Divina Enema Gargoyles Ye Rose Aloft Lyrics

Gargoyles Ye Rose Aloft Lyrics

[Peter:]



In weary lust they have been sate o'er aisle



Seem to be screaming:







[Demons:]



Come we will 



Stranger! 



Stay for a while...



You will be our capture 



why won't you be...







[Peter:]



So the dome is assailed by deviltry







[Demons:]



Virulence 'thro abominable sight



Come we will



Ye wait!



Tremendous ae!







[Peter:]



They frown upon earth and earth's centuries



Here the gargoyle's high above mighty kings



The beast has outdone 'em so she's got to wheeze



Lay wallow in cloudy skies 



watch 'em if you please







I was sick and tired of blear and rainy day



so I did decide to have my rest that way



In spite of ostensible spat in my heart



I sat at the pulpit in hall breathing hard







[Demons as gargoyles:]



What would you say if we asked 



you to remain here



until the time when days and nights are over 



and then... come we will!



Did you not e'er happen to feel



as if you had lived somewhere formerly



and long ago?



And now you do discover



you're looking at something



you had seen long



long ago







[Peter:]



I've lost the track of time



Wild slumber swept away 'em all



Foamy fog is upon the woe-stained floor



pale gleam of silver chandeliers



obscure and delusive chants 



have run over the choirs



so slow...







[Arthur:]



...Hence your virtuous mass



shall be almost like the sacred grove



where GOD himself does dwell and reign



among such saints which all you have become!







[Peter:]



The last one I heard







[Arthur:]



Sow the seed of the faith



deep into your hearts and lay open the gates



do lead towards the skies 



there's the only device



that does promise place for you in paradise!







[Peter:]



I was falling asleep so I did close my eyes...







I was assailed by the spectre of beast



Lay waste all those charges 'cause I can't resist



I was obsessed by the shadow of noose



Take away your husk 



I cannot refuse...







[Oze:]



Insidious grove! 



And you shall have



your wooden scales for your very own!







[Peter:]



It seems to me I won't suffer this a-waiting for...







[Demons as gargoyles:]



As the darkness doth ravish the light wi' delight



sae deceit decimateth all the devoted minds



Chase the moribund rays of that desperate dawn 



blood-red hues



that ye're hunting among for the crown



ye had ne'er had 



and probably never ye will...



Ae hath ne'er been belonging to yer majesty!







But... ye believe that they will



reveal the unreal



the forces they hold



and the power they steal!







[Peter:]



Bemoan the lust of life with me!



Bewail their gloomy destiny!







[Oze:]



Just beware their bicker!



Of this ae... 



I don't care!







[Caacrinolaas:]



Well



ye lay bar those wooden gates!







[Oze:]



Run outwards the reality!



Over the yawning deep...







[Both in chorus:]



Where as ye sow so shall ye reap!







[Peter:]



Each one received



swallowed and sipped



of that holy host'



"body" and "blood" 



wafer and vine...



You'll do as divine



when yield shall arise



when you get Eucharist!







It seemed to me then...



They swallowed and sipped



instead of that holy host'



wafer and vine



only acorns and water...



like in sleepy nightmare!



All seemed to me then



"He seems to be dead!"







Lo! Whole vortex appears



drawing all wicked things



whining demons and imps



there is nothing to seize!



They reflowed forth again



beating their wings in vain snarling



no one is to blame



but it's true all the same!







This bout mire before me spread forth the abyss



so the heaven e'en seemed to be



on the verge of tears



Were I asked what I'd seen



through the veil of that mist



thick and grey one had covered swamps with its quilt



and the silence 



dead one did howl so through my ears



that I hardly could hear 



I should probably say



Almost nothing I felt through that torture but pain



but that ominous emptiness did whirl me away...



As it seemed to me then 



far away from my corpse!



So that night swam before me 



it turned out to be



one in which the moon barely shone over the sea



of that desolate gloom 'n hardly anything was



seen but blue marsh lights were skipping about in the swamps



And quagmire before me spread forth the abyss...



O'er that dark one a rather small stump



met my sight



sticking out from the earth



remnant of rotten trunk



of a tree that had grown o'er that deep long ago



and roots spreading throughout this one



like mighty snakes



twisted roots reaching downwards into that bog



as if there to quench



their blind and desperate thirst...



Met my sight deep



and roots simply hanging in the air







[Arthur:]



Behold his holy holt anon...







[Peter:]



But I shall be dead long before



everything will have become clear to me...



I have never heard such improper song



e'en though incredible call it ye will!







[Demons as gargoyles:]



Call us inscrutable!



Then all the things of that sort shall cease!



Call 'em incredible wood or stone... 



and bog if you please!



Which guise do you prefer?



Whose scales do you mean to be the chosen one?







[Caacrinolaas:]



You had better petrify!



Why won't you try to deify your way?