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The Becoming

Rimmersgard

Grotesque shapes are growing in my dream
Gargoyles extend their petrified wings
Nocturnal beings are hidden in their grim
Grievously resound that undead strings
Unyielding souls which search peace to rest
Unseen voices scream their request
On the unknown one's face is self-assured grimace
They are waiting for the chance"

""The becoming"

Do Thou want to take Thy own life?
This act will not return Thy wife
Jonathan I want to hear Thy answer
Thy mouth, Thou can die with Thy pray
Open to me Thy world of grey
Jonathan I want to hear Thy answer

Leave me with my anguish
Leave me with my pain
My faith was burried with my wife
How do Thou know my name?
I worry of the truth which is found in me
Spiritual tragedy that my blind eyes can not see
I lust for scarlet that is hidden in female womb
Majestic darkness shows me the way to Thy silent tomb

From Death-borne beauty of tears
Above those graves that there are laying
Where are the dreaming trees?
Expire with pride devoid of wailing
Watering by water of drowning griefs
Leaflets of time which are forever dying

We lurk in the dark ancient place
From the first generation hidden before Lord's face
Any fear from the silent time
Blood in coffins like blood-red wine

Caine was the one who sipped blood divine from the chalice
But His aching heart was full of malice
He created thirteen Antediluvians
Fathers of thirteen vampiric clans
When He transfered power to them
In darked sky reveled the claw
Our kingdom was born out of love

I'm prepared to carry eternal damnation of Cainite
The sun in my heart burnt out before long time
My body died before Thy sight
The sun in my heart never shall rise

We are tied with hate
Don't forget the moment of the late
Angels are crying as we they sighs
Now open Thy vampire's eyes

The becoming"






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