Wrapped In Mystery Lyrics - Divina Enema

(In fifth chamber were Unnamed forms, which cast the metals into the expanse) 

"So I remained looking thoughtfully at the humble grave 

For a minute trying to make out 

What's been hidden there for years 

hat it wants to speak to me 

Stuff and nonsense! 

It's absolutely mute so it is full of bones, 

And worms, 

And brown remains in rotten rags" 

I used to comprehend all thoughts of thine 

Thou wert my bond 

Oh, devil's concubine 

Who could not wait to die 

(Neither could I) 

Thou hast embodied grandeur of virtue 

Which took event 

When thou wert slept 

Nane could perceive it till thy doom... 

...Abducted thy attachment and spirited thee off. 

Light in thy casements turned to deep dusk for aught I know 

"Ye wad have glimpsed the outline of her in the Scotch mist 

She wrapped in mystery so did she not e'er exist? 

It takes place during the night 

When ye tend to turn off the lights 

Wrapped in mystery askance she looks at thee 

Towards the conformity! 

Thou can't deplore the bones of thine for aye 

As soon as corpse decay 

Ghost hath to fade away 

Evince the senseless corpse - 

The senseless corpse of thine 

Sunk into oblivion!" 

Nane shalt annoy its rest 

Nane shalt annoy its rest 

Nane shalt turn that soil to annoy! 

Do let's jog as frenzy feasts 

With cunning it affects us all 

All sincere senses are to fall 

Under its burden 

Ah, meanwhile it strides o'er corpses 

Only ghost is to survive 

The tedious phrases can't describe 

All incarnations of... 

Never-ending essence 

Diabolo he was named 

He's monster in the mortal flesh 

Strikes in weak corpse of yours 

Strikes in weak mind of yours 

Penetrating all your thoughts 

Never-ending essence 

Diabolo he was named 

Hark! 

"So I remained looking thoughtfully at the phantom 

For a minute trying to make out 

How it could appear... What it wants to speak to me 

Stuff and nonsense! It's absolutely mute!" 

He's to be your eyes - 

What are you to see? 

He's to be your ears - 

What are you to hear? 

There is nothing to be done but to serve him! 

If you do not mind so you're to do! 

Methought thou wert departed 

Methought thou'd gone without any explanation 

Utterly I was proud that I wad ne'er hae seen 

The"subject of my pride" 

I've got to wear the same way 

Because of suicide! 

Stormy night sways wooden cross 

Without any screed or remorse 

Wrapped in mystery thou shalt beget thy sigh 

Thy screech"Wha am I"? 

It takes place during the night 

When ye tend to turn off the lights 

Wrapped in mystery askance she looks at thee 

Downwards the conformity! 

When I close my eyes I see 

Only dead of night entirely... So dark 

I am afraid to cease the dream of mine 

So you ought to believe the lie 

Believe in grave or you may die 

Believe in cavalcade of destiny