Procreator (Remastered)

from Anathema by Serene Dark

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lyrics

Procreator
Behold, the ravages of age
The scorns of a thousand years forgotten
Entombed in my despair; with hate to fuel my soul
This icy palace is my temple
“Oh but the moonlight doth rest its soft glow upon my windowpane”
And from my throne I turn a cold and weary gaze
Beset by the darkest of death's spirits, I am cloaked by shadows
I hear tell of angel and succubi; and disregard all
My black sorcery is beyond the reach of your brood
Devouring souls
From my frosty throne I am the overseer of this world
Crying orders to my legions of war
To snuff the righteous flame
Torn apart in to black sea of sorrows
Four thousand fathoms below
A heart forged of frost and the contemplative mind
Searching the cosmos for to seek an escape
From untimely mortal doom, I am above you all
How harshly the sights and sounds of this realm
Do assault my failing senses
Lifted to dimensions of innocence
To weep for those invested in the physical
Walking among the gardens of Hera
Wading in waters of incomparable beauty
To sleep, to stay, in this place
Never to return to the illusion
Let the rain wash my tired eyes
What dreams may hold, I can never deny