(1998)
To oppose Crown & Country / The curse of the Medieval Ages.
#GothicHistory #Medieval
‘Tis with valour those souls have… That shine the staves that bards h… Thus their honours written sound t… That onward tolls a timeless knell… As casualties chime a continuous t…
Come creeping did he, as death awo… Upon this Sabbath day at the midn… And beside her bed did the dark fo… To take my lover by the hand! So angelic was she, this I tearfu…
I’ve heard the music of the piper From where the faeries roam, For it carries thro’ the woodlands That stand behind my home. So when the moon alights my caseme…
Here’s to the breadth of beauty, E’er that grace’d a poet’s eye, Thus here’s to our timeless love That surpasses earth and sky! Our love doth shine everlasting,
The world may twist and turn in tu… Thus winter dims away the hours, But this poet sits upon the summer… In the flowing fields of flowers!
He returned home from the war, but… For he returns to the war that he… He keeps in silence the torments t… As they are tethered to the deeds… He returned home from the war, but…
Through dark seasons past I’ve po… And there I’ve seen tomorrow, For life is a continuous turn of t… Tragedy, and sorrow. O’ the tempest winds of time does…
When the sun descends before thee, Upon the day’s last waning light, There beyond is where I now dwell… Near the edge of night; Thus I linger onward in the twili…
O’ torrents of darkness And voices from the pitch, Be this a tempest or madness, It matters not which! O’ tormented and sorrowed,
To where are you marching, soldier… Is it to some dreadful foreign war… Why must you leave your home again… As you’ve done so many times befor… Where this morn does the turbulenc…
Each night came long and darkened… But this night a storm was blowing And the air came cold upon his hea… For no fire within was glowing! His fate was set; O’ but this he…
I shan’t e’er embroil my mind with… Or conflict my soul with doubt, When I’ve applied myself whole-he… In result to end in rout; Thus unto my thoughts I dwell dee…
There afar in yon darkened keep, Beyond my casement high, Stands the stone of an angel lost That yet earthly lingers nigh. The wind blows, the mist flows,
Oh, dark, but museful spirit! Thy very essence tasks me cruel, As thy lamentations yet emanate Like ripples in a pool: Thy voice is clear upon mine ear,
From ages of circles many question… As yet wisdom asks, “What have we… Have we ebbed the trying tides of… Or merely better wrought an old de… From clubs and spears, rocks and s…