Averoas Songtext
von Terzij de Horde

Dragging feet on paths uncarved
I am the beacon of fault
Sinews and raven′s cloak
You mock me? Ah, ye would.

Omnipresent preaching of precepts,
Good spells, godspeed you, fallen ones.

A sole symbol this corpse
A race conscious enough
To know it is vile,
Intelligent enough to know
It is insignificant.

These are the bitterest of mockeries:
Pain is not an evil;
Death is not a separation;
Sickness is but a blessing in disguise.


Weary and weak
I make my way home
Collapsing under entropy
This specter of universal death
Sits among the guests at every feast
It lies in bed with all the lovers.

Weary and weak
I make my way home
Omnipresent preaching of precepts,
Good spells, godspeed you, fallen ones.

I have wandered to find him.
Stared at abysses before which thought
Must be silent for fear of going mad
Must be silent for fear of becoming naught
What is this shame in ignorance? Is it not a duty?
Am I searching for the second coming, the adjacent advent?
Or am I clutching at this imposed immortality?
This taste of death I yearn for,
I tarry behind, what is that to thee?
I tarry behind