The Divine Sonata

So deep the Rhine who’s drunk off blood
How light the Lethe whose past is blind
So heavy, men who recollect the Flood
How shallow be the free and spotless mind

How shallow be the free
How shackled be the kind
How monstrous be the men
Unbound who do not bind

What weight do hold Prometheans
Such winds do carry cherub hymns
What fate unfolds the chained and Elder limbs
Such sands do dance as if bohemians

So deep the Rhine who’s drunk off blood
How light the Lethe whose past is blind
So heavy, men who recollect the Flood
How shallow be the free and spotless mind

How shallow be the free
How shackled be the kind
How monstrous be the men
Unbound who do not bind

What weight do hold Prometheans
Such winds do carry cherub hymns
What fate unfolds the chained and Elder limbs
Such sands do dance as if bohemians

So flames to the fans
And fire to the ire
Of the waking men

The world is but a dream
And the streams of life
Are not what they seem

Forget the strife, forget the strife
Dare not you wake to life

Thunder to the seas
That storm within
And drumming to the strumming
Of the heart’s violin

Lo behold the dragon’s grin
Learn it’s troughs and fear its highs
For you are a dragon slaying men
If only you shall wake your eyes

If you wake then you shall die

If you hate then you shall strive!

And if you fight then
You must rise

And so… 
They opened their eyes

So steep the cliff that holds the strong
How light the foot that holds the child
So free the man who transvalues the wrong
How sleep the gnome who drinks her cherries wild

How sleep the gnome
How safe the night
How dark the known
Its endless light

What dreams do haunt the waking man
Such feathers to his lesser friends
What destinies he craves to break and bend
Such winds do wish they carried heavy kin

“I am the chain that shackles me
I am the Law that sets me free!”

         …

I am the faun who loathes the Day
And I the prince who fights the Moon
The rhythmic tides shall have their sway
I am the faun who loathes the Day!
The frightful night shall have its way
The chest of men will hear my tune
I am the faun who loathes the Day
And I the prince who fights the Moon!

The garden dream lets all to play
So close your eyes and please do stay

I beckon men to highest heights
For those who fly always shall fall
With word and sword to conquer fright
I beckon men to highest heights!
To fight and claim their earthly rights
I warn of thee who stand too tall
I beckon men to highest heights
For those who fly always shall fall!

“We hear the tune we heed the call
This night only the moon shall crawl!”

                      …

I remember the Night that loved the Day
The Moon that welcomed Sun’s warm gaze
Who suffered him away
Her knight her haze
Her daze

Her lord, her light
Of stable ways
Noble rays

That honeyed phase

Those times now gone

You have flown
Away withdrawn,
My hate, my pain

My maze
My plight, malaise
Who suffered you to stay!
It burns to hear you mimic praise
In your so hollowed out mimetic way

Now I the faun and you the prince from hence
Forever to be as enemies
And men who wake will wince
Who challenge me
No sense

No sound, no sight
Shall follow whence
Ever since

That sick pretense

You wall be down

See the crown
On men who frown
No moon, no tide

No fence
Can stop his knees
Or drown to sleep his prance
Forever alive is he who sees!
You will not be a Cave at his expense

I give you fire so fight the Night
He is a liar who brings you blight!

I give you rage so warn the kin
He brings you age to harm the skin!

I give you words to plan and speak
He gives you herds of men so bleak!

They’ve built a tower to the Moon
I’ll burn it down I’ll strike it soon!

“I’ll make her swoon.”

This arrogance shall be your doom

No Night shall hide him from the Truth
No dark will guide him from the Tune
No cold deny of him his Youth
No wind subside this bold Typhoon!

Oh I the faun who loathes the Day
Shall make him kneel to me and pray!

And I the prince who fights the Moon
Command remove her from your way!

Nay!
Yay!
Nay!
Yay!
Nay!

Whatever do you say?

Cease! or shall you die this way?

“A tragic hero now I die.
Such heavy feet! the babes shall cry.”

I remember the Day that loved the Night
Even the man who gave his life
That cherished ray of light
And prince of strife
My height

My lord, my knight
Oh weep, I might
His stable ways
Noble rays

Those honeyed days

Cannot I die?

How I try
Alone I cry
No sense, no sight
No joys, no frights

No flight
No blade, no knife
To stab my eye or plight
To punish me the mournful wife
Who remembers the Day that loved the Night

                      

- Demonic Sonata