Ethereal Pandemonium - Naiadian lyrics

The vulturous to shape the contours of the earth A foaming armful therefore washing through the carst Wonder if you could fill the hole that gapes in me And flatten thorns that grew... A strange routine to lay, yells to the rushing steams Yeaning to pare all my rims My self-control bequeath, leave the sense behind Wrapped in my veil of untime... I wish you were carver And stroke the only tool Eternity to shape the cyclone keen... And all the tiring labour The vanity of fool To try and to unveil the libertine... I've learned to understand the whispers of her mouth Could stand the goose-flesh that her touch was giving me Was screaming naked reaching out when pa**ing rocks She flattened me from world... Whirling streams, my hair littered with the scenes Seething with my constancy Wherefore to love the chains, the black of the deep Adoring her dead-cold embrace A strange routine to lay, yells to the rushing steams Yearning to pare all my rims My self-control bequeath, leave the sense behind Wrapped in my veil of untime...