| Song | Mythistory |
| Artist | Sabbat |
| Album | Dreamweaver |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Jones, Sneap, Walkyier | |
| I'm standing at the | |
| crossroads of my life - | |
| nothing to lose. | |
| Each path leads to oblivion, | |
| whichever one I choose. | |
| Rising from the ashes of my plight | |
| I traverse filaments of light, | |
| that permeate my ethereal form - | |
| on omnipotent threads I'm born. | |
| Unto a place where I can find | |
| a balm to ease my troubled mind, | |
| that I may glimpse things | |
| yet unseen, | |
| a world not grey - | |
| but evergreen... | |
| And can you blame me - | |
| is it such a crime, | |
| to crave for one small piece | |
| of heaven that I can call mine? | |
| For years I have waded | |
| through bland mediocrity, | |
| watched my hopes sink | |
| in a mire of negation. | |
| Yet why pay the cost for a | |
| paradise lost when here is | |
| an Eden of natures creation? | |
| Sisters of servitude- | |
| fearful and fair, | |
| Who herald good fortune | |
| and mete out despair. | |
| Take pity upon me and | |
| give back my soul, | |
| so that I who am 'empty' | |
| may once more be 'whole'. | |
| SPIRIT VOICES: | |
| "Mortal be silent - | |
| take heed as we speak, | |
| not lightly will we return | |
| that which you seek. | |
| True wisdom walks hand in | |
| hand with adversity, | |
| knowledge exists on the | |
| brink of uncertainty." | |
| The moment that I saw her face | |
| my lust I could not hide. | |
| She knew me as no other - | |
| viewed me through a lovers eyes. | |
| A vision of sensual delight | |
| pervades my senses - | |
| and ignites new feeling | |
| that I can't define, | |
| desire for this succubus sublime. | |
| Sister, mother, virgin, whore - | |
| she is all these and yet still more | |
| that I could hope to understand, | |
| she takes my heart - | |
| I take her hand ... | |
| And can you blame me - | |
| is it such a crime, | |
| to crave for one small piece | |
| of heaven that I can call mine? | |
| All my life I have yearned - | |
| how my spirit has burned, | |
| to taste the fruits | |
| that my tonsure forbade. | |
| Yet here was a beauty so pure | |
| she could truly outshine any | |
| star that the Lord God has made. | |
| Sisters of servitude- | |
| fearful and fair, | |
| Who herald good fortune | |
| and mete out despair. | |
| Take pity upon me and | |
| give back my soul, | |
| so that I who am 'empty' | |
| may once more be 'whole'. | |
| THE FAIREST OF THEM ALL: | |
| "Brand look no further - | |
| for that which was lost can | |
| be found in me if your | |
| distrust becomes troth. | |
| I will bestow you with | |
| riches untold, | |
| for I am your 'harvest-home' - | |
| I am your soul. | |
| Come walk with me through | |
| the vale of eternity, | |
| for you must know ere you go - | |
| I go with thee. | |
| Corn is the gold that | |
| will shine in the Summertime, | |
| leaves are the emeralds | |
| you find in the Spring. | |
| At Autumn they turn and | |
| as copper they burn, | |
| then fall like the diamonds | |
| that bleak Winter brings. | |
| >From the beginning when hour - | |
| frost and flame collided - | |
| the birth of the world | |
| to proclaim, | |
| your lives have been guided - | |
| decided by fate, | |
| unaltered by chamges that | |
| you try to make. | |
| The world nkeeps on turning - | |
| men still live and die, | |
| though many have questions | |
| so few even try, | |
| searchfor the answers | |
| that you have found here - | |
| unaware of the threads in | |
| the web that is wyrd." | |
| Drowning in the waves which carry me | |
| 'cross oceans of tranquility, | |
| lulled by the eddies of my mind - | |
| washed up like flotsam on the | |
| tides of time. | |
| I've no desire to return | |
| from whence I came I came | |
| now I have learned, | |
| within us all resides | |
| a dream of days not grey - | |
| but evergreen... | |
| And can you blame me - | |
| is it such a crime, | |
| to crave for one small piece | |
| of Heaven that I can call mine? | |
| For years I have waded | |
| through bland mediocrity, | |
| watched my hopes sink | |
| in a mire of negation. | |
| Yet why pay the cost for a | |
| paradise lost when here is | |
| an Eden of natures creation? | |
| - * - | |
| All that is left of those | |
| times are my memories, | |
| days long since past into | |
| realms of antiquity. | |
| Tales round the fireside | |
| from old men who reminisce, | |
| speak of lost youth and | |
| the age of 'Mythistory'. | |
| Many a cold Winters night | |
| she has come to me - | |
| easing my sorrows and | |
| soothing my fears, | |
| in the dreams of this old man | |
| a soft voice still comforts me, | |
| made young once more by | |
| the words that I hear. | |
| "Come walk with me through | |
| the vale of eternity, | |
| for you must know ere you go | |
| I go with thee ... | |
| I go with thee." |
| zuo qu : Jones, Sneap, Walkyier | |
| I' m standing at the | |
| crossroads of my life | |
| nothing to lose. | |
| Each path leads to oblivion, | |
| whichever one I choose. | |
| Rising from the ashes of my plight | |
| I traverse filaments of light, | |
| that permeate my ethereal form | |
| on omnipotent threads I' m born. | |
| Unto a place where I can find | |
| a balm to ease my troubled mind, | |
| that I may glimpse things | |
| yet unseen, | |
| a world not grey | |
| but evergreen... | |
| And can you blame me | |
| is it such a crime, | |
| to crave for one small piece | |
| of heaven that I can call mine? | |
| For years I have waded | |
| through bland mediocrity, | |
| watched my hopes sink | |
| in a mire of negation. | |
| Yet why pay the cost for a | |
| paradise lost when here is | |
| an Eden of natures creation? | |
| Sisters of servitude | |
| fearful and fair, | |
| Who herald good fortune | |
| and mete out despair. | |
| Take pity upon me and | |
| give back my soul, | |
| so that I who am ' empty' | |
| may once more be ' whole'. | |
| SPIRIT VOICES: | |
| " Mortal be silent | |
| take heed as we speak, | |
| not lightly will we return | |
| that which you seek. | |
| True wisdom walks hand in | |
| hand with adversity, | |
| knowledge exists on the | |
| brink of uncertainty." | |
| The moment that I saw her face | |
| my lust I could not hide. | |
| She knew me as no other | |
| viewed me through a lovers eyes. | |
| A vision of sensual delight | |
| pervades my senses | |
| and ignites new feeling | |
| that I can' t define, | |
| desire for this succubus sublime. | |
| Sister, mother, virgin, whore | |
| she is all these and yet still more | |
| that I could hope to understand, | |
| she takes my heart | |
| I take her hand ... | |
| And can you blame me | |
| is it such a crime, | |
| to crave for one small piece | |
| of heaven that I can call mine? | |
| All my life I have yearned | |
| how my spirit has burned, | |
| to taste the fruits | |
| that my tonsure forbade. | |
| Yet here was a beauty so pure | |
| she could truly outshine any | |
| star that the Lord God has made. | |
| Sisters of servitude | |
| fearful and fair, | |
| Who herald good fortune | |
| and mete out despair. | |
| Take pity upon me and | |
| give back my soul, | |
| so that I who am ' empty' | |
| may once more be ' whole'. | |
| THE FAIREST OF THEM ALL: | |
| " Brand look no further | |
| for that which was lost can | |
| be found in me if your | |
| distrust becomes troth. | |
| I will bestow you with | |
| riches untold, | |
| for I am your ' harvesthome' | |
| I am your soul. | |
| Come walk with me through | |
| the vale of eternity, | |
| for you must know ere you go | |
| I go with thee. | |
| Corn is the gold that | |
| will shine in the Summertime, | |
| leaves are the emeralds | |
| you find in the Spring. | |
| At Autumn they turn and | |
| as copper they burn, | |
| then fall like the diamonds | |
| that bleak Winter brings. | |
| From the beginning when hour | |
| frost and flame collided | |
| the birth of the world | |
| to proclaim, | |
| your lives have been guided | |
| decided by fate, | |
| unaltered by chamges that | |
| you try to make. | |
| The world nkeeps on turning | |
| men still live and die, | |
| though many have questions | |
| so few even try, | |
| searchfor the answers | |
| that you have found here | |
| unaware of the threads in | |
| the web that is wyrd." | |
| Drowning in the waves which carry me | |
| ' cross oceans of tranquility, | |
| lulled by the eddies of my mind | |
| washed up like flotsam on the | |
| tides of time. | |
| I' ve no desire to return | |
| from whence I came I came | |
| now I have learned, | |
| within us all resides | |
| a dream of days not grey | |
| but evergreen... | |
| And can you blame me | |
| is it such a crime, | |
| to crave for one small piece | |
| of Heaven that I can call mine? | |
| For years I have waded | |
| through bland mediocrity, | |
| watched my hopes sink | |
| in a mire of negation. | |
| Yet why pay the cost for a | |
| paradise lost when here is | |
| an Eden of natures creation? | |
| All that is left of those | |
| times are my memories, | |
| days long since past into | |
| realms of antiquity. | |
| Tales round the fireside | |
| from old men who reminisce, | |
| speak of lost youth and | |
| the age of ' Mythistory'. | |
| Many a cold Winters night | |
| she has come to me | |
| easing my sorrows and | |
| soothing my fears, | |
| in the dreams of this old man | |
| a soft voice still comforts me, | |
| made young once more by | |
| the words that I hear. | |
| " Come walk with me through | |
| the vale of eternity, | |
| for you must know ere you go | |
| I go with thee ... | |
| I go with thee." |
| zuò qǔ : Jones, Sneap, Walkyier | |
| I' m standing at the | |
| crossroads of my life | |
| nothing to lose. | |
| Each path leads to oblivion, | |
| whichever one I choose. | |
| Rising from the ashes of my plight | |
| I traverse filaments of light, | |
| that permeate my ethereal form | |
| on omnipotent threads I' m born. | |
| Unto a place where I can find | |
| a balm to ease my troubled mind, | |
| that I may glimpse things | |
| yet unseen, | |
| a world not grey | |
| but evergreen... | |
| And can you blame me | |
| is it such a crime, | |
| to crave for one small piece | |
| of heaven that I can call mine? | |
| For years I have waded | |
| through bland mediocrity, | |
| watched my hopes sink | |
| in a mire of negation. | |
| Yet why pay the cost for a | |
| paradise lost when here is | |
| an Eden of natures creation? | |
| Sisters of servitude | |
| fearful and fair, | |
| Who herald good fortune | |
| and mete out despair. | |
| Take pity upon me and | |
| give back my soul, | |
| so that I who am ' empty' | |
| may once more be ' whole'. | |
| SPIRIT VOICES: | |
| " Mortal be silent | |
| take heed as we speak, | |
| not lightly will we return | |
| that which you seek. | |
| True wisdom walks hand in | |
| hand with adversity, | |
| knowledge exists on the | |
| brink of uncertainty." | |
| The moment that I saw her face | |
| my lust I could not hide. | |
| She knew me as no other | |
| viewed me through a lovers eyes. | |
| A vision of sensual delight | |
| pervades my senses | |
| and ignites new feeling | |
| that I can' t define, | |
| desire for this succubus sublime. | |
| Sister, mother, virgin, whore | |
| she is all these and yet still more | |
| that I could hope to understand, | |
| she takes my heart | |
| I take her hand ... | |
| And can you blame me | |
| is it such a crime, | |
| to crave for one small piece | |
| of heaven that I can call mine? | |
| All my life I have yearned | |
| how my spirit has burned, | |
| to taste the fruits | |
| that my tonsure forbade. | |
| Yet here was a beauty so pure | |
| she could truly outshine any | |
| star that the Lord God has made. | |
| Sisters of servitude | |
| fearful and fair, | |
| Who herald good fortune | |
| and mete out despair. | |
| Take pity upon me and | |
| give back my soul, | |
| so that I who am ' empty' | |
| may once more be ' whole'. | |
| THE FAIREST OF THEM ALL: | |
| " Brand look no further | |
| for that which was lost can | |
| be found in me if your | |
| distrust becomes troth. | |
| I will bestow you with | |
| riches untold, | |
| for I am your ' harvesthome' | |
| I am your soul. | |
| Come walk with me through | |
| the vale of eternity, | |
| for you must know ere you go | |
| I go with thee. | |
| Corn is the gold that | |
| will shine in the Summertime, | |
| leaves are the emeralds | |
| you find in the Spring. | |
| At Autumn they turn and | |
| as copper they burn, | |
| then fall like the diamonds | |
| that bleak Winter brings. | |
| From the beginning when hour | |
| frost and flame collided | |
| the birth of the world | |
| to proclaim, | |
| your lives have been guided | |
| decided by fate, | |
| unaltered by chamges that | |
| you try to make. | |
| The world nkeeps on turning | |
| men still live and die, | |
| though many have questions | |
| so few even try, | |
| searchfor the answers | |
| that you have found here | |
| unaware of the threads in | |
| the web that is wyrd." | |
| Drowning in the waves which carry me | |
| ' cross oceans of tranquility, | |
| lulled by the eddies of my mind | |
| washed up like flotsam on the | |
| tides of time. | |
| I' ve no desire to return | |
| from whence I came I came | |
| now I have learned, | |
| within us all resides | |
| a dream of days not grey | |
| but evergreen... | |
| And can you blame me | |
| is it such a crime, | |
| to crave for one small piece | |
| of Heaven that I can call mine? | |
| For years I have waded | |
| through bland mediocrity, | |
| watched my hopes sink | |
| in a mire of negation. | |
| Yet why pay the cost for a | |
| paradise lost when here is | |
| an Eden of natures creation? | |
| All that is left of those | |
| times are my memories, | |
| days long since past into | |
| realms of antiquity. | |
| Tales round the fireside | |
| from old men who reminisce, | |
| speak of lost youth and | |
| the age of ' Mythistory'. | |
| Many a cold Winters night | |
| she has come to me | |
| easing my sorrows and | |
| soothing my fears, | |
| in the dreams of this old man | |
| a soft voice still comforts me, | |
| made young once more by | |
| the words that I hear. | |
| " Come walk with me through | |
| the vale of eternity, | |
| for you must know ere you go | |
| I go with thee ... | |
| I go with thee." |