Genie let out of the bottle It is now the witching hour Genie let out of the bottle It is now the witching hour Murderers, you're murderers We are not
It's dusk, y'know? It's a purple sky, cold air, woodsmoke, pinestraw smell I really like you, can we play tomorrow? I really like you, can we play tomorrow
We had a good thing, it was a blast That was a long time in the past You went through changes and I walked away And I have regretted that to this day
Follow me to the place eternal Full of pain, Pleasure and sin Come with me to a place nocturnal After dawn there's an open gateway To the place beyond
See my hand is moving Touching all that's real And once it stroked love's body Now it claws the past The scent of a flower The colors of the morning
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you arms that take your arms invertebrate venomous,constricting and cold blood warms to life tongue flickers in time vibrations awaken your soul the mind
A celebration of the damned The unfettered few who choose to roam Sharing more than sexual excess Sowing more than vexing stones Favourite haunts of
The leaves are drifting with the sunlight Far away from here, like a ship into the void The birds lapse into their last song The final sounds die And
Hark, O'Nightspirit Father of my dark self From within this realm, wherein Thou dwelleth By this lake of blood, from which we feed to breed I call silently
(Words: Ihsahn/ Music: Ihsahn & Samoth/ /Arrangements: Ihsahn) Vide Ravens caw
(Music & Arrangements: Samoth) (instrumental)
Ken ye the gloaming hour Doon by the willows weeping Doon whaur the broon trout's rising Ripples o'er the burn Can you hear the bonnie lark Ca'ing o'
Who are you and where you from And why does life go on and on ? Through it all, I have to say I couldn't live another day And everything I touch turns
In the gloaming, oh my darling When the lights are soft and low And the quiet shadows, falling Softly come and softly go When the trees are sobbing faintly
Earth's evoking the blackened icons Godless dimension, cries of pain Violated bodies of hatred Black lakes burning Souls of the damned Waking the beast
An eventful year that it was And if i'm still here it's because The stars have gone out From behind your eyes This pain is real This wound is life
(Traditional) In the gloaming, oh my darling When the lights are soft and low And the quiet shadows, falling, Softly come and softly go When the trees