Vast Choirs (Demo)

burdens of grief that weigh against meaid my tired eyes in their search for pitchyour kind heart now pinesfor whom the gods love dies youngwrapped and confounded in a thousand fearsthe sadness

I present, smiles with tearswhere once

I'd loved now lies forlorn beautyand wars abhorred by mothersno man lives so poor as he was bornwe don't remember pure sensationsgaze peacefully into the past

I am dust, and to dust

I shall returnbelial, mephisto, both shall burn me updevour my sad whimperingsthe cutting whip is mine to feelno symphony in mind to colour my dreamspoena damnisorrow everywhereplease pray for mewhen deep sleep falls on menfather hold me

I am yours to bearad tein the play which he has written for the worldnight is the mother of sleepold age is a malady of which one diesaugury of a better agesages as far as the beardtheir wounds smelled so sweetlytemptation, the father of my lustchalcedony shines like the new bornstricken

I'd raise my dripping limbssplendid was the innocents falllaugh to scorn would our foeamid wars laws are silentdrop by drop in sleep upon the heartfalls the laborious memory of painin the rich upheavel of vast choirsdeath shall flee from memisericordium et judiciumahoest pavimentoad te levavi ocolus meosverba mea auribus