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  • Divina Enema »

    Divina Enema Holy Forever текст песни

    Holy Forever

    With gesture I call you
    O stranger unknown…

    [The Grove:]
    Ye nasty knight came wriggling down
    among the tangled pillars
    where’s nothing to be done but hold your ground
    thus hold on to your head!
    Tell how ye move about
    in spite of all the rules we’ve to attend to…
    where the life does end?

    For I was very anxious to be of use
    they wept and prayed for miserable hand
    ‘All of you may treat me as a friend
    I said
    where the life does end’

    that’s my fault
    for keeping my eyes open…
    If I’d shut them tight up
    It would not have happened
    my friend…
    where the life does end’

    If I only knew
    I wouldn’t have been penalised!

    I had far better help you hadn’t I?

    You’d better keep an open eye!
    As ours
    sooth to say
    were nowhere to be found
    and now we’ve lost ‘em
    we are blind!

    They are gone!
    There is more evidence to come yet
    …where the life does end!

    So he went on with closed eyes
    and half forgotten grove he’d seen…
    though he knew he had but to open them again
    and all would change to dull reality

    [Both with Caym:]
    If I only knew I wouldn’t have been
    so foolish penalised!

    And now we’ve got indeed
    immortal and uncanny sight!
    Quite liquid one for sleepless kin
    with their forever watchful eye!
    Behold them folded roaring
    swarming loudly in the dead of night!

    Ye seem to be dead!
    Ye have fed the vermin with
    your foliage
    that’s the reason why ye weep!
    Ye shall reveal
    your skin’s all ’round the pew
    ye asked much more than your god could endure

    [The Grove:]
    We all were the people
    now we are the pillars!
    Watch as your almighty god does kill his children!
    Watch the nonsense that
    shall decimate his creatures!
    Would you like to feel the charm of our adventures?

    We all got in this trap
    we have gotten…
    We were fools but we have forgotten
    way we used to be
    seed we used to sow!
    We all are the pillars and so is our lord!

    Chase the castaway
    who’s been haunting the catafalque!
    Since his death he screams
    ‘take them away!
    ‘Take away them all:
    those bones from my poor corpse
    I won’t endure the dead inside the trunk of mine! ‘
    Only daemons know
    where those weeping pillars grow
    They are standing like a wall…
    having confirmed their own request
    they have embodied that chest
    or any wooden thing we know!

    I do not suppose there will be a tree left standing
    for ever so far round
    by the time they’ve finished such chat!

    Deeply he sighed and drew his palm
    looking more like branch
    than anything else across his eyes
    he wept already out!

    There’s hot blood dropping down
    from the ancient vaults every now and then
    and if something wasn’t done about it
    in less than no time
    there would be a pool full of blood
    sacred one result of such obedience!

    [Caacrinolaas speaking triumphantly:]
    An unjust verdict will be worth while impunity!
    You will hear the tangled sentence made anew
    so sheer guile will reign again indignantly!

    Only ye repine against your fate!

    [The Grove:]
    Our pain!

    Won’t we receive the Eucharist again!?

    [The Grove:]
    Ye ask in vain!

    Ye seem to be dead

    [The Grove:]
    Nobody knows

    Ye seem to be deaf

    [The Grove:]
    When we all arose

    They seem to be sad

    [Caym to Peter:]
    So we ask you not to be afraid!

    As ye strive to forget in vain

    Our stranger
    we shouldn’t have been blind
    ye should disdain us!
    We seem to be deaf
    nobody mourns
    we seem to be dead
    o’er our loss!
    But all of us do mourn over our death!

    Do not be so deaf
    it must be divulged
    do not be so dead
    ye should not disdain
    do not be so blind!
    so now we know we cry in vain…

    Now ye’ll observe
    the way our nameless master does
    transform his wights from the people
    to the grove or to the grass
    We will reveal you that device
    do not be surprised enormously…

    [The Grove:]
    We’ve wept
    We’ve cried with million tears for years!
    it seems to us
    we’ll never disappear

    And so will your torture!

    [The Grove:]
    If not the water so what drops down
    from our branches?
    Would you like to feel the charm of our adventures?

    Claim from shelves for your very own
    that scenario of thine!
    Now peruse carefully!
    You think o’er your eternal lot
    to be alive disappearing down the throat
    of imps and evil demons
    will make your feathers fly anon!

    [Caacrinolaas in defiance of Caym:]
    Note that darkness was almost complete
    and you could see nothing much beyond your hands’ stretch!
    Note that ’twas getting deep dusk
    when the eyes make things greater
    than they should be!
    Mind you!
    By no means out of the fens
    will come drifting a stench
    not the sticky odour of decay
    but a foul reek
    as if filth unnameable were piled
    and hoarded in the dark within…
    All around you
    deep within the gnarly grove
    all around this halloo-holt…heavy
    still and stagnant air
    where any sound fell dead
    where any tree fell dead!
    Prick up your ears at this
    ‘Unlike we are and yet also much akin’

    In couples they’ve been waltzing
    exhausting each other
    In couples they’ll circle till somebody’s dead
    Why won’t sister murder
    for instance
    her brother?
    Why won’t she pursue him to bed or to death?

    Subconsciously tomb does smile
    through every mirror
    Your face is to impact against wretched grimace!
    You’re terribly frightened all the time at the thought
    that it might be hungry
    for you
    in which case

    That exquisite one would be very likely
    to eat you up in spite of all your coaxing smiles!
    And everyone will tell:
    that’s nothing to what I could say
    if I chose…
    e’en if nobody dies!

    So if you drink much
    from the bottle marked "poison"
    it is almost certain to disagree with you
    sooner or later…
    but would it be any use now
    to speak to the dead or to speak to the imp?

    The beast has been buried and sealed for the ages
    so that was a narrow escape…
    for the dead
    like you
    (immense way you’ve been betrayed since forever)

    It’s no use in crying like that!

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