Autumn Tears (58,73 %)
Love Poems for Dying Children, Act I (65,22 %)
Released: 1996
Type: Studio
Type: Studio
Ranking:
Artist:
2
Year (1996):
18
Decade (1990's):
210
Overall:
1321
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1.
They Watch with Closed Eyes
 05:50
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2.
Ode to My Forthcoming Winter, part 1: Spring
01:46
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3.
Ode to My Forthcoming Winter, part 2: Summer
 01:52
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4.
Ode to My Forthcoming Winter, part 3: Autumn
 02:29
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5.
Ode to My Forthcoming Winter, part 4: Winter
 02:36
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6.
The Eloquent Sleep
09:28
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7.
And Then the Whispering...
04:33
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8.
One Tender Kiss (The Lost Seasons)
03:36
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9.
Carfax Abbey
 07:13
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10.
The Intermission
05:37
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Album length:
45:00
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1.
They Watch with Closed Eyes
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Timeless... Ageless... Ethereal beauty Bestow thy dark enchantment Blissful death So begins the autumn dance I awaken thee With my kiss Shall they forever Be one with me Dream of me, my children As I embrace thy sorrow And take unto myself Thy tears I awaken thee Would they hold me as I wept? Would they dry my endless tears? Would they kiss me as I died? Would they love me as I am? |
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Ode to My Forthcoming Winter, part 1: Spring
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Ode to My Forthcoming Winter, part 2: Summer
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A gathering of tears Embrace the divine tragedy A chorus of saddened spirits Echoing silently... forever Autumn hath awakened her children |
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Ode to My Forthcoming Winter, part 3: Autumn
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The dying leaves soundlessly fall The withering trees whisper of winter dreams Thus... she shamelessly unveils herself The silence is forever broken Behold her blanket of darkness Enshrouding the dying summer Inviting the solemn tranquility She beckons the earth with her kisses The winds play their autumnal melodies Her children sing the song of her coming Dark formations gather in her mirth To storm the gates of earthly bliss |
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Ode to My Forthcoming Winter, part 4: Winter
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Autumn hath awakened her children I am the raging storm and the gentle breeze I am the glistening stream and earthen soil I am the rain and the ever-darkening sky I am the velvet shadows of the night Embrace the dreaming mystery... Partake of my scornful bereavement Welcome my tears... Welcome my tears... Welcome my tears... |
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6.
The Eloquent Sleep
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Guided by spectral visions They may see beyond the sleeping world and into their silent dreams... Silent dreams Which speak in tongues Revealing to them my presence Carried by unconscious footsteps I guide them to my sweet sanctum Please forgive me For what I hath done My soul is but for you to take Tears wash away my sins My darkest hour hath come... I have arisen Please do not leave me Forever shall I be thine Take me for what I shall be and thus the beauty unveils its face The garden shall wither and die The myriad gather before me To partake of my life and spirit Only their innocence and chastity Can purify my tainted soul A harvest of youthful serenity They shall find me with kisses My undying love and youthful embrace I give to them evermore |
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And Then the Whispering...
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Gazing deeply into small eyes Forever softly they shall speak Whispering voices from deep within Cries of pain for no one to hear They shall never see beyond Endless seasons of changing emotion Channeled rage and hatred Hidden behind a mask of sorrow Haunting memories are silenced Deeply woven into the fibers of a small, fragile mind Broken only by kisses of sleep Everlasting dreams of love Consuming the life and soul Evolve into a new darkness Shunned by an untrue victory |
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One Tender Kiss (The Lost Seasons)
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I. Wander Paths of unbound memories Tangled within the inner depths of love and sorrow Untrodden by questioning footsteps Unbroken by deafening silence II. See Untended gardens of life Washed away by rains of death Beneath my feet, rivers of blood flow soundlessly Seeds of anguish sown in the soil of my blackened heart III. Remember Ripples in the water casting distorted reflections Over a face I shall never see again My eternal beauty lost forever to my eyes IV. Regret Only to feel, to touch, to love myself again My life, my soul, my entire existence in this dying world In exchange for one brief moment of true happiness All my hopes and dreams in ruin, Shattered like shards of glass... Thus I am left to heed the wisdom of a fool I fear no shameless victory nor welcome illustrious defeat My loneliness ever feeding upon the strands of my sanity... As for now... I shall welcome dreams of majestic gardens... |
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Carfax Abbey
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Is it simply a kiss of carnal dreams? What once a father to tender sleeplessness The deviance of youthful whispering A majesty to darkness, a visage, my kingdom My centuries laden with dead emotion Timeless anguish beckons me Into my sleep, the torments of dreamless kin Give unto me a time for redemption And even now, beneath the multitude of stars Am I to believe that I stand before god? What pitiful illusion am I expected to see? Shall I exist in my death, to believe in them? As I destroy all you love, before your eyes I bequeath unto thee my forever For time hath imprisoned me Endowed with the wisdom of centuries Yet the sorrow hath befallen me still The chosen few are but to remain with me United together within the stillness Of an age yet to come My children of sadness, I welcome thee Into my arms, forever |
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10.
The Intermission
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Autumn, the Beautiful: - Is it raining, dear child, where dost thou wander now? Is it raining once again, or is it only thy tears? Sweet innocence, no longer a passion within their eyes Ablaze with thy fury of denial and tainted dreams. Now see what lies beneath this mask. Benevolence Unmasked: Why do these gentle teardrops endlessly mock me? The pureness of simplicity as my only true companion. For it shall be there for me always; even when I am no more. This, a paradise for fools, stained black with tears of blood. from mine eyes so empty Their glimmer hath faded with the sullen kiss and piercing caress of a century. Oh, how this mirror lies to me! Autumn, the Beautiful: the voices that haunt us evermore only this euphoria of suffering remains. Wisdom: In silence I scream out for one existence; faithless wanderers as my children take not from me this image of frailty, but give unto a glimpse of the beauty lost beneath the scars upon my faith and my freedom, my passion, my pain. ... and there is but one last chapter left to be written... |