| Song | Melpomene |
| Artist | Elend |
| Album | The Umbersun |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Melpomene | |
| Première Leçon | |
| I looked into the eyes of the Basilisk. | |
| Beside the shores | |
| Of silver streaming sadness to be, | |
| She came to me disguised as Melpomene. | |
| Like asphodels winding through the chasms of Heaven, | |
| We were passing along the waves of the ocean | |
| And slowly reaching the gates of the Sun. | |
| The beams of the night preceding me... | |
| The streams of light preluding you... | |
| The walls were weeping blood | |
| But feverish was our waiting, Love. | |
| You once cherished our embrace | |
| That day the horizon was weeping nights. | |
| The instants of time were running low | |
| And every shape set like bronze | |
| Reminded me of your name. | |
| The shore landscaping your face... | |
| The sea piercing through your eyes... | |
| A sea died with the salt of our tears. | |
| As the scale of a pearl preventing her from being an eye for the Sun, | |
| I am but death and stain within you. | |
| As the foaming quiver of life soiling the surface of ennui, | |
| You are the dream in me. | |
| Surround me with colours I am longing to see | |
| And shadow that light upon me. | |
| Sear me in a sea of snakes. |
| Melpomene | |
| Premie re Le on | |
| I looked into the eyes of the Basilisk. | |
| Beside the shores | |
| Of silver streaming sadness to be, | |
| She came to me disguised as Melpomene. | |
| Like asphodels winding through the chasms of Heaven, | |
| We were passing along the waves of the ocean | |
| And slowly reaching the gates of the Sun. | |
| The beams of the night preceding me... | |
| The streams of light preluding you... | |
| The walls were weeping blood | |
| But feverish was our waiting, Love. | |
| You once cherished our embrace | |
| That day the horizon was weeping nights. | |
| The instants of time were running low | |
| And every shape set like bronze | |
| Reminded me of your name. | |
| The shore landscaping your face... | |
| The sea piercing through your eyes... | |
| A sea died with the salt of our tears. | |
| As the scale of a pearl preventing her from being an eye for the Sun, | |
| I am but death and stain within you. | |
| As the foaming quiver of life soiling the surface of ennui, | |
| You are the dream in me. | |
| Surround me with colours I am longing to see | |
| And shadow that light upon me. | |
| Sear me in a sea of snakes. |
| Melpomene | |
| Premiè re Le on | |
| I looked into the eyes of the Basilisk. | |
| Beside the shores | |
| Of silver streaming sadness to be, | |
| She came to me disguised as Melpomene. | |
| Like asphodels winding through the chasms of Heaven, | |
| We were passing along the waves of the ocean | |
| And slowly reaching the gates of the Sun. | |
| The beams of the night preceding me... | |
| The streams of light preluding you... | |
| The walls were weeping blood | |
| But feverish was our waiting, Love. | |
| You once cherished our embrace | |
| That day the horizon was weeping nights. | |
| The instants of time were running low | |
| And every shape set like bronze | |
| Reminded me of your name. | |
| The shore landscaping your face... | |
| The sea piercing through your eyes... | |
| A sea died with the salt of our tears. | |
| As the scale of a pearl preventing her from being an eye for the Sun, | |
| I am but death and stain within you. | |
| As the foaming quiver of life soiling the surface of ennui, | |
| You are the dream in me. | |
| Surround me with colours I am longing to see | |
| And shadow that light upon me. | |
| Sear me in a sea of snakes. |