Le Berceau De L'ange (nocturnal Call Part 3) Lyrics - Singles - Your Shapeless Beauty

Le Berceau De L'ange (Nocturnal Call Part 3) 

[music: Abate/Canavaggia, lyrics: Blachier] 

leaving a cradle of light 

falling into hell at the first sight 

staring at this new chaos 

life embraces me without desire 

touched by the hand of divinity 

a wisdom as blind as me 

I feel the stench of a putrid life 

lies and suffering are but my fate 

dropped in a desert field of hate 

waiting for the unknown to harvest 

(my ethereal crop) 

a tear that vanishes before touching the ground 

I feel nothing, nothing but my futility 

lies, surrounded by lies, just tell me why ? 

why do we have to foresee 

our desolate fate as soon as we are born ? 

we are puppets but who pulls the strings ? 

dusk after dusk we crawl like vermin 

on a ground that we don't even posses 

I live in a no-man's land 

a place held by hypocrisy 

the hypocrisy of god and men 

let the storm brew 

and blow light away 

I hate this world, I hate god 

I hate you 

haec ubi dicta... 

I contemplate this bereaved soul 

and I see through this diamond 

a cradle filled with passion 

opening on a shadowy coffin 

poetry once spoken by the innocent child 

who praises spectral sentiments 

all the perfumes from the inner past 

entwined with the magenta sky 

warp me to suffer my delight 

dusk, I pledge my allegiance to thee 

this is my oath 

innocence kneels down towards 

the temptating night 

futility of wisdom enthrones 

the bereavement of my life 

the quest for my equinoctial desires 

you preachers of the untold 

feel the blood that I cum 

come to me, ye faithful darkness 

thus, I reveal the coming raven under the growing moon