NICODEMUS LYRICS

1. Something In The Walls

Where is the peace and levity that I once knew?
How darest I be thrust unto this, comfort lay in preterition.
My ambiguous mind thought it sound all the same.
A violent painting hangs amid my former mirth,
Beautiful in silence I am captive of it's pain.

Wading through colours, black drifts into pleasant twilight blue.
What may I see within its patterns?
I am waiting for you.

Figures and their shelter cast, are obstructing my odium.
Resist I may, yet hollowed by the searing gaze of an unknown eye.
I fear that here amongst the oppressive fog of a tired, yet ageless night.
My restraint too common, a vassal am I, suffer I shall to shed my blight.

What is this cancer, these lessons from the abstract design?
Enter it's grievance, I am tortured to see it through.
Blind to your apparent cause, all I see is you.
Rise thy wicked purpose...rise.

Fierce serpent, speaking in tongues,
Your breath the soliloquy I crave.
Yet deaf I be to the monologues,
I beg of you interlocution...I am afraid.
Only damp sorrow in the air to breathe.
Territory of thine choices and words,
Decisions I remember, how I wish to forget.
Growing impatient with passing reminders,
I run in fear, fall into inevitability.

I am not ashamed of these perverted dreams of mine.
A mystic art thou...terror present...truth behold.
That for which I hunger is a human plague,
A hunger worth dying for, yet I shall ne'er see a grave.
Wading through the colours, black drifts into pleasant twilight blue.
What may I see within it's patterns?
I am waiting for you.

2. Nightfall Bares My Burden

Here I ponder such bitter thoughts and complications.
Layeth I shall in haunted sleep.

Trust in my instincts...beware I shall of these appetites.
No rest for the wicked soul I keep.
A restless mind and dancing eyes...
Here I wish to dream of you tonight.
Though any dream upon this night shall suffice.

Wind ravaged curtains casts...
Shadows upon the lifeless walls.
Observations from this circumstantial slumber.
Unconscious yet wide-eyed, I await the epiphany.

Nightfall bares my burden...
Here magnified by the chilling moonrise.
When light takes leave, why is all undone?
Mistakes are always silent,
Though regrets reach us too clearly.
Why must my torment breed this fear?

Wallowing in vampyric servitude hour by hour...
For it grows more profane.
And yet what this superstition hath maintained,
A firm hold o'er minds of men...tis thy bane.
Anchor me to anything...forgive me but I fear I'm drowning.
Wheres't thing hear this night?

Allow me to give you some notion of her.
Not that first impression, whatever it may have been.
But the absolute reality of her...
As I gradually learnted to see it.
She was, beyond all comparison,
The most graceful, and exquisite woman I've ever seen.
But with a grace and beauty,
That has nothing to do with a preconceived notion.
Or previous experience of what goes by these names.

It is conceivable, that there once in a thousand years may rise.
A combination of lines, a system, a gesture...
By which is unprecedented beauty.
I remember in the course of that one day,
Perhaps I was dreaming.
You looked every now and then, as if you'd remark.
The crown has fallen from my brow.

There was a time she once would swoon at my vehemence,
But then she turned away and dropped my hand.
I beg this resolution, a vision profound, which frightens thee.

Wind ravaged curtains casts...
Shadows upon the lifeless walls.
Observations from this circumstantial slumber.
Unconscious yet wide-eyed, I await the epiphany.

3. Harlot

Drenched in fashions of solace.
O'er oceans of such pale passion burn.
What motives lay in her decisions?
Open eyes are clouds greyeth as skies turn.

With mine own weakness...being best acquainted.
How sweet thou shalt maketh my shame.

Fairest of angels, how drift I too thee.
Heaven hath played with mine heart.
His face such sweet survey of passion and grace.
Hallowed be his name I hark.

...and shall I cast towards his better judgement?
A smile which shall render him weak and here.

Seeping in from the ether, for her skin is thusly stained.
e'er drowning eyes from whence sorrow was shed.
Shall I with natural inadequacy, healeth her aching heart.
For when I to her proffered, she shall draw hence blithering words.

Behind her locks of har, and locks upon her doors.
Chasms and gaping wounds, yet blessed by her consequence.

If once there shall be such design in these shadows.
Whilst they doth fall over me?
A pattern of child like drama and purity, charming in spite.
Oh here I protective shall be.

But I...I'm not you conscience and you're not my faith.
Yet why must you then hold thine heart in wait?

4. Afterglow

5. The Lazarus Syndrome

6. Of Pride & Necessity

[Instrumental]

7. Within The Glow Of Embers

8. Deepening

9. Shards Of A Bitter Night Wept

10. Benedetto Sia

NICODEMUS LYRICS