The Triangle Lyrics
-sonnetCare-chamber sleeps, sonne of the sable night, brother to death, in silent darkness borne:Relieue my languish, and restore the light, with dark forgetting of my cares returne.And let the day be time enough to morne, the shipwrack of my illaduented youth:Let waking eyes suffice to wayle theyr scorne, without the torment of the night untruth.Cease, dreams, th'ymagery of our dayes desires, to modell foorth the passions of the morrow:Never let rising sunne approve you lyers, to adde more griefe to aggravat my sorrow.Still let me sleepe, imbracing clowdes in vaine, and never wake, to feele the days disdayne.-throneThe purple of the moonlight thronedesecrated with bloodabode the apostles in madnessThe might possessed hereticsonly the dark ritual is libirated…The ornament of moon's beautyIn it - my semen will give birthto the glory of the night
Christ Agony The Triangle
