Pirouetting Through The Gloom Lyrics - Singles - Misanthrope

Then I die in a crimson world from behind 

Praise my defunct soul to the highest sky 

Pirouetting through the gloom, God guides my Acts 

As an angel tempted by 

The lust for the deformed 

Lashing out the depths of a being 

Lapsed from the azure, fallen 

Into the slough, where no eyes can penetrate 

As a soul under a spell 

Futilely searching for pleasure, in vain 

Then I die in a crimson world from behind 

Praise my defunct soul to the highest sky 

Above the lights of loneliness, my tears flow out of my eyes 

As the blood of Christ stains my hands 

Caught in a crystal conquest 

Seeking for the pearls of life 

Plain emblems of a luxurious fate 

Sombre and lucid exchange 

In a heart that has become its own mirror 

A well of truth, clear though black, a torch of grace 

Drink the chalice 

Raise our flag to the livid star, an invincible reflection of bizarre 

Caught in a crystal conquest 

Seeking for the pearls of life 

Tremble, livid star! 

Resound, immortal drums of the bizarre 

Sombre and lucid exchange 

In a heart that has become opaque 

A well of truth, clear though black, a torch of light 

Tremble, livid star! 

Resound, immortal drums of bizarre 

Pirouetting through the gloom, God guides my Acts. 

As an angel tempted by 

The lust for the deformed 

Lashing out the depths of a being 

Lapsed from the azure, fallen 

Into the slough, where no eyes can penetrate 

As a soul under a spell 

Futilely searching for pleasure, in vain 

Our consciousness in evil 

Pirouetting through the gloom 

Our consciousness in evil 

Evil 

Pirouetting through the gloom, 

Our consciousness in evil 

Our consciousness in evil 

Pirouetting through the gloom, God guides my Acts 

As an angel tempted by 

The lust for the deformed 

Lashing out the depths of a being 

Lapsed from the azure, fallen 

Let my body wither away 

Scarlet will acrimoniously wrap my enigma 

A last elevation until I die 

Farewell to heartlessness 

Then I die in a crimson world from behind 

Praise my defunct soul to the highest sky 

Above the lights of loneliness, my tears flow out of my eyes 

As the blood of Christ stain my hands