ASGAROTH LYRICS

1. Strenghtened Are The Stems Of Nasturtium

Forging your spears with blood from our hearts,
scorning not lust but derision
Which mission in life shall die in my hands ?
Strong are the stems of Nasturtium

Calling the winds for a knowledge untaught,
which passion shall never disturb thee ?
Which mission in life shall die in my hands ?
Strong are the stems of Nasturtium

2. Sinking Trails Of Wisdom

Falling towers were held by arms, but thus as weakness struck its seize,
the jolts of peace were torn apart... (remember men to dwell with roofs)

Building bridges to stand forever, there will be the ones who trail
Floating low or sinking high, there will be the ones who trail.

Redeem the pain that dwells in her, as the end of light beholds you.
Release the hate which dwells within: the coronation of another slave.

3. Absence Spells Beyond

Eager to break through the next generations, we shall not bitterly fall.
Requesting through vaults of heretic ignition, we shall forever be left.
Soulside replenish, my foremost inherit, we shall not bitterly fall,
reading the backlines by upmost literates, we shall forever be left.

Behind our eyes we seek that grace divine...

Behind our eyes we seek that grace divine...
Wherein the seeds of void prevail.
ABSENTIA these sintful chants of dawn now rise:
(as) the forging of alliegances in towers now age.

Thou victimized my soul astray...
Since the spell was cast by her chaotic breath.
ABSENTIA the ghosts of dawn retained this key
as newborn illusions now age and die, rise and fall...

I shall, redeem your life with the mighty seize, with my outstretched hand.
With my time in a palm,
yearns in the brightening light: come with me and feel this breath...
Come with me and feel my dried out spirit...

Spiritus in oblivio
Spiritus in absentia

4. Epitaph

[Written by King Crimson in 1969]

The wall on which the prophets wrote
Is cracking at the seams.
Upon the instruments if death
The sunlight brightly gleams.
When every man is torn apart
With nightmares and with dreams,
Will no one lay the laurel wreath
As silence drowns the screams.

Between the iron gates of fate,
The seeds of time were sown,
And watered by the deeds of those
Who know and who are known;
Knowledge is a deadly friend
When no one sets the rules.
The fate of all mankind I see
Is in the hands of fools.

Confusion will be my epitaph.
As I crawl a cracked and broken path
If we make it we can all sit back
and laugh.
But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying,
Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying.







ASGAROTH LYRICS