When A Witch Becomes A Pale Bride lyrics
Song information
Artist: Bishop Of Hexen Album: Archives Of An Enchanted Philosophy
Lyrics
Muster scarce trails to pursue the final tales I might appeal once quizzed, tested & feeled Oh, these cuts-cut-open and observed Though barely alive-cautiously preserved
Molested are my cries Dispersed like transparent rime Yet strangely I see trees Which assail with stabbing scenes
Thus maladies & their remedies mix So violently they create loathsome tricks Labyrinth of angles-so twisted Shape & form the inevitable-
Through the hexen's mind Through the sharpness of her nails Into her grim thoughts he now sails
Lame and sterile pain Becomes now the most desirable pain Washed to a pond of tears Emptied to a valley of the gifted fears Goblets of wisdom dried When a witch becomes a pale bride To the raving beauty of a doubt A garland-old & worn-out
"Here lies he who never lyed Whose skill so often hath been tryed Their prophecies shall still survive And ever keep their name alive"
[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]
"Archives Of An Enchanted Philosophy" album track list
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