CIRCLE OF OUROBORUS LYRICS

5. Dream Of Death

I dreamed that one had died in a strange place
Near no accustomed hand,
And they had nailed the boards above her face,
The peasants of that land,
Wondering to lay her in that solitude,
And raised above her mound
A cross they had made out of two bits of wood,
And planted cypress round;
And left her to the indifferent stars above
Until I carved these words:
She was more beautiful than thy first love
But now lies under boards.

6. Mouldering Leaves

7. Dimicatio

8. Eyes Of The Flames

9. Congregation Of Sorrow

10. In The Forest Of The Horned God

CIRCLE OF OUROBORUS LYRICS