Mythistory lyrics

Artist  : Sabbat 
Song : Mythistory



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 I'm standing at the
crossroads of my life
-
nothing to lose.
Each path leads to
oblivion,
whichever one I choose.
Rising
from the ashes of my plight
I traverse
filaments of light,
that permeate my ethereal
form -
on omnipotent threads I'm born.
Unto
a place where I can find
a balm to ease my
troubled mind,
that I may glimpse
things
yet unseen,
a world not grey
-
but evergreen...
And can you blame me
-
is it such a crime,
to crave for one
small piece
of heaven that I can call
mine?
For years I have waded
through bland
mediocrity,
watched my hopes sink
in a mire
of negation.
Yet why pay the cost for
a
paradise lost when here is
an Eden of
natures creation?
Sisters of
servitude-
fearful and fair,
Who herald
good fortune
and mete out despair.
Take
pity upon me and
give back my soul,
so that
I who am 'empty'
may once more be
'whole'.
SPIRIT VOICES:
"Mortal be silent
-
take heed as we speak,
not lightly will
we return
that which you seek.
True wisdom
walks hand in
hand with
adversity,
knowledge exists on the
brink of
uncertainty."
The moment that I saw her
face
my lust I could not hide.
She knew me
as no other -
viewed me through a lovers
eyes.
A vision of sensual delight
pervades
my senses -
and ignites new feeling
that I
can't define,
desire for this succubus
sublime.
Sister, mother, virgin, whore
-
she is all these and yet still more
that
I could hope to understand,
she takes my heart
-
I take her hand ...
And can you blame me
-
is it such a crime,
to crave for one
small piece
of heaven that I can call
mine?
All my life I have yearned -
how my
spirit has burned,
to taste the fruits
that
my tonsure forbade.
Yet here was a beauty so
pure
she could truly outshine any
star that
the Lord God has made.
Sisters of
servitude-
fearful and fair,
Who herald
good fortune
and mete out despair.
Take
pity upon me and
give back my soul,
so that
I who am 'empty'
may once more be
'whole'.
THE FAIREST OF THEM ALL:
"Brand
look no further -
for that which was lost
can
be found in me if your
distrust becomes
troth.
I will bestow you with
riches
untold,
for I am your 'harvest-home' -
I am
your soul.
Come walk with me through
the
vale of eternity,
for you must know ere you go
-
I go with thee.
Corn is the gold
that
will shine in the Summertime,
leaves
are the emeralds
you find in the Spring.
At
Autumn they turn and
as copper they
burn,
then fall like the diamonds
that
bleak Winter brings.
>From the beginning when
hour -
frost and flame collided -
the birth
of the world
to proclaim,
your lives have
been guided -
decided by fate,
unaltered by
chamges that
you try to make.
The world
nkeeps on turning -
men still live and
die,
though many have questions
so few even
try,
searchfor the answers
that you have
found here -
unaware of the threads in
the
web that is wyrd."
Drowning in the waves which
carry me
'cross oceans of
tranquility,
lulled by the eddies of my mind
-
washed up like flotsam on the
tides of
time.
I've no desire to return
from whence
I came I came
now I have learned,
within us
all resides
a dream of days not grey -
but
evergreen...
And can you blame me -
is it
such a crime,
to crave for one small
piece
of Heaven that I can call mine?
For
years I have waded
through bland
mediocrity,
watched my hopes sink
in a mire
of negation.
Yet why pay the cost for
a
paradise lost when here is
an Eden of
natures creation?
        - * -
All that is
left of those
times are my memories,
days
long since past into
realms of
antiquity.
Tales round the fireside
from
old men who reminisce,
speak of lost youth
and
the age of 'Mythistory'.
Many a cold
Winters night
she has come to me -
easing
my sorrows and
soothing my fears,
in the
dreams of this old man
a soft voice still
comforts me,
made young once more by
the
words that I hear.
"Come walk with me
through
the vale of eternity,
for you must
know ere you go
I go with thee ...
I go
with thee."