Ephel Duath Ironical Communion (amber Lyrics

Ironical Communion (amber Lyrics

Sweet Irony,

hits my tangled troubles, and frees this

blade

from the stranding line

Cynically slides,

Through dusty
gemstone,

To offer a soft respite to my ethereal

plagues.



Let me cover with silence,

The figures around me:

A velvety sigh
on the noisy stammering.



Grow to a physical essence,

And
heavily walk on this living mosaic

Called pain...

I can hear the
breath of every dowel:

My demons are waiting...



Conceal this
fool architecture

From my (singing) conviction.

Blind my cyclopian,
trifling dreads

And dethrone the useless days

From my infested
eyes.

Irony, my care.