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spectral lore - the veiled garden كلمات الأغنية

o dream, a painter you are, vivid and exquisite
winged and unchained, you lead me into worlds of lightness and magnitude

but the soil i set my foot on, is the sole i can feel
and so you return me, dazzled and bewitched, each time to it
cold and hard it has turned, unattended

where is my will?
where is my persistance?
in my dreamland i am strong and unbending
soaring the skies, defeating tyrants, facing the sun

the soil hides roots that go deep into the earth
with toil thеy are kindled, unveiling fruit hiddеn within
slowly i must tender them

each fruit is also a dream
of texture harsh, of weight considerable
if opened, it reveals a world of its own
unique and unimaginable

but, things of matter are harsh for my hands
they bleed from the th_rns of struggle and neccesity
their painful embrace triggers rememberance
of scornful past and accursed future
a burning ache in the chest, in the eyes
the grotesque dance of vermin under the skin
and the fog starts to set back in again

i awake within the forest. it is unusually solemn and contemplative
almost sensuous in its near silence of faint gust and rustling
a drifting presence is felt near the bounds of my senses

through the silver pathways of the forest i hunt for it
i cannot reach but its mirage, which gracefully flees

a trail with blood on its side appears
it leads to a deer which had its throat cut open
then to a woman, severed in the same manner
not with terror, but in inexplicable awe i move on

the red path ends in a garden surrounded by shadows
an altar lies inside, besides it, a dark figure
it holds two severed heads, each one the source of a crimson river
it turns over to me

the memory brutally unveils the curtain of “i”
i look, eye to eye, to the concealed truth of ages past
it commands me, pointing into the white stone
the urge to submit is abominable
i look away and run towards the sun
in hope it is real and not part of a scenery that’s falling apart
with every last ounce of strength, i throw myself towards the scorching heat
defiant fire of judgement, for now and forever, measure my spirit!

- spectral lore

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