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Fairytale Abuse: "The Spirit Tower" – 2004

энциклопедия: Fairytale Abuse

Состав группы:

  • Simon Pedersen – вокал
  • Michael Alm – гитара
  • Morten Odgaard – гитара
  • John Lauritzen – бас
  • Troels Nissen – ударные
  • Jonas Reif Jorgensen – клавишные

Fairytale Abuse: "The Spirit Tower" – 2004

Композиции:

  1. Sindarilla
  2. The Spirit Tower
  3. In The Shadows Of Stigma
  4. An Odour Of Osirian Bloom
  5. Misery Tree
  6. By The Vampire Still
  7. The End Of Subject I
  8. Her Heart Pounds – 7 To Nightfall

Лирика

1. Sindarilla

Behold for here she is – spawned in the underworld
Hear her cries – from those you cannot hide
Feed the wind – with your sore depression
Touch the sky – before you die

An undead whore mourns by the waters of life
Her beautiful skin mirrors the glittering stars above
Her bewildering eyes
Enmesh every spirit more or less
Sindarilla
No one can match your demise
Sindarilla
The death you spread on life

Her hair as fine as feather, but arched like the life she lived
Her veins unfolds in bloom of magical energies
Her corpse so beautifully kept as if she never died
But fury came with the angels dark – from them you cannot hide

She dances with the dead in the showering rain
One dance – she bleeds again

Lifeless – She holds you
Caring – She feeds on your soul
Lust loss!
Debauch!

An undead whore mourns by the waters of life
Her beautiful skin mirrors the glittering stars above
Her bewildering eyes
Enmesh every spirit more or less
Sindarilla
No one can match your demise
Sindarilla
The death you spread on life

2. The Spirit Tower

Behind the lurid evil walls in the woods of Cathar
Here she rests the girl dressed in white

She feels the morning wind on her pale face
She feels the gust of dark in her heart
This day is the – the only day to save her soul
This day is the – the only day to save us all

And darkness spellbound her obsessive mind
Here she feeds the girl dressed in white

A tower – fearsome tall – in the night
A tower – dominion – tower of sin
This place is the – the only place to save her soul
This place is the – the only place to save us all

Darkness betrayed her soul again
Darkness enslaved her soul again

She feels the morning wind on her pale face
She feels the gust of dark in her heart
This day is the – the only day to save her soul
This day is the – the only day to save us all

3. In The Shadows Of Stigma

Upon the cross in the sacred hall of instant echoes
A scream unfolds through the night
Blasphemic prose from a hidden world
Effigies shiver in fear

Reflections from the moon
Repel the motions of her evil

Now she awakens – the goddess of depression and sin
Her eternal castigation will find – all souls alive

The night furious as a thunderstorm
Stars embittered by the sight
Spirits dismayed in anguish
Rise of Stigma the almighty

Reflections from the moon
Repel the motions of her evil

Innocent souls knotted together
In a cluster of flesh and blood
Enslaved to eternal carnal imprisonment
Of lust and love in agony

Now she awakens – the goddess of depression and sin
Her eternal castigation will find – all souls alive

Day turns to night, bloom to blood
Love is pain and pain is love
Life on earth is life in hell

Day to night, bloom to blood
Love is pain and pain is love
Life on earth is life in hell
And agony shall be!

4. An Odour Of Osirian Bloom

In a bed of bewildering passion he lies a night
A dark silhouette entering his chamber
White shades like a goddess
She was filling his soul with lust
This master of devil desire
Setting his world ablaze
Like a burning fire
Dwelling in his soul

A cold night breeze cast into this room
A gust of rare delight
A Celtic odour of Osirian bloom
Filling his chamber this night

She had the grace of four queens shining through her eyes
The diamonds of a soul swept in dark
With her whispering tongue
Seducing him to worlds beyond
"Feed with me – don't fear the second coming – you will see what I have seen
Walk with me through the gates of this world"
Nightfall took his hands!

A cold night breeze cast into this room
A gust of rare delight
A Celtic odour of Osirian bloom
Filling his chamber this night

5. Misery Tree

"I wash my cold hand in your blood
I smell the gust from your heart
I am the blood filling your veins
I am you

I bow my head – I am your slave
In your mind – engraved behind
I am yours to control
I am you"

And he saw nothing but soulless bodies surrounding him
Ensnaring his new identity as the demon he had become
"Unfold your nightmare as you unfolded your curse on me"
He yelled out trough the woods of Catharsis

The misery tree – Stigma divine

Unfold your anger goddess of mine
I am here by the misery tree
Endlessly devoured to stigmata mine
Blessed be your curse – Stigma divine

Marvelous grave oaks but dark as ghouls in hell
You bow your head waiting for your life to turn gray
Fury and anger out spell the words of time
Turn – turn – turn him free

The misery tree – Stigma divine

A deep gray horizon erupts deep behind
The trees are gates to the worlds beyond
Compel your soul to the words heavenly
From oaks voiceless words but still divine

Unfold your anger goddess of mine
I am here by the misery tree
Endlessly devoured to stigmata mine
Blessed be your curse – Stigma divine

6. By The Vampire Still

Hold me tight tonight
Kiss me with your bleeding lips
Entangle me in your web of eternity
I want to be free, imposed to life endlessly
Goddess suck my mortality

A deep dark still on the surface of nothing
Black when the water turned to blood

I feel your cold hands in my hands breathe in the cold
Our destiny is sealed – forever we rule
You my eternal love of lust and life
We shall enter darkness now

I drink the water from the still divine
Black when the water turned to blood

By the vampire still

They sat by the still in utter darkness
Only surrounded by entangled oak trees
She pressed her white teeth into his innocent skin
Seconds after he hungered for the human blood
"Oh Lord! What has happened to me?
Oh Lord! It feels so good!
Am I a monster or a dream?
I feel like killing!"

"Your flesh is blessed by the hands of hell
Black as the water turns to blood
I know it is life endlessly
Black as the water turns to blood

Oh Lord!"

7. The End Of Subject I

"I can't stand this emotional distress – soul disorder
My self control used to ignore my mistakes – filtering pain"

"I betrayed you, I faked you – I want to be hollow and empty
I fear nothing but life now
My ignorance destroys you but still I am
I want to crush my bones, to burn my soul"

This must be the end
This must be the end of subject I
This must be the end

She held his head in her arms – staring in his eyes
Telling him she can not love
But just as she spoke the winds changed
And the night felt brighter

This must be the end
This must be the end of subject I
This must be the end

8. Her Heart Pounds – 7 To Nightfall

"I see the dawn arise in a glimpse of a new time
I feel despair of what I see
For Stigma has seen your sins – sins she hated more than life
A white rose in the sky for the devils whore – it is time to die"

Staring at the oracle – her face engulfed in fear
Her eyes deeply terrorized – her skin as pale as death
Realizing the end to come
Demise of Sindarilla the vampire whore

Sky-high parade in a sinful design – Winged beings shapes without form
The horizon screams – a night full of dreams – an overcast sinful storm
A legion of hooded sinners – hunters for vampire blood
Sent to war at seven to nightfall

She held her hands into the sky that bleeds that night
Screaming out – her soul in pain
She was torn asunder by the god that never sleeps
Rest in peace – Sindarilla has deceased

Suddenly spoken words from a dimension beyond
The never spoken words trembled the ground
"You committed the only sin
You dared to care! The sin to love!"

Sky-high parade in a sinful design – Winged beings shapes without form
The horizon screams – a night full of dreams – an overcast sinful storm
A legion of hooded sinners – hunters for vampire blood
Sent to war at seven to nightfall

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