Awaiting Thy Pentacle Aeon by Mysterium
Awaiting Thy Pentacle Aeon lyrics
Serene aisde the crystal walls a sigh
Her weeping eyes do know that time is high
Neither moon not shriek thereafter ought to be
Aghast her moolit face, a final dying sanctity
Mother mistress, deaths tole out ability to mourn
And for our ears her last wish is forlorn
That wicked essence owned no why
So us alike the beast shall die!
Awakened from aeon sleep our restless quest
Began with scythes above out heads
Ruritanian age, drawn red for me, your emerald eyes in
silent woe
Beauty child of lovei see your dead skin so dear in the
show
Ravenhearted, not for long eradication sang it's song
with ordeal above our heads
We (who seek mutigating wine in this dying (world)
though fate is screaming, haunting here
Let idols fail, thy pentacle aeon offen near!
When the last face kisses the soil I will wander
My way once more and no more ways back there'll be
When being is illicit I will be all alone I will kiss
the bewandered soil
A frozen memory falls upon the scythes one thousand
pieces jewelry of ice
Let's breathe the breath of this unnatural winter
Like fragments of life catching the splinters
Let's soulwards hide these keys to our demise!
The silver past has been stranded on serenity as from
The surface of time future calls for me
Fife shades on the moon and one calls the dead
A voice once a mistress whispered, o, so sad!
Arisen from ashes her sunk last wish is free...
Serene aside the crystal walls a sigh
Her weeping eyesdo know that time is nigh
Neither moon not shriek thereafter ought to be
Aghast her moolit face, a final dying sanctity
Mother mistress, deaths tole out ability to mourn
And for our ears her last wish is forlorn
That wicked essence owned no why
So us alike the beast shall die!
Awakened from aeon sleep our restless quest
Began with scythes above out heads
Ruritanian age, drawn red for me, your emerald eyes in
silent woe
Beauty child of lovei see your dead skin so dear in the
show
Ravenhearted, not for long eradication sang it's song
with ordeal above our heads
We (who seek mutigating wine in this dying (world)
though fate is screaming, haunting here
Let idols fail, thy pentacle aeon offen near!
When the last face kisses the soil I will wander
My way once more and no more ways back there'll be
When being is illicit I will be all alone I will kiss
the bewandered soil
A frozen memory falls upon the scythes one thousand
pieces jewelry of ice
Let's breathe the breath of this unnatural winter
Like fragments of life catching the splinters
Let's soulwards hide these keys to our demise!
The silver past has been stranded on serenity as from
The surface of time future calls for me
Fife shades on the moon and one calls the dead
A voice once a mistress whispered, o, so sad!
Arisen from ashes her sunk last wish is free...
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