Lyrics - Athene Noctua by Unholy

(
Blissmaster's
Ball in the
Hall of
Twilight) opus 36,
Bb-minor
And the visionary paintsblack on black grey on greyit's sad farewell and chronos won't waitnever to return to your dustbound shrineall that you gathered buys you no timespirit of unrest fear of the sublimegrave mystery of mortal's lifein the end will the spirit ever rise?
If freedom becomes your dungeonreach deep within yourselffor the soul of hidden eroticto set self recklessly freefor who's right and who's wrongin a merry-go-round of passionin the
House of
Truth and
Lieonly fear of self annihilates the soul
Touch and like a torch
I'll burncast upon your endlessnesslightning moment of rapturemy hour of passion and gracejoyfully
I shall perishin longing for your bliss
All those minor deaths
I've died
All those times
I've restedweary upon your eternityexhausted by your tendernessflame of lust extinguished in the ocean of love
Here is the wisdom: life is coming and goingand becoming of the ones into onesymmetry of souls harmony under the sun

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