- Picturesque, Petrified
Demo EP, 2007
- 01. Loveless Moonlight / Cruel Dawn (10:10)
- Lyrics by Henri Harell
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Before me, this landscape overwhelming,
In sombre monochrome it speaks to me
Of choises made, of chances thrown away,
And brooding sorrow took abode in me.
A sweet smell fills my lungs, I'm choking,
Washed by the moonlight that feels nothing.
Lovelorn I gaze at the celestial body,
But in its glow there is no hope for me.
Awestruck I stand, frozen, gazing at stars,
Feeling so meaningless and trivial.
I'm mesmerised by the vastness of space,
My self diminishing and fading.
There is no sorrow left for me to feel,
My feelings frozen by the cold moonlight.
But a red glow in the horizon
Tells me that they will soon be thawed.
Colours slowly begin to re-emerge,
Darkness subsides, a sense of longing
Awakens in me; a burning passion.
I'm myself again, this pain defines me.
I throw myself down on the ground and shake,
Clutching myself, overtaken by grief.
Fatigued by wonders of the night I lie
And wallow in a fit of great despair.
The sun is climbing up its weary arch,
I let its warmth and light wash over me,
Then turn my face away in dismay.
How can these loving rays mock me this way?
They tell me, though myself, I am nothing.
I can see: in all this I am so small.
Though it is light, it is not light I see.
Each morning so far left its mark in me.
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- 02. Picturesque, Petrified (6:26)
- Lyrics by Henri Harell
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No movement in my sight,
No wind blows.
The landscape is paralysed,
Silver bands hold me.
My wailing echoes
Through the void
Though my mouth is shut
And no one else is there.
My mind repeating
A passage I read.
I whisper to myself:
"Nothing hurts."
The wind is picking up,
Still no movement in the trees.
But my voice fades away.
I sink into darkness.
Never sleeping, dead, I dream
Of faint movement in the soil.
Broken by decay, life unfolds
In a myriad of planes.
My presence rectified
As I plunge into a new
Hallucination, it confounds me.
How can I be?
Skeletal trees, never moving.
No matter how I run,
I stay still. They mock me
For I can't grow wings.
Frozen utterly, amidst this loss
Of my sanity, fighting fear.
Emptiness is all that I have,
It is my own.
My mind repeating
A passage I read.
I whisper to myself:
"Nothing hurts."
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- 03. One Joyless Night (11:13)
- Lyrics by Henri Harell
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I close my eyes and the air is still,
As if reminding me of my current state
Of immobility, I cannot achieve,
Nor rejoice; I am static.
I am warm, and yet I am cold,
I am calm, and yet I am nervous,
I want to move, desperately I wish to move,
And to scream; yet I long for a moment
Of calmness, I desire sleep,
And will have none, not now.
My head is bursting with memories,
Some are happy, some are not;
Some I can feel as if a cup
Of liquid happiness ran down my throat;
Others sting and hurt as if a knife
That is being twisted in the wound I call my heart.
One moment I would like to fight
This sense of overwhelming numbness,
Another, I want to further numb myself,
To clear my head of false hopes and lost causes,
To administer anesthesia, to drown in dreams
Hopefully better than the one I feel like
I'm living in, for it hardly feels like life,
More like a permanent trance, and myself
Controlled by an external force.
And at times, when the dream fades,
Reality nearly knocks me senseless
With its heavy, pounding toil.
Let me not cry so long,
As to dry my eyes out by crying;
Let me not think so long,
As to sink deeper into my despair,
This psychic prison I build for myself.
Let me not know the joys of life,
As to save me from breaking down
When all fails. This I know:
I will fail.
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