Gargoyles Ye Rose Aloft Lyrics - Singles - Divina Enema

[Peter:] 

In weary lust they have been sate o'er aisle 

Seem to be screaming: 

[Demons:] 

Come we will 

Stranger! 

Stay for a while... 

You will be our capture 

why won't you be... 

[Peter:] 

So the dome is assailed by deviltry 

[Demons:] 

Virulence 'thro abominable sight 

Come we will 

Ye wait! 

Tremendous ae! 

[Peter:] 

They frown upon earth and earth's centuries 

Here the gargoyle's high above mighty kings 

The beast has outdone 'em so she's got to wheeze 

Lay wallow in cloudy skies 

watch 'em if you please 

I was sick and tired of blear and rainy day 

so I did decide to have my rest that way 

In spite of ostensible spat in my heart 

I sat at the pulpit in hall breathing hard 

[Demons as gargoyles:] 

What would you say if we asked 

you to remain here 

until the time when days and nights are over 

and then... come we will! 

Did you not e'er happen to feel 

as if you had lived somewhere formerly 

and long ago? 

And now you do discover 

you're looking at something 

you had seen long 

long ago 

[Peter:] 

I've lost the track of time 

Wild slumber swept away 'em all 

Foamy fog is upon the woe-stained floor 

pale gleam of silver chandeliers 

obscure and delusive chants 

have run over the choirs 

so slow... 

[Arthur:] 

...Hence your virtuous mass 

shall be almost like the sacred grove 

where GOD himself does dwell and reign 

among such saints which all you have become! 

[Peter:] 

The last one I heard 

[Arthur:] 

Sow the seed of the faith 

deep into your hearts and lay open the gates 

do lead towards the skies 

there's the only device 

that does promise place for you in paradise! 

[Peter:] 

I was falling asleep so I did close my eyes... 

I was assailed by the spectre of beast 

Lay waste all those charges 'cause I can't resist 

I was obsessed by the shadow of noose 

Take away your husk 

I cannot refuse... 

[Oze:] 

Insidious grove! 

And you shall have 

your wooden scales for your very own! 

[Peter:] 

It seems to me I won't suffer this a-waiting for... 

[Demons as gargoyles:] 

As the darkness doth ravish the light wi' delight 

sae deceit decimateth all the devoted minds 

Chase the moribund rays of that desperate dawn 

blood-red hues 

that ye're hunting among for the crown 

ye had ne'er had 

and probably never ye will... 

Ae hath ne'er been belonging to yer majesty! 

But... ye believe that they will 

reveal the unreal 

the forces they hold 

and the power they steal! 

[Peter:] 

Bemoan the lust of life with me! 

Bewail their gloomy destiny! 

[Oze:] 

Just beware their bicker! 

Of this ae... 

I don't care! 

[Caacrinolaas:] 

Well 

ye lay bar those wooden gates! 

[Oze:] 

Run outwards the reality! 

Over the yawning deep... 

[Both in chorus:] 

Where as ye sow so shall ye reap! 

[Peter:] 

Each one received 

swallowed and sipped 

of that holy host' 

"body" and "blood" 

wafer and vine... 

You'll do as divine 

when yield shall arise 

when you get Eucharist! 

It seemed to me then... 

They swallowed and sipped 

instead of that holy host' 

wafer and vine 

only acorns and water... 

like in sleepy nightmare! 

All seemed to me then 

"He seems to be dead!" 

Lo! Whole vortex appears 

drawing all wicked things 

whining demons and imps 

there is nothing to seize! 

They reflowed forth again 

beating their wings in vain snarling 

no one is to blame 

but it's true all the same! 

This bout mire before me spread forth the abyss 

so the heaven e'en seemed to be 

on the verge of tears 

Were I asked what I'd seen 

through the veil of that mist 

thick and grey one had covered swamps with its quilt 

and the silence 

dead one did howl so through my ears 

that I hardly could hear 

I should probably say 

Almost nothing I felt through that torture but pain 

but that ominous emptiness did whirl me away... 

As it seemed to me then 

far away from my corpse! 

So that night swam before me 

it turned out to be 

one in which the moon barely shone over the sea 

of that desolate gloom 'n hardly anything was 

seen but blue marsh lights were skipping about in the swamps 

And quagmire before me spread forth the abyss... 

O'er that dark one a rather small stump 

met my sight 

sticking out from the earth 

remnant of rotten trunk 

of a tree that had grown o'er that deep long ago 

and roots spreading throughout this one 

like mighty snakes 

twisted roots reaching downwards into that bog 

as if there to quench 

their blind and desperate thirst... 

Met my sight deep 

and roots simply hanging in the air 

[Arthur:] 

Behold his holy holt anon... 

[Peter:] 

But I shall be dead long before 

everything will have become clear to me... 

I have never heard such improper song 

e'en though incredible call it ye will! 

[Demons as gargoyles:] 

Call us inscrutable! 

Then all the things of that sort shall cease! 

Call 'em incredible wood or stone... 

and bog if you please! 

Which guise do you prefer? 

Whose scales do you mean to be the chosen one? 

[Caacrinolaas:] 

You had better petrify! 

Why won't you try to deify your way?