Epitaph Opera 3v2v30

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    Epitaph Opera 3v2v30


    Storms of old, thy presence wished
    For there are echoes to carry forth
    Not yet lost to the forests depths
    Behold my glimpse of chance
    As thou not seek a scream so weak
    I pledge you mine
    Nothingness caresses perception
    A last breath marks my live

    Silence&
    Tranquillity falls upon me

    Eyes still shut&
    The pain caused harsh is ravelling

    All of nights deceptions
    Left unseen behind me

    A distant figure
    Drawing near

    I am no longer man nor alive
    My will is bound to the shadows madame
    That was the price i was eager to pay
    An eternal live as the fog witches prey

    Forever...
    Forever enslaved as a herald of evil
    I...
    I can´t stand this curse at all
    Damnation - till all end of days
    I now know what that means
    Lost in the fog witches castle
    Fulfilling her every dreams
    There must be a way i can flee from her grasp
    Escaping the oath i had sworn
    Through all fires of hate i would wander
    Away from my mistress - torn

    No longer will my rage be imprisoned
    By the veils of her love
    This night unleashes the horrors inside me
    The beast that´s kept within

    From the stairs of my chamber
    To cellars beneath
    Where in corners of filth
    The shadows still breathe

    Bitter sweet wine
    Rests in withering barrels
    As a potion laudanum
    Befouls jesus´ blood

    Tonight ends the day
    With the banquet´s last prey
    Tomorrow my oath
    Will be swept off my soul

    Forever...
    Forever enslaved as a herald of evil
    I...
    I can´t stand this curse at all
    Damnation - till all end of days
    I now know what that means
    Lost in the fog witches castle
    Fulfilling her every dreams
    There must be a way i can flee from her grasp
    Escaping the oath i had sworn
    Through all fires of hate i would wander
    Away from my mistress' torn

    A glorious moment has seized tragic´s calm
    A nip on the glass will revenge all my harm

    After years of enthrallment
    And centuries past by
    The castle inhabitants
    In silence they lie

    Only a handful of ashes
    Remains of the mistress divine
    In eternal anger adorning
    The perfidious glass full of wine

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