Of Dust and Desire Lyrics


As the winter lays dying

I whisper the words

The sand's hourglass

Will be overturned

And life as we know it will

Pass like the day and all

That was bright will

Now turn to gray

I can show you fear in

A handful of dust

The cinders of time

Stoke the fires of lust

The allure of fire

My only desire

Its glow engulfs my soul

The ashes rich in the

Undoing of passion

Nursing the unearthly seed

The line that was sewn

Between the young and the old

Falls prey to the god that feeds

Torment suffering

A prowl in the darkest gray

Mesmerized by the vile witchcraft

Its night tricks the eye

With the illusion of day

Suppress and mourning

Beware the supple dawn

Engrossed in the rape of delight

Its the dungeon that snares

Our thought

A glimpse of Hades

Ethereal blood has dried

Avouch the meaning of pleasure

The spattered feast defied

Ponder the hell as to dream

It hangs in the balance of life

Poised to cut through ambiguity

Pull the wool over death's eyes

Fateful is the deceiving wind

A fury of dust and desire for bath

Cleanse the despair over sin

Muffle the cries and the dark howling laugh

Conjure a scent with sweet caress

Instead of a burning fear incensed

Ravenous hatred swallows surmise

Devoid of mirth-no kingdom shall rise

The water clock has

Strangled the morn

It bores from within

Its beating pulse will adorn

The love of this god

Weeps-an essence long-lived

It breeds a raging heat

Pent up in the skin

The glass orb casts

A glance upon their graves

A dire end to those

Who wish to be saved

An incubus spread

Where maidens do lie

Foul cruelty

A faint mortal cry

The depth of my sanity

Walks in step

With my evil state-A cloaked serpent?

A need for steep primacy

Lies in the hands

Of the sun and the moon

And the earth's fatal grab

Sadistic by nature

Terror in tongue

A (rabid) display of ancient evils-Out of blue tides are wrung

Bow to the sands

The valley of life

Meter derived

From the blade of the blackest knight

Founded in conquer

Bound to the scythe

The soil's weak race

Are seated before the emerald sky

Lone Ghost pit to roam

Loosely unrefined

Apparition in fate

I behold-the hooded one in his prime...