✥∵harpsichord + organum improvisation∴✥

Nosferatu Plays In The Castle's Grand Hall

humming my own song
i'm living tied to the walls
away from where one wallows with joy
these cuffs won't break

i have to save myself from this doom
carry on life as dour as i can be
but can i even save my all loving heart
from the world's corrosion?

feeling tired of trying hard for nothing
i'm sick and tired of all the failing
feeling tired of a love that could never be
free this heart of all the wringing
is it what am i deserving of?
even though i've given all
took so long just to make the lines drawn on my hands
align

feeling tired of trying hard for nothing
i'm sick and tired of all the failing
feeling tired of a love that could never be
free this heart of all the wringing
is it karma from a life i can't remember?
i lie so wistful, but i still hope

take it away from me
i'm aching to the bone, you see
my body is sallow
i'm stupidly trying not to fall
into a chasm in my head
a colossal hollow
but then it came that storm made of wolves
just to hurl me away from me

i'm still singing to the walls...

Lines

Lines (Dionysian Version)

i do remember how it all began
i was so scared of it
how could i go on
now knowing it was part of me
it was inside of me

thought that i could never die
at a moment's notice
thought that i could never die
unceremoniously
i have to live with this curse

for as long as i go

i could pretend that it was just a dream
and i did try to do so
but for nought
as the pain came back to haunt
and crush me to the ground

never thought that my enemy would be
the shinning brightness of the sun
heavy waterhead on the weakest of shoulders
the weakest of shoulders crumble

for as long as i go

could we just prepare my body and soul
to be embalmed by the burning ices of glaciers
could then the waves of sand erase
the fear of the ending, of my own ending

could we just take care of our pending matters
throw the doubt far into the ocean
while we have time
i have defiled all the ocean growing in my brain

roaming this ocean i was afraid to drown
roaming this ocean i was afraid to find
my own consciousness lost in thought
and stunned by light
unable to move, to cope...

waterhead

VANITAS

VANITAS [instrumental]

▼WITCHCRΔFT MUSIϾ FOR BRΘKEN BITCHΞS▼


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Phillip Häxan

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