Song | Umbra |
Artist | Elend |
Album | The Umbersun |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
We entered the heart of darkness. | |
And in the dead of light, | |
The Seventh Angel poured his vial into the air. | |
Embosomed in my Temple is a statue bereft of life. | |
Sweet umberbird, lighten her eyes lest she sleeps the sleep of death, | |
For she has seen the Face of God and her life must be preserved. | |
We met Luvadea, Maughter of mine, | |
And crowned her with emeralds and innocence. | |
But she was wearing the cobalt raiment of the Angel of Death. | |
Your bloodstained hair sears me in a sea of snakes, | |
A sun of amaranths, | |
With rays crawling on the Fields of Tears. | |
Adorn me in your torpid temple | |
And forgive me if I cannot wake this dormant smile in your eyes. | |
The Cyllenian god did love my sweet music forlorn. | |
Elohim, Elohim Sabaoth, Eloï Shaddaï, Adonaï, | |
Y H V H | |
When the sun remains silent, | |
I will lay my angels down, | |
For the Arch of my Temple is a parchment of blood. | |
Even death has fled from me. | |
I have seen the Face of God | |
And yet my life has been preserved. | |
The Bride of the Lamb poured herself into me. | |
And Despair fell on us, | |
As if we had entered the heart of darkness... |
We entered the heart of darkness. | |
And in the dead of light, | |
The Seventh Angel poured his vial into the air. | |
Embosomed in my Temple is a statue bereft of life. | |
Sweet umberbird, lighten her eyes lest she sleeps the sleep of death, | |
For she has seen the Face of God and her life must be preserved. | |
We met Luvadea, Maughter of mine, | |
And crowned her with emeralds and innocence. | |
But she was wearing the cobalt raiment of the Angel of Death. | |
Your bloodstained hair sears me in a sea of snakes, | |
A sun of amaranths, | |
With rays crawling on the Fields of Tears. | |
Adorn me in your torpid temple | |
And forgive me if I cannot wake this dormant smile in your eyes. | |
The Cyllenian god did love my sweet music forlorn. | |
Elohim, Elohim Sabaoth, Elo Shadda, Adona, | |
Y H V H | |
When the sun remains silent, | |
I will lay my angels down, | |
For the Arch of my Temple is a parchment of blood. | |
Even death has fled from me. | |
I have seen the Face of God | |
And yet my life has been preserved. | |
The Bride of the Lamb poured herself into me. | |
And Despair fell on us, | |
As if we had entered the heart of darkness... |
We entered the heart of darkness. | |
And in the dead of light, | |
The Seventh Angel poured his vial into the air. | |
Embosomed in my Temple is a statue bereft of life. | |
Sweet umberbird, lighten her eyes lest she sleeps the sleep of death, | |
For she has seen the Face of God and her life must be preserved. | |
We met Luvadea, Maughter of mine, | |
And crowned her with emeralds and innocence. | |
But she was wearing the cobalt raiment of the Angel of Death. | |
Your bloodstained hair sears me in a sea of snakes, | |
A sun of amaranths, | |
With rays crawling on the Fields of Tears. | |
Adorn me in your torpid temple | |
And forgive me if I cannot wake this dormant smile in your eyes. | |
The Cyllenian god did love my sweet music forlorn. | |
Elohim, Elohim Sabaoth, Elo Shadda, Adona, | |
Y H V H | |
When the sun remains silent, | |
I will lay my angels down, | |
For the Arch of my Temple is a parchment of blood. | |
Even death has fled from me. | |
I have seen the Face of God | |
And yet my life has been preserved. | |
The Bride of the Lamb poured herself into me. | |
And Despair fell on us, | |
As if we had entered the heart of darkness... |