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letra de an eternity of vengeance part 2 - eternal autumn

over grey mountains shrouded in mist
four tapering towers strive for the sky
encircled by cold barren woods
where wind whispers elegies of aeons old
the wolves howl at a crescent moon
in bleeding carnivorous desire
here, where the soul of a hunter get it’s sanctuary

a castle worthy my prescense
without a shadow of a doubt
where i from the western tower observe
the mortals sunclad world
a world soon haunted by my might
when i as the puppetmaster
create infernal pestilent horror…

alone i’ve wandered upon
the th-rny narrow paths of wisdom
to drain this burning wine
never become a burden
each hour, each minute, each second
yet another bitter derision to ascertain
laughters of mockery crowned my way
characters like springflowers
that died when winter came
another one watch the cold
ereave the flowers it’s pride
another one whose struggle was like mine
known as the queen of the ravens
her black hair like feathers in the wind
rebeccah was her name

rumours told she was from another city
from where she had to flee from the accusations
“she are in contact with the spirits”
“she sold her soul to the evil forces at an early age”

“evil is what men names the principles that reach beyond their minds”
one of the first things she told me, i realised we were of the same kind
the moon lit a seducting flame in our blank eyes
an endless universe behold two forsaken souls united in carnal desire

from that moment we knew we were against them all
in all our life forced to hear their scorn
now let us leave them all behind
and write a new chapter of the world
where no fools are highly praised
where no superstition reigns
where we can throne above them all
where solitude may give us wings?
back down to the cellar
all rats fled ages ago
passing the cabinet of dolls
awaiting my touch of salvation

but dreams of unity and future
broke like a mirror falling to the marble floor
when poisoned tounges spread stories
about “the witch”, “the evil demons wh0re”
“a woman with that wisdom must be in league with the one with h-rns
but fire shall burn away all evil, cleanse our village from it ́s filth”

and a sunday morning the vultures gathered around the stake
where she was tied up awaiting the flaming face of her end
without moving until she whispered
“never forget me and the vengeance that was foretold”

so now you may all see why
i always have to be;
to be the wolf among the sheep
to be the wise among the weak
to be the filth in purity
and dwell in deep obscurity
to become the blazing star…

step inside my haunted landscapes
fulfilled with creatures from your nightmares
enveloped in deaths pale mist
my beloved woodnymphs enjoy the lethal rape…

raised my fist against the sky, above the flock of fools
i raise it once again, entering the southern tower
where all the writings of the ravenhaired are collected
reading yet again the words uttered at her funeral pyre…

and from the black fume, the sight of a whitening face
whose lips once again whispered the words of vengeance…

over grey lugubrious dominions
whose horrors spread for every moonlit hour
from the high unlighted northern tower
witnessing the crows feasting upon carrions
in villages desolated, encircled by stormclouds
the ones that were my sanctuaries in the past
away from all mendacious eyes
away from another rope tighter to my throat

rebeccah will not leave the earth
as a demoness she haunts the forest
roam for her prey
except for the cold winter nights
when we meet in the eastern tower
in the shape of succubus

the windows of the eastern tower
brings the view of an endless wood
the garden’s magnificient sculptures
i pull the threads, they come alive again…

still among the frozen shadows of stone
i sense the spirit of rebeccah
she rejoice, like i do, to the devils of the night
satisfying their eternal hunger

one night from the castle i saw
a man with blank, drunken eyes
appointing the nocturnal nymphs
revealed in icy fog
unable to resist the temptation of these magic
desireful women
in the moment of orgiastic ecstasy
a blade run through his lungs…

and yet again the end of a pointless life
another saga spreads the myth of the eastern forest
another mother warn her daughter
another father forbids his son…

…to leave the house at night
when the moon is on the rise…

so my children seek and desecrate
they who once desecrated
the ones lifeless embracing
words of a just narrow way
…reminding me of flies around a carcass

so, once again, i head for the bas-m-nt
creating yet another messenger of death
master of marionettes may be my proper name?
few are the threads, not coloured red…
always protecting my will upon their mechanical spirits…

- eternal autumn

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