Darken The Murals Lyrics - Singles - Divina Enema

(There they were revealed by Men who occupied 

the sixth chamber, and took the forms of 

books and were arranged in libraries) 

Alas for woe! Alas for woe! - 

It is high time to see the foe 

To know the law does claim your soul 

Alike the mute and helpless doll 

Thus claim you for its very own. 

However the shadows grew longer and longer 

As evening fell - don't go beyond the last house 

Your village remindeth me an island in billow 

Of pestilent breeds have been running 'gainst us 

Ye shalt die 

Well to be sure! 

But whilst ye are drowning - ye need no cure 

Don't implore 

Don't supplicate 

Ye shalt rot to the core before it's too late! 

Ye regard this solace as amongst cavalcade... 

Of ire and delirious barking at church 

There is no need to go there without faithful torch 

The murals of hers do encumber to see 

There is only one way to contumacy 

Down the face! 

The face of yours 

Come closer to the grace like that 

Shut it so close... 

As ye can... 

Imbrue her hills 

The harridan's corpse was entwined 'bout by the... 

Great worm's asp alike 

That's your funeral... Hih! 

Lo, Thou hast procured her fragrant 

Thou didst debar her insolent folks 

And as ye look through those mirrors on her walls 

There are gargoyles flit ye about! 

What were ye looking for? 

What were ye looking at? 

When this ae had been found by you 

Had ye expected thing like that? 

Indubitable ae's deep coomb alike 

Darken the murals - do not see the light 

Under palatial family vaults 

Lay open the graves... Let their prisoners rise! 

Their eyne's dry... 

More so than thine 

Dauber of murals that shalt never shine 

Solemn hues which nane wilt ever see 

Thy art is the way to contumacy 

Hath anyone e'er confined thy legacy? 

Do not crepitate! 

Soporific anthem is swimming so slowly... 

It's protected by them 

By the superstitions do rule everywhere 

Can ye die? 

I deem ye should give it a try! 

Sylvan dark 

Decrease the light 

Shall ye fly towards the dawn o' total night? 

Sleepwards red and feculent sky 

Why have ye never read my rhyme? 

But anyhow... ye should give it a try! 

Abysm provideth thy fall 

Abysmal mirrors on her walls 

Thou shalt acquire their mercy back 

If thou believe them - fall adown and break thy neck 

For the sake of evil 

For the sake of... I don't care 

Why do ye always try to attain "famine of yours" so ye acquire your pain 

Mortals! Why was your quest so discourteous then? 

If ye might have seen whether gift would be sent down... 

E'en my sight was aghast when that shining nail 

Was being pierced through the chest of the mass... knife alike 

If ye e'er want to see - do not look for your eyes. - 

And then - in days of yore - ye may creep to and fro: 

Care of mine wilt be taken by ME: say FAREWELL 

...to be continued...