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I have tasted it many nights upon my tongue the foreboding that worse lay in the dregs as I await some Stroke of Doom From a corner of this weeping earth my thoughts unfold onto this world and leave me cowering for refuge from torment and pain In silence I weep for lost memories so deep that I have torn all ties with the physical So let me build a wooden bridge to the moon and I will rip the heavens apart with my thoughts and my anguish Linger in forgotten mountains all alone Cold beneath the moon Seek me and you'll find me Licking dirt from the ground Mountains are mine Foundations of fine wine Never will you find For they are buried in my mind In silence I weep My loneliness so deep For they are buried in time Realised in your mind Overwhelming anguish seeps through these veins turning my blood to ice never to flow again Under innumerable stars in vivid brightness my mind was naked for all to pick Now free to roam across the jagged pieces (of heaven) wrapping myself round pieces (of heaven) Thoughts start to creep around my heart in vivid brightness in vivid darkness The cold night draws in and the children are skulking With fear of reprisal, but the Mountains are Mine
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A moonlit balcony reveals a majestic beauty "When grief wrapped its cold arms around my body The embers still flicked in the autumn of our love" The sight of your beauty breaks the hold of sorrow on me Wandering with passion in our hearts Smelling the melodious scent of orchards bloom In the midst of life twisting we bleed On a mountain top, gazing at the evening sky Mesmerising fires breath, eternal life Adorning tragedies, the wind carries Fatal embrace in harmony Somnolent crying Leaves fall caressing out body Empty the world we once knew Our fires of passion and bliss Doused by rains of of [sic] morrow

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released January 23, 2001

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Mourning Beloveth Ireland

It may have seemed a sign of hope that we are surrounded by humanity, but they are merely there to pick our bones, malignant. Growing on the mind like mould, a mere sliver of light drifting between wars and plagues for there is no sound of silence, no famine of the mind ... more

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