Mythistory Lyrics

Mythistory lyrics

I'm standing at the
crossroads of my life -
nothing to lose.
Each path
leads to oblivion,
whichever one I choose.
Rising from the ashes of my
plight
I traverse filaments of light,
that permeate my ethereal form
-
on omnipotent threads I'm born.
Unto a place where I can find
a balm
to ease my troubled mind,
that I may glimpse things
yet unseen,
a world
not grey -
but evergreen...
And can you blame me -
is it such a
crime,
to crave for one small piece
of heaven that I can call
mine?
For years I have waded
through bland mediocrity,
watched my
hopes sink
in a mire of negation.
Yet why pay the cost for a
paradise
lost when here is
an Eden of natures creation?
Sisters of
servitude-
fearful and fair,
Who herald good fortune
and mete out
despair.
Take pity upon me and
give back my soul,
so that I who am
'empty'
may once more be 'whole'.
SPIRIT VOICES:
"Mortal be silent
-
take heed as we speak,
not lightly will we return
that which you
seek.
True wisdom walks hand in
hand with adversity,
knowledge exists
on the
brink of uncertainty."
The moment that I saw her face
my lust I
could not hide.
She knew me as no other -
viewed me through a lovers
eyes.
A vision of sensual delight
pervades my senses -
and ignites new
feeling
that I can't define,
desire for this succubus sublime.
Sister,
mother, virgin, whore -
she is all these and yet still more
that I could
hope to understand,
she takes my heart -
I take her hand ...
And can
you blame me -
is it such a crime,
to crave for one small piece
of
heaven that I can call mine?
All my life I have yearned -
how my spirit
has burned,
to taste the fruits
that my tonsure forbade.
Yet here was
a beauty so pure
she could truly outshine any
star that the Lord God has
made.
Sisters of servitude-
fearful and fair,
Who herald good
fortune
and mete out despair.
Take pity upon me and
give back my
soul,
so that I who am 'empty'
may once more be 'whole'.
THE FAIREST
OF THEM ALL:
"Brand look no further -
for that which was lost can
be
found in me if your
distrust becomes troth.
I will bestow you
with
riches untold,
for I am your 'harvest-home' -
I am your
soul.
Come walk with me through
the vale of eternity,
for you must
know ere you go -
I go with thee.
Corn is the gold that
will shine in
the Summertime,
leaves are the emeralds
you find in the Spring.
At
Autumn they turn and
as copper they burn,
then fall like the
diamonds
that bleak Winter brings.
>From the beginning when hour
-
frost and flame collided -
the birth of the world
to
proclaim,
your lives have been guided -
decided by fate,
unaltered by
chamges that
you try to make.
The world nkeeps on turning -
men still
live and die,
though many have questions
so few even try,
searchfor
the answers
that you have found here -
unaware of the threads in
the
web that is wyrd."
Drowning in the waves which carry me
'cross oceans of
tranquility,
lulled by the eddies of my mind -
washed up like flotsam on
the
tides of time.
I've no desire to return
from whence I came I
came
now I have learned,
within us all resides
a dream of days not
grey -
but evergreen...
And can you blame me -
is it such a
crime,
to crave for one small piece
of Heaven that I can call
mine?
For years I have waded
through bland mediocrity,
watched my
hopes sink
in a mire of negation.
Yet why pay the cost for a
paradise
lost when here is
an Eden of natures creation?
        - * -
All that
is left of those
times are my memories,
days long since past
into
realms of antiquity.
Tales round the fireside
from old men who
reminisce,
speak of lost youth and
the age of 'Mythistory'.
Many a
cold Winters night
she has come to me -
easing my sorrows and
soothing
my fears,
in the dreams of this old man
a soft voice still comforts
me,
made young once more by
the words that I hear.
"Come walk with me
through
the vale of eternity,
for you must know ere you go
I go with
thee ...
I go with thee."