The Nocturnes, First Act: The Hour of Wrath
You and me, my dearest one - your promised land and my burning ground, what is left when the sun goes down? Set at the edge of the eternity, staring at clear picture Spread over my head - Colors of blood, tears, and the burning flame Spread over my head - The time is gone, there is nothing left, spread over my head, spread over my ... Like Odysseus in his lonely journey through oceans and stormy seas One-on-one against the past in never-ending confrontation with what has been Sorrow, sorrow …. overwhelming emotion Hollow, hollow … is my heart and my bleeding soul Sorrow, sorrow ……… hollow, hollow You and me, my dearest one - your promised land and my burning ground, what is left when the sun goes down? Set at the edge of ... staring at clear picture Spread over my head, spread over my head, spread over my ... I will give up my crown, jewelry and crumpled coat One-on-one against the future with hopeless glance at what’s to come, what’s to come You and me, my dearest one - your promised land or my burning ground, what is left when the sun goes down? What is left when the sun goes down? … Set at the edge of …
Submitted by Immortal — Jul 05, 2026
Aux abords de Mouthier Dans la vallée de la Loue Vous pouvez l'apercevoir Voler d'une roche à l'autre Telle une boule de feu L' escarboucle protégée Gare a vous, si elle vous voit... The ancient times are gone but problems stay unsolved The Gordian knot still tied, the streets of Jerusalem in blood The man his own opponent in blind pursue and chase and history repeats itself for hundreds and thousands of years I’ve heard stories told by elderly folk: “... On the outskirts of Mouthier, at the river of la Loue where reeds and willows grow, where the shore is very low a sinister Vouivre dwelled there spreading fear, chaos and death to the greedy mob hunting her precious stone … ... Once the man saw the jewel stone his heart was beating for one goal to own this gem for him alone to make him richer than all lords madness gripped his confused mind and brought death upon his house … “ Is this story so old or is it just from our world? Empires rise and fall - fanatism, hate, lies and wars And no one seems to care that we all share the same space and fate The man his own opponent in blind pursue and chase and history repeats itself for hundreds and thousands of years I’ve heard stories told by elderly folk ...
Submitted by Immortal — Jul 05, 2026
The rage arose, the flame is set The blood will shed upon your head I blame you for this fatal cause For those who are lost, for the world in chaos The rage arose, the flame is set The blood will shed upon your head This case is lost for all involved Your shameless laugh filled peaceful walls The clock has struck, the final gong To whom will you turn, to whom will you run In this hour of wrath? I blame you for my ruined home For the path I must go and which you can avoid This case is lost for all involved Your shameless laugh filled peaceful walls The clock has struck, the final gong To whom will you turn, to whom will you run In this hour of wrath? ……. The rage arose .… this case is lost
Submitted by Immortal — Jul 05, 2026
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Submitted by Immortal — Jul 05, 2026