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 Paroles de The promise of feverIn the beginningRimmed with wind and storm
 A great black wrath of infinite math
 Spat snarling into form
 And there was Heaven
 Lit up with precious stones
 Each one could fall but for the rule
 Of Faith and love and stronger thrones
 
 And therein rose vast wonders
 Affections to be seen
 Fathered from the plundered
 Reflections of a dream
 
 Fogging into nightmare
 For him whose place was set
 With wayward stars that absent, marred
 All creation with their theft
 
 In the beginning
 Bewinged and ringed with dawn
 This favoured Avatar, enthralled
 Swansongs from those that thronged this shore
 With Gabriel and Michael
 He shone with fierce intent
 For loyalty, their joy to see
 Him spur the hymns to heaven (sent)
 
 For sculptured lips of seraphim
 Whom fate then cruelly rent
 (With sleight fingered strains of harmony)
 Each note to grim portent
 
 As grinning nimbus gathered
 Over spires arabesque
 For Him that blazed with holy praise
 That for a jealous God was meant
 
 Shining Feriluce
 Lustrous scourge of fallen spirits
 Basked in glory, flew
 To lakes in sacred altitudes
 
 Sweet haunting music swathed the breeze
 With curling tongues that lapped the lead
 As through thick mountain mist (with thoughts adrift)
 Until at last, past grasping trees
 
 He paused to draught forbidden streams
 That whispered siren promises
 To drown his thirst (for sports amiss)
 
 These waters held secrets
 Like raped Russian dolls
 Wherein evil and good
 Tore his soul for control
 
 And drunk with the verse of desire's first words
 The weight of the universe
 Slunk in rehearsed
 
 Horror in numbers too great to discern
 The rotting of worlds to the conqueror worm
 And love a rare orchid so fragile in bloom
 Espied gasping breath under dark sheeted moons
 
 Shining Feriluce
 Reflected in jaded mirror
 Climbing from the noose
 Of time in divine servitude
 
 And thus a strange new melody
 Of will and wanton fantasies
 Whetted by the veiled, seen
 Danced from his ashen lips
 In red dawn scores, the silver scream
 Of truth and her deleted scenes
 Was taken up as far, it seemed
 As God his words eclipsed
 
 (Those waters hid visions
 Like butchers in war
 Perverting the course
 Of life's blood evermore...)
 In the beginning
 Skinned well with gibbous tones
 Of countenance and ignorance
 In equal measures sewn
 A marbled arc of Angels
 Sworn to the morningstar
 Shared His pride and deep inside
 Felt Chill Shadows sweep their cards
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