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from Estatic Fear - A Sombre Dance (1999)
The feeble leafs decline,
Enshrined in downing deep The mourn abandoned plains, Laid down in sombre sleep Misty shades engulf the sky Like past, worn memories The bird’s song fills the whispering breeze With autumns melody The lunar pale grim shape At evening's sight renews It's silented wail relieves Repressed thoughts anew I hear the lonesome choir Of fortunes past my way Disdained in fiery weeps Throughout my every day These skies I hail and treasure thee, Most pleasant misery Not pittes thorn I shelter thine Mysterious harmony Draw on most pleasant night Shade my lorn exposed sight For my grief’s when shadows told Shall be eased in mist enfold Why should the foolish's hope Thy unborn passioned cry Exhaust unheard Beneath this pleasent sky? For if the dusking day declined Could delight be far behind? |
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from Estatic Fear - A Sombre Dance (1999)
Sengi amoris
A mere passions fraud disgraced and to disgrace, In pacis quentis, With bewitched charm seduced my every days Begone my burdened past, wont’s these treasured Dreams be freed from your bounds at last? Tvemor inogeng Makes the truth dilute the mirrage last Osculum pudens Makes my shattered present caught My buried past lured into my angers bed I pured my raging lust And touched these fairy eyes instead |
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from Estatic Fear - A Sombre Dance (1999)
Eil mein gramgebeugt Klagelied
Klim empor entiflieh der Brust die dich gebo ren. Am Cage wohlverwahrt Dem Craumer offenbart Ward deinem Klang, des Herzens Kenntis gtets verwehrt Magst dereingst kugh gereift Dem Geist der leis begreift Mit holdem Drang der Seele Wagh entziegn |
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from Estatic Fear - A Sombre Dance (1999)
The leafs and I entangled dance a harmonie
I dare not stain with vain delight And thus embraced we roam the passing eve like a pillgrim who craves a shelters guiding light I question thee, beloved night to calm my joy so that I not like the weary leaves be strewed For I submitt to thy solitary grace (as) even springs life is by winters gaze subdued Lost in a dream I beheld a maiden dance And when she sat down by a sliver stream Plunging her feet in the shallow waves A mist descended, kissed her and fled And all that’s before been just and fair Shattered in a rain of crystal shards Each of them a cry, a dream, a tear Nunquam submergiove aut diffugo Ira inflammata mea vita ad salutem nominarit Et solitudo meurn robur Everlasting be the war that I declare Extinguished thy bewitched spark despair Torched the pile upon which you Are gathered (still) poisoning my weary heart And as the forked fires tongue licks high I won’t lament thy fall But dance around the burning branches urged by furys call And I again shall not be humble slaves but king to thee Dreams on the barren field did lay strewed Spread their wings rise up with solemn hope imbued Ascend the stary stairs into a plain but dear refuge. |
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from Estatic Fear - A Sombre Dance (1999)
The Dawn arose, the slumbers shadows have passed
The autumnal grace which so kindly has cast It’s sombre yet gracious delight on my grief Enshrouded and lulled by the winters far deeper relief As weary my days will grow from leisure apart I shall wait for your powers renewed I pray to whatever there be “Let be my heard by your tenderness again imbued.” Cura a die renovato cedit Dolor et laetitia conjungtus est Delightful shade was all that I dared hope for Thy silent charm alone remains to adore. |
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from Estatic Fear - A Sombre Dance (1999)
Many a weary night endured
Since the utter charm of joy has pured My unquiet dreams, my misery How sweat if I could share with thee Unable to endure it’s smile Which kindly eased my sombre veil I frightened turned my burdened head And hid in slumbers shade instead But lifted from my mournful rest Was I by thee nocturnal guest When though did vow to suffocate My tranquil dreams in thrones bed You spoke to me with loathed glow And thus have though not kept thy vow For when thy shadow sprang on me I closed my eyes in ecstasy |
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from Estatic Fear - A Sombre Dance (1999)
Unveil yours eyes, see the special moon gone
Leaving not a single ray of joy to rest upon Feast on those that crave thy kiss with a ghastly wail Behold them cry as their faces innocence grows pale Tempt them into approaching your obscure neglect Until on your detesting laugh their hopes get wrecked Praise this rage and the only eyes will see Thy love abandoned mirrors image, thy only company |
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from Estatic Fear - A Sombre Dance (1999)
As the stars like ludicrous fauns,
Join the grim reapers dionystic glance We step forward together with the pale withered spring And join the pipings of their sombre dance |
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from Estatic Fear - Somnium Obmutum (1999)
Wandering restless through the hillside on a cold December day, my solitary journey guided only by the pilgrims high in the sky
Fog invades the lands blocking the last rays of the dying sun and a veil of mist and serenity gracefully covers the night The shadowy trees of the forest, once imbued with beauty and life now twisted and eternally frozen by a shroud of snow and ice As the glow of the dawning sun vanishes in the witherd sky my eyes wander up through the whispering winds and watch the glare of the stars dilute Exposed to the frost of the icy winds my bittered soul still rejoys As the howl of the wind enchants me more than the sweetest sounding human voice Freed from mens insanity I feel my grief stricken heart still burn bracing my soul through night's loneliness I sence a glimpse of shelter return Burdend with the insight of my loneliness I continue my journey through this night Passed have the times when the glimmer of hope filled my heart with gentle delight All the years that the currents of fortune have planted the seeds of my grief my eyes have been fooled by the masks of joy, my desperate hopes deceived So let us now gather the harvest of the past solitary days And bath our peace craving eyes in sin's magnificent grace The night shall pass and a cold morning breeze shall obscure the traces of my pittyful existence For not a stone shall mark the place where silence embraced me and guided my cheerful soul into the charm of everlasting solitude Wandering restless through the hillside on a cold December day, my solitary journey guided only by the pilgrims high in the sky Fog invades the lands blocking the last rays of the dying sun and a veil of mist and serenity gracefully covers the night The shadowy trees of the forest, once imbued with beauty and life now twisted and eternally frozen by a shroud of snow and ice As the glow of the dawning sun vanishes in the witherd sky my eyes wander up through the whispering winds and watch the glare of the stars dilute Exposed to the frost of the icy winds my bittered soul still rejoys As the howl of the wind enchants me more than the sweetest sounding human voice Freed from mens insanity I feel my grief stricken heart still burn bracing my soul through night's loneliness I sence a glimpse of shelter return Burdend with the insight of my loneliness I continue my journey through this night Passed have the times when the glimmer of hope filled my heart with gentle delight All the years that the currents of fortune have planted the seeds of my grief my eyes have been fooled by the masks of joy, my desperate hopes deceived So let us now gather the harvest of the past solitary days And bath our peace craving eyes in sin's magnificent grace The night shall pass and a cold morning breeze shall obscure the traces of my pittyful existence For not a stone shall mark the place where silence embraced me and guided my cheerful soul into the charm of everlasting solitude Good bye |
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from Estatic Fear - Somnium Obmutum (1999)
Aumquam orem dulcem obliviscor de ea somniare non cassavi.
Sed quod pulchrior et desiderandios illa somnia sunt ea major tristia mea cum expergiscor. Tamen desiderio noctes illam dulces sed dolorosas, ut regno somnii amorem meum osculis teneris tegere et suun capillium aureum permulcere. Conamen meae mentis spem tepirire interiret per scientia oprimeta. Devoratus per somnium obmutitum, lugen plenus desiderio. As the lorn nightingales' melodious pain, dies away through the dusk-impregnated air, A sweet forgiving silence, delivers me from daily despair. Dreams of sweetest emotion touch my heart and smother my daily suppressed cries, while a vision of beauty, pure and dear inspires me with a glimpse of paradise. Wandering like a vagabond, expelled from the joys of men. Barred from the pleasure of company I solitary roam the night. How should I ever summon my courage, when the bitter gale of failure dominates my heart? How should I ever enjoy the glare of the morning, when, with the fading of the shadows shelter, departs? As the moon kisses the sea and casts its glitter on the water, and majestically silence engulfs the lands, a dream woven of bitterness joy and desire stealthfully embraces my solitary heart. Horis lucis simplex crescere, et somniator. Repudiatur nam sensus ab simplice redeor. Through skies of charming beauty, up to the stars divine, my mind lifts up enchanted, casts of all earthly chains. Subdued by nights sensation, engulfed by sweet temptation, I kiss the seals of slumber and let my spirit dream. Doubtful thoughts pull back my heart. The flame of delight chases, to burn. For every smile shall wither, the hopeful laughter fade, the cup of joys illusions bashed from the craving lips. And as all hopes are shattered, the last of patience gathered, the gale of bitter failure is all that shall remain. Cursed by my creator, and the spark of existence, so involuntarily bestowed. Come forth spirits of my solitary past, emotions of havoc and destruction be unleashed. Be unleashed. I wonder if I ever could regain the virtues I have cast off long ago. I wonder if my eyes will ever catch a token of the sympathy I still crave. And all emotion of my former days dilute. For I shall learn how to live with the truth. Soon I shall strip off the boundaries of hope. For a caring soul. Der fluchtig Vergnugungen mude, der Tag voller qualvollem Frust. Wann mag der einst wohlvertraute Friede, endlich wieder erfullen die Brust. Und als der guldnen Sterne Glanz verging und des Morgens Rot am Himmel hing da ward des Nachtens Freud und Gluck zerstoben ein neuer jammervoller Tag erhoben. Wohin verflogen der Stunden Zeit wohin des Nachts verhullnd Barmherzigkeit. So flieht mein Sinn dem Himmel gleich in Trubsinn schwer an Kummer reich. |
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