...AND I LUST 

Stately columns standing in solemn rows
Such empty honours are suitable for those
Whose death erases all renown and fame
And vanquishes their glory with their name
Wandering aimlessly through dead filled fields
Rewards are just who knows what absence yields?
By the golden beauty of dusk and the sun low in our sky
By the haunting shadows of trees and graves, mesmerized am I
Searching deep inside trying to reach my dreams
I see a face stare back at me... oh, no serene
By the golden beauty of dusk and the sun low in our sky
By the haunting shadows of trees and graves, mesmerized am I
But not for those whose superior worth
After death extols them to the earth
Oh I would even venture to assume
The one need not build for them a tomb
By human art, since glory heaven sent
Serves them as a living monument
Those whispering shades... sad, silent glades
Pain is a far away land, that misery, a lifetime`s journey...
...and I lust for death 

THE SWEET SUFFERING 

Oh, as a shadow is cast overhead
I rejoice in the coming of the gloom
I`m lifting my eyes to view what, to me, is beauty
I decipher what is read in the cloud
The verse is shouting out and ringing in my ears
The claps of thunder, scared?
No, me I revere in the enchantment of mother nature
Her caress it soothes and brings me joy
She brings me joy
Kneeling to the rainfall
Wind`s whispers beckoning
Oh, inhaling the sweet scent
Elation is overwhelming
The way is dim but somehow I find it
One by one the victims of life are dwindling
Me, take me... grief no more if death will save me
Take me, save me, of the die... now we die... die... now we die
Show me salvation, show salvation, little salvation
Lead me... a sacred path, reinstate creation of die
Show me joy, show me death
Show me grief, die
Show me pride, show me death
Show me your envy
The way is dim but somehow I find it 

EVERWAKE 

vocals : Ruth Wilson
Somniferous whisperings of scarlet fields
Sleep calling me and my dreams are wondrous
My reality is abondoned I traverse afar
Not a care if I never awake 

THE CRESTFALLEN 

I cry a tear of hope, it`s lost in helplessness
The darkness eats away at the very embers of my soul
For the deepest love I had has dissolved before my eyes
My sorrow is bleak, I beg for deliverance
Lord, in your mercy, hear my prayer, my prayer
All emotion is consumed by an inner silence
All grief is unassuaged by disconsulate tears
I want for nothing (for nothing)
I live for nothing (for nothing)
I`m waiting to die (die)
Afraid of dying
Lord, in your mercy, hear my prayer, my prayer
Crestfallen emotion
I`m wallowing in guilt
Drowning forevermore
Falling deeper into fear
My inner self is now a sleeper of stone
Oh please God, no
My inner self is now a sleeper of stone
Help me 

THEY DIE 

All tears restrained for years
Their grief is confined
Which destroys my mind
An ode to their plight is this dirge
Some yearn for lugubrious silence
Serenity in the image of the coffins
Shall life renew these bodies of a truth?
All death will he annul, all tears assuage?
Fill the void veins of life, again with youth
And wash with an immortal water, age
They die
An ode to their plight is this dirge
They die