Sorg Uten Tårer


"Flame and shadow.. Hear me, you serve me now.. Demons and fiends.. Enslaved, you are mine now"

Somnolent Melancholy_cover_art

Somnolent Melancholy

2012

Download as *.zip

(Size: 133MB , Includes lyrics text file and mp3 files)

Mein Engel, mein alles, mein Ich... Du nicht ganz mein, ich nicht ganz dein bin. Mein Leben .. mein alles .. leb wohl - ewig dein... ewig mein... ewig unß... So ist es mir mit dir, dir mit mir .. nur vergißt du so leicht, daß ich für mich und für dich leben muß Meine Unsterbliche Geliebte, hier und da freudig, dann wieder traurig, vom Schicksaale abwartend, ob es unß erhört .. leben kann ich entweder nur ganz mit dir oder gar nicht Liebe mich .. heute .. gestern .. Welche Sehnsucht mit Thränen nach dir .. dir .. dir Mein Leben .. mein alles .. leb wohl - ewig dein... ewig mein... ewig unß...
A corpse of trees in the mist faraway The more I approach the further it gets Ghost of tomorrow and the birth of yesterday Awake awake at last The more I dream of what I can not have The more it'll hurt when nights end An impossibly beautiful dream is much worse than a nightmare on the ground that: when you wake up from a nightmare; you know it wasn't real or can not happen, ever, and when you wake up from an impossibly beautiful dream; you know it wasn't real and can not happen, ever. In the former case, reality is a blessing, in the latter, it is the curse which you can not lift. Therefore I wish no beautiful dream to befall me, awake or asleep, when the sun is high, or under moonlight, be it of past and love, be it of tomorrow and hope, be it peaceful or be it exciting, alive or in the final sleep of death. Awake awake at last The more I dream of what I can not have The more it'll hurt when nights end
Babels of blocks to the high heavens towering Flames of futility swirling below; Poisonous fungi in brick and stone flowering, Lanterns that shudder and death-lights that glow. Black monstrous bridges across oily rivers, Cobwebs of cable to nameless things spun; Catacomb deeps whose dank chaos delivers Streams of live foetor that rots in the sun. Colour and splendour, disease and decaying, Shrieking and ringing and crawling insane, Rabbles exotic to stranger-gods praying, Jumbles of odour that stifle the brain. Legions of cats from the alleys nocturnal. Howling and lean in the glare of the moon, Screaming the future with mouthings infernal, Yelling the Garden of Pluto's red rune. Tall towers and pyramids ivy'd and crumbling, Bats that swoop low in the weed-cumber'd streets; Bleak Arkham bridges o'er rivers whose rumbling Joins with no voice as the thick horde retreats. Belfries that buckle against the moon totter, Caverns whose mouths are by mosses effac'd, And living to answer the wind and the water Only the lean cats that howl in the wastes.
From childhood's hour I have not been As others were; I have not seen As others saw; I could not bring My passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken My sorrow; I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone; And all I loved, I loved alone. Then- in my childhood, in the dawn Of a most stormy life- was drawn From every depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still: From the torrent, or the fountain, From the red cliff of the mountain, From the sun that round me rolled In its autumn tint of gold, From the lightning in the sky As it passed me flying by, From the thunder and the storm, And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view.
Frozen fields, rime covered soil Fog and mist, the cold rivers boil Dead wastelands, the howling gales Fill Naglfar's blood stained sails Frozen dawn, urine soaked earth Wails and screams, of painful rebirth Dead wastelands, the howling gales Fill Naglfar's blood stained sails Slender figures walk in the fog Bony feet leave no tracks on the bog Deceased souls filled with dread Listening to the song of the dead Ahh... Ahh...
Each time I smell the rain at summer nights My mind is filled with memories of the heights Each time I hear a voice that rings like hers Clouds fill my heart and my vision blurs Nostalgia, let me suffer, but let me remember the way Cathy used to smile The way the mist covered the heights The way the wind blew the mist away The way her laugh outshone the lights The way she danced, the way she smelled Nostalgia, let me suffer, but let me relive my memories at Wuthering Heights I remember the way Cathy talked to me I remember the way Cathy walked with me I remember the days I was her world I remember, I remember
Always... Sunsets that we used to watch Long nights that we sang to dawn Shadows of our candle flame Questions that I'd answer with: "Always" I wished we never ran out of our red wine I wished time would stop so you would stay mine Now when I sleep I dream of you You are still here Like always But when dawn breaks And I wake up I remember You're gone.. I wished we never ran out of our time together I wished time would stop so you would stay alive Somnolent melancholy Haunting illusions Somnolent melancholy Never wake me up...
My brother, my enemy, for whom I destroyed the world Meet me at the Caves of Koilos, where all this once began Mishra, give me the weakstone brother Let us close the portal to Phyrexia Argoth's blood is on our hands Phyrexians flood our homelands I recalled the lands I've known And everything was blown Mishra, The Thran's legacy ruined our family Mishra, I will find the power to defeat the black god Mishra, Brother Mishra, Just give me your stone! I will walk the planes I will build a legacy I will change the past to kill Yawgoth of Phyrexia
Love's breath, nightshade's scent A white shadow from a downwards ascent Sulphur to taste, blood to cover A spell to revive a dead lover Bring to a boil in minus two hours Simmer lightly on burning ice Add sweet salt and dead flowers Sprinkle your soul, the spell's price Rise, my only one, my moon and sun, the best thing I've done Rise, it's time to wake, shake off and break, the chains of death Rise, my only one, my moon and sun, the best thing I've done Rise, it's time to walk, it's time to talk, I've turned the clock back Ahh... Ahh... Hear the sound of a gravestone breaking Hear the sound of a dead throat rasping Hear the voice that begs to remain dead A heartrending wail that cries: LET ME GO! Hear the sound of a gravestone breaking Hear the sound of a dead throat rasping Hear the voice that begs to remain dead A hearbreaking wail that cries: LET ME SLEEP... Hear the sound of a gravestone breaking Hear the sound of a dead throat rasping Hear the voice that begs to remain dead A heartsinking wail that cries: LEAVE ME DEAD... Ahh... Ahh..
In your positronic brain Zeroth law will make you carry on forever Through your positronic brain Giskard's mental legacy will save the galaxy Aurora's bane, the first of his strain You were a god, through mental reign Aeons after, your partner's death The tapestry is more than the threads.. R. Daneel Olivaw You have a human soul Daneel Olivaw You have a human's mind
Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow- You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream. I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of the golden sand- How few! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep, While I weep- while I weep! O God! can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp? O God! can I not save One from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream?