Thrall of Illusions Songtext
von Glorior Belli
Thrall of Illusions Songtext
We have offended Satan, most
Admirable of gods by far
Hollow creatures that we are!
To entertain a vile despotic host
O night... O lawless fugitive!
Whose glance forced me again to shrive
We, gave up the strife, withdrew without a fight
Bowed in the thrall of illusions
We praised and flattered all that should perish
To drown deeper our vertigo entire
We've eaten without appetite,
Enthusing drunk with bloody rites.
We, gave up the strife, withdrew without a fight
Bowed in the thrall of illusions
To charm and our delirium to nourish
We danced to the sounds of the divine Lyre
We have insulted our lineage
Thrilled through like a being insane
We have, to favor our image
Portrayed weakness for the cosmic plane
Restore the freedom to which man is prone,
The dragon stood before the one clothed with the sun
Ready to devour her child as it was born!
Unfathomed darkness for hostile souls
I defeated the plot that disgraced the night
And never I weep but rather I exult
For I have all these illusions destroyed in all their forms
- Two torches up high, which in all things ignite
Mine eyes, my wicked eyes, the thought-less Light!
- Those scorching fires that no light can outshine
Mine eyes, my wicked eyes, the thought-less Light
Admirable of gods by far
Hollow creatures that we are!
To entertain a vile despotic host
O night... O lawless fugitive!
Whose glance forced me again to shrive
We, gave up the strife, withdrew without a fight
Bowed in the thrall of illusions
We praised and flattered all that should perish
To drown deeper our vertigo entire
We've eaten without appetite,
Enthusing drunk with bloody rites.
We, gave up the strife, withdrew without a fight
Bowed in the thrall of illusions
To charm and our delirium to nourish
We danced to the sounds of the divine Lyre
We have insulted our lineage
Thrilled through like a being insane
We have, to favor our image
Portrayed weakness for the cosmic plane
Restore the freedom to which man is prone,
The dragon stood before the one clothed with the sun
Ready to devour her child as it was born!
Unfathomed darkness for hostile souls
I defeated the plot that disgraced the night
And never I weep but rather I exult
For I have all these illusions destroyed in all their forms
- Two torches up high, which in all things ignite
Mine eyes, my wicked eyes, the thought-less Light!
- Those scorching fires that no light can outshine
Mine eyes, my wicked eyes, the thought-less Light
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