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Mythistory Lyrics - Singles - Sabbat

I'm standing at the 

crossroads of my life - 

nothing to lose. 

Each path leads to oblivion, 

whichever one I choose. 

Rising from the ashes of my plight 

I traverse filaments of light, 

that permeate my ethereal form - 

on omnipotent threads I'm born. 

Unto a place where I can find 

a balm to ease my troubled mind, 

that I may glimpse things 

yet unseen, 

a world not grey - 

but evergreen... 

And can you blame me - 

is it such a crime, 

to crave for one small piece 

of heaven that I can call mine? 

For years I have waded 

through bland mediocrity, 

watched my hopes sink 

in a mire of negation. 

Yet why pay the cost for a 

paradise lost when here is 

an Eden of natures creation? 

Sisters of servitude- 

fearful and fair, 

Who herald good fortune 

and mete out despair. 

Take pity upon me and 

give back my soul, 

so that I who am 'empty' 

may once more be 'whole'. 

SPIRIT VOICES: 

"Mortal be silent - 

take heed as we speak, 

not lightly will we return 

that which you seek. 

True wisdom walks hand in 

hand with adversity, 

knowledge exists on the 

brink of uncertainty." 

The moment that I saw her face 

my lust I could not hide. 

She knew me as no other - 

viewed me through a lovers eyes. 

A vision of sensual delight 

pervades my senses - 

and ignites new feeling 

that I can't define, 

desire for this succubus sublime. 

Sister, mother, virgin, whore - 

she is all these and yet still more 

that I could hope to understand, 

she takes my heart - 

I take her hand ... 

And can you blame me - 

is it such a crime, 

to crave for one small piece 

of heaven that I can call mine? 

All my life I have yearned - 

how my spirit has burned, 

to taste the fruits 

that my tonsure forbade. 

Yet here was a beauty so pure 

she could truly outshine any 

star that the Lord God has made. 

Sisters of servitude- 

fearful and fair, 

Who herald good fortune 

and mete out despair. 

Take pity upon me and 

give back my soul, 

so that I who am 'empty' 

may once more be 'whole'. 

THE FAIREST OF THEM ALL: 

"Brand look no further - 

for that which was lost can 

be found in me if your 

distrust becomes troth. 

I will bestow you with 

riches untold, 

for I am your 'harvest-home' - 

I am your soul. 

Come walk with me through 

the vale of eternity, 

for you must know ere you go - 

I go with thee. 

Corn is the gold that 

will shine in the Summertime, 

leaves are the emeralds 

you find in the Spring. 

At Autumn they turn and 

as copper they burn, 

then fall like the diamonds 

that bleak Winter brings. 

>From the beginning when hour - 

frost and flame collided - 

the birth of the world 

to proclaim, 

your lives have been guided - 

decided by fate, 

unaltered by chamges that 

you try to make. 

The world nkeeps on turning - 

men still live and die, 

though many have questions 

so few even try, 

searchfor the answers 

that you have found here - 

unaware of the threads in 

the web that is wyrd." 

Drowning in the waves which carry me 

'cross oceans of tranquility, 

lulled by the eddies of my mind - 

washed up like flotsam on the 

tides of time. 

I've no desire to return 

from whence I came I came 

now I have learned, 

within us all resides 

a dream of days not grey - 

but evergreen... 

And can you blame me - 

is it such a crime, 

to crave for one small piece 

of Heaven that I can call mine? 

For years I have waded 

through bland mediocrity, 

watched my hopes sink 

in a mire of negation. 

Yet why pay the cost for a 

paradise lost when here is 

an Eden of natures creation? 

- * - 

All that is left of those 

times are my memories, 

days long since past into 

realms of antiquity. 

Tales round the fireside 

from old men who reminisce, 

speak of lost youth and 

the age of 'Mythistory'. 

Many a cold Winters night 

she has come to me - 

easing my sorrows and 

soothing my fears, 

in the dreams of this old man 

a soft voice still comforts me, 

made young once more by 

the words that I hear. 

"Come walk with me through 

the vale of eternity, 

for you must know ere you go 

I go with thee ... 

I go with thee." 

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