The Lost Garden lyrics

Artist  : Noctes 
Song : The Lost Garden



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 Tragedy, Blood-wpt patters of Eden within my
dreams. Mors iauna vitae!

Requiem-aeternam dona eis, Domine. Whispering
chois within the dark.



I lay as dead, my graven dreams as memories, of
the enchanted garden

As the dark is creeping through my coffin sleep,
with a sour perfume

the putrid stench of withering flesh-wheeping



Once bewildering bright, in Elysian bloom, the
garden stood vast, as an Arcadian dream

but chaos arose with malicious intent, to smother
the orchads with grim eerie veils

Petrified angels, dead featherless black, fell as
overriped fruits from their haven

to drown as sinners, in sulphur steam
drenched

in the damp bloodless vein of
Phlegethon-Bath!

Sculptured to be...



Marble angels of melancholy, statues of stone by
my grave, as sentinels sobbing

with wings draped in frost, for heavenly life
they crave.



The midwinter storms to scatter the leaves, thin
and brittle as ice

as stars upon my grave, diaphanous pale, a
bouquet of frostbitten flowers

Transparent, melting as the anthems of death, the
poems I've written are fading

Like my funeral wreath, the weave of dreams,
forgotten and frozen to ice



Pelaline jewelry, as stars in the snow, to
embelish the wintery embrace

embedded in darkness, tenebrous haze. I sleep
beneath their glimmering gaze



Over my grave as a spring serenade, flowers
fortorn within darkness

The garden of galaxies frozen to frost. The
orchards of Eden by roses and thorns

overgrown, as the memories-of a landscape
forgotten to sprout.

Withering beaty to vanish in patterns of
withering dust-in oblivion lost



Warm I lay in the sheets of the earth, in the
dust of the withering garden.

Behind the shieod of snowfall I hide-delifed-as
God of the grievous Eden



Leviathan coils from the shadows of sleep to
fetter my soul to the deep

Ophidian beast from the darkness to rise, my
dreams to nourish and reap

Quadricornutus sperpens, luminous black, breating
an apical hiss,

yearning to bless me with venomous hiss, with a
flickering, toungue upon my lips



Above the surface, lifeless and plain, the
midwinter winds to ravage

to scatter the remnants of memories lost, the
garden withered to dust

I sleep with the dark, silence I breathe, still
waiting for life to return

A time will come, when my death I defy, from the
ashes, as a pheonix to rise





7. Darkside Whispers



[The voice of a feminine divine power]

"For I am the first and the last. I am the
honoured one and the scorned one.

I am the whore and the holy one. I am the wife
and the virgin."