A DREAM OF POE LYRICS

1. Egregore

The serum of defeat
Fills her clasping nails.
Trembling underneath
Her hate prevails.

She walks down the stony hall
With skin deep on wretched blood;
Tongue of morphine and alcohol
Bulging vacant eyes, creepy hair of mud.

The knife on her hand
Finds the way of gravity
Into his flesh she decays with ecstasy.
Golden smile: it's her last stand.
Into his chest she carves her hate
She's the mother of dirt (and) sister of rape,
For his final breath she cannot wait.
Every organ is there to reshape
Into vengeance of thought
And verily I tell you: she's the dream he sought.

As his stare fades away
Her hands tremble in joy.
Tiresome but not in dismay
Below this mighty Helen of Troy.

He now tries to crawl
Into a final resting place
The woman-beast sends out a bawl
Pouring desire over his face.

And though he wanted to fall
By a stranger's hand, not his own,
Her wicked heart was a stonewall,
An evil that from him had grown.

She did scream and moan.
Above his flesh, a meaty throne;
A body despitefully thrown,
Kept barely alive by her will and methadone.

Still he lingers on a corner:
An eternal limbo of viciousness
By herself she's killer and mourner
For without him lies emptiness.

She curses death and the pleasure it gave.
She is fading away into decay;
Her creator she could not save;
There's nothing to weep for and nothing to say.

2. Lethargus

Cast among the flames
To serve gentle and clear
Assigned to give, never take;
Freedom and vengeance never near.

Nights pass over glancing eyes
A deadly silence over his lips.
Commanded to follow
Her treacherous hips.

He gives her a flower
And says he belongs to her;
She looks away so cold
To cast him aside with a whisper.

Nothing will be as it was.
A slave as awoken from slumber,
Blooming as a flower under the truth.
A damning weight he carries over
To the long hours of each day.
Always his thoughts so far away...

[Servant:]
"Anger, take me.
Show me something new.
Let me fill with thy rage
And my body will be you."

[Anger:]
"Beware son of mortality,
Thy time is small.
And in thy vanity
Thou ruined it all."

"Thou hast a master by choice.
Thou hast thy own voice.
Let it be given to her
As thy feelings begin to blur."

[Servant:]
"But what can I do
When love is confused with fear?"

[Anger:]
"Say goodbye, long overdue.
Walk again: free and sincere."

One day the servant woke
And servant he wanted to be no more.
To her, valiantly, he spoke:
"You're not the woman I adore"

Outcast he had become:
Alone, afraid, into the open land.
Dreaming of her touch and bosom;
And how her heart had become bland.

[Servant:]
"Hope take me.
Show me something new.
Let me shine with thy light.
My body will be you."

[Hope:]
"Nothing is lost until you choose to.
See, thy time is so small.
There's nothing more to do
Then to rise after the fall."

Envious and unclear
He returned home to servitude;
Embraced by fear and apathy
He chose her hate and solitude

[Servant:]
"Please, hear me
Show me the courage for what I have to do
Let my hands find her pulsating neck
'Til her vicarious face turns death blue"

"Vengeance, hear me:
She must pay for what she did
Can't forget and can't let it be
Time to unleash all the hate I hid"

"After it's done may I rest in glory
Couldn't follow my own path
Couldn't forget our history
Now I sleep with her blood over me."

3. The Isle of Cinder

I wonder, I wonder
What lies asunder
In the deep mirror waters before me.

I wonder, I wonder,
Below grey skies of rain and thunder
If I should pity frailty.

I wonder, I wonder.
Always, on this isle of cinder,
My mind, a ravenous aerie.

Come and take me ocean;
Wash away my still body.
Let it be an hideous beacon
To all travelling boatmen
Of the dreariness of vanity.

Come and rip me ocean
Tear these limbs apart
Let me be a crumbling beacon
To all wandering boatment
Of a man who forgot his heart.

I wonder, I wonder,
With eyes toward the skies domed border,
In the deep waters engulfing me.

Now I am a capsule of amber
An anchor of anger
On the waves of remembrance.
Now a fallen sailor,
A half spoken rumour,
A man who sought deliverance.

I am ash.

No words spoken over bitter waves
Nothing to bleed for
Nothing to look for
Lost years, a battalion of hate
Such a fool, an instrument of fate.

4. Lighthouses for the Dead (The Isle of Cinder II)

I looked into the world
An island of cinders, uncoiled
O'er tender waters, unspoiled
Below my feet, land so gray
By my own hands I was its prey
Hunted by a world tired of hope

An island snake
Gave into despair
Waters engulf her
Mighty hands ready to take
Temple down
Forsaken now

I taint its shores with blood
A choir of lamentations misunderstood
I murder what is left of you
Burring bones o'er waters to renew

I prevail over the serpent
Black and deep

Rock shatters as I sleep
Under the ancient current

Alone and scattered in dread
Sons and daughters of loss

Our hearts are lighthouses for the dead

Try and come across
The vile tempests that entwine

All the words we have shared
I look into the distance

She swallows me
Dark waters engulf me
Down by the tides of gravity

To bury at long last
What I thought was given free

I taint its shores with blood
A choir of lamentations misunderstood
I murder what is left of you
Burring bones o'er waters to renew

My temple is down
Forsaken now on an island of ghosts
These macabre and unholy hosts
Tear my tower down
As the fool wears his crown

I taint its shores with blood
A choir of lamentations misunderstood
I murder what is left of you
Burring bones o'er waters to renew

5. Macula

Undead and unborn
From the timeless past
To darkness I am sworn:
Wander always, outcast.

Part lycanthrope; but something of sweet too.
Part man; something silent, a taboo.
Part vision and part voice
From the fire I come to give a choice:

Listen now, all men of this land
I have come to degrade and (to) demand
Join your hearts to my chest
And let your hope fade into a dying rest.

Cease your rebellion at the rhythm of drums.
I am the mountain, the forest and the sea
Don't be fools; when the night comes
You'll be crying for me.

Abandon yourselves to dismay.
Hung the future in decay.
As I approach born from your seed:
The fool's hope, it's endless greed.

Immaculate; untouched by time:
Frozen in their wishful primal prime.
I wish only to awake you to your own clay
Laid bare before thy eyes, none shall say nay.

But the men banded together
Arms in hand, chests covered in leather,
(Decided) to take me down
To take hold of my coveted crown.

'Cause I am Death the Reminder;
'Cause in my breath lies life's grinder;
Let all here fall by my song;
Useless was your throng.

They fought bravely
And I slaughtered them kindly
Until more came about me
More desirous, more violently.

(Now caught and imprisoned):
The pendulum hovers my skin
Just below lung and liver.
I keep my devilish grin
As it bites my vein, I pour silver.

The wicked crown, man cannot use.
I may be caught but cannot wither.
Death no life shall refuse
Verily I tell you: your victory is bitter.

Abandon all hope creatures of sin
There's nothing more to pray or do
Boundless I have always been.
I come for you. I come for you.







A DREAM OF POE LYRICS