The Summer Funeral

Silence enshrouds the remembrance that is feasting on my endless pain,
My pain the scorching sun has raised from the depth of my withered heart.

Is it an illusion made up by my mind,
(Or should) I face the fact that the past is alive,
This must be an illusion made up by my mind, I'm blind.
Death that once belonged to the dream is now alive and haunts me,
A wound carved in me which time won't heal, I know I will never be relieved.
The memory I had to conceal inside,
Tragedy that once belonged to the past now wakes up,
The memory I had to conceal inside now revealed.

A life my innocence had to prey,
Lost and forgotten in a frozen memory,
I'm guilty because I'm alive,
I'm alive, I'm alive,
An innocence my malice had to prey,
Lost and forgotten in a frozen memory,
Am I guilty? Am I to be judged?

I'm the one
Yes, I am, Yes, I am, Yes, I am
I'm the one to be damned forever

Help me dream in this silence forever,
Though my soul is not to be saved, never ever, nor are theirs,
Help me dream in the heat of the sun forever,
Though my soul will never be saved, never.
Oh my lord, may my curse damn them to hell,
Forever to burn into the flame I once fell,
Just let them know of the price to pay,
Forever to rot in the seas of decay,
Their intention was evil but mine was not,
O God do you hear me or was it your will,
I am so evil but who is not,
God is so evil if it was his will.

When sanity died, the malice was born,
A life to be saved and a life that was saved.
My sin which I should have known,
My sin which I thought I had buried,
Buried in the past forgotten, forever.


6. Musica In Tempora Belli

The beast lies within their eyes,
They feast upon their sweet lies,
The shrieks unheard to be heard by the dead;
They once fed, they once bred,
Their ears are deafened, their eyes are blinded,
They have no tongues to speak their truth,
The words are buried in the smoke of fires,
The curse is sung by the dead men's choir.

I am not the one who seeks for the truth that's buried in heaven,
I am not the one who fears the tribulations in hell, the one who seeks for the vengeance to be slowly done,
I am not the one who waits for (the) curse which I know falls on none.

They burned my flesh,
They burned my soul,
They burned my shadow,
They burned my blood,
They burned my love,
They burned my hate,
They burned my pleasure,
They burned my pain.

The fire burns the eyes to see I've got;
The fate confined in the burning tombs,
No flowers to bloom in the ashes on which I lie,
Unleashed up us unwanted doom,
Death begins to show its shadow,
Shriek shot through my shivering womb,
My blood-shod grave, so shabby and shallow,
A hoof on the devil is proof of evil.

The fire burns the tongue to speak;
For the truth in ashes I have to seek,
Screamer, redeemer or is it silence,
Like a spear to my ears,
I'm falling from the throne blind,
I'm crawling through the stain of blood,
I'll be slain, insane, in vain.
As I was,
As I was,
As I was burned in hell,
I've seen it,
I've seen it,
I've seen it,
Yes, Hell does exist.

The fangs to be sharpened seek another prey,
Blood to be shed brings death to be done,
Life is denied when our dawn draws so nigh,
I'll be chained to the stain of blood,
King of slaughter,
Sins to be scattered, crucified upon the burning throne, the unwelcome spawn is;
To be stoned but never to be moaned.

I am not the one who waits for the tragedy that I'll be given,
I am not the one who yearns for death to be forgiven,
I am not the one who sacrificed my own (sacred) flesh,
I am not the one who sacrifices my own (filthy) blood,
Denial or betrayal,
The warning came but it was too late,
The angels bleed to sate their greed,
Yes Demon's greed, and never to be freed,
Denial or betrayal,
The angels bleed to feed the evil,
Only to be preyed upon their seed, I plead!

I am not the devil though my way might not be right,
I am not the devil even if my hands are filled with blood,
Oh God do you kill us for your own fun?
Like a stain of what has been done.