Chris Noir

Through the veil of waters of sea,
Embraced by an icy mist,
A face with an open mouth i see,
That pierces wounds with light of bliss,
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In the days of flame
I call to the nameless
The ones who have fallen
To the same world that i did.
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'Look beyond the gallows! ',
said to me a priest,
'for if you repent, your doom you'll prevent,
and you need not fear God in least! '
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'Will there be pity or mercy for my soul,
Will there be the rays ov gold at the pearly gates,
Or is there nothing, nothing after all,
That can save me from the hostility ov space.
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Close my eyes with the fingers of clay
there will be no bells or chants
No one knows i died today
No one to whom i could repent
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All the way through sky and land,
Struggles man to understand,
All the tears that taint the face,
Fall down for earth to embrace.
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Through the veil of salty rain,
a face gazed upon my soul,
The eyes so warm, yet deep with pain,
Upon my misery of all,
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Realitys good if you know where to look
It sounds like old movie moral cliche
Once that it bends you dare not pretend,
Dreams become real and take you away,
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Look in the eye, the vastness, the space,
Touch the oblivion ov what will become,
And fly with the stars that left no trace,
While dust ov the ages carves us undone.
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Na prijatelja bejah ljut,
Rekoh gnevu, stadoh mu na put,
Na neprijatelja bih gnevan,
Ne rekoh mu, gnev sazreva.
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It was fifteen or so years ago
the summer on the rise,
With the flowers sprung, scent filling the lungs
Of people who pass them by.
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Through a broken mirror
The queen has took a peek
She saw her beauty gone
Beyond the point ov return
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days just come and go,
before, before we know
The world makes us confused
Afraid, afraid to lose
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A rusty blade tears the skin
as i carve the rune if madness
No escape from jaws of void,
as the vision slowly blackens.
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If i fall asleep, will time pass fast,
Or will i be caught in a nightmare,
Tween this dreamworld and the last?
As the world unchanged is turning,
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Going down this road,
There's no telling what,
Lurks behind your eyes,
So perfectly still.
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In this temple one might find,
Everything that heart desires,
Every flavor of passion, of fire,
Every way to quench the thirst of mind.
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An angel's wrath is like but thirst,
A thirst impossible to quench,
Fire resides in angel minds,
That covets for revenge.
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Today I sing no song of praise,
Like I did in time before,
An utter shame that in those days,
What I know now, I did not know.
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