Wading Through Sensuous Journeys Lyrics

Bishop Of Hexen - Wading Through Sensuous Journeys Lyrics

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Wading Through Sensuous Journeys Lyrics

Deep,  in the midst of a frozen forest

Winds enhance the nights exquisite colour

On a wooden throne of thousands of carved nightmares

Sits an obscure grim figure, yet with a salient paleness

"Was your task fruitful", a dry voice inquires,

"Have you created what was agreed upon"?

"Yes we have, oh dark master, to the unholy

Heritage he is, now, drawn".

"Leave me at once-begone-fetch him,

For a new era shall be born"

Come walk towards our alluring trinity-

Free your bewildered senses & memories

Entangle with our bodies, grasp our quivering breasts-

Taste & indulge on our salty, wet flesh.

Our liquid of desire turns your dry lips moist-

Melt in our seduction, forget your painful loss

Merge with our beings, as you're wrapped in treachery

Our beguiling quilt of wrath wiles your fragile will to live

Take a step into our hellish blaze-

Let this bewitching serum-poison your veins

Now, follow our malice to your new destination

Purge yourself to this renewal of creation

"This weather of tantalized intentions-

Will fertile our malicious plots & schemes

Hark, witches of emotional-decay,

Harbor our chosen one-in my domain"

Dead frozen boughs-break in pain

As these four strange-images walk through the forest plains

Through the trees, and through the sinuous paths

Strolls this company-the odour of evil left behind

Sensuality pours like a fresh mountain-spring

Evil's voluptuousness fills the forest's hollow seeds

Observe the powerful magic which thrives between the leaves

Kneel and may you turn to be the new symbol of our breed

"You are the chosen one from all mankind-

To be my messanger, to be my right-hand

You shall be my mouth to speak-

Which I haven't dared for thousands of years"

I am but a poor lonely shade

Raped, deprived, stripped of everything I've-ever made

Anointed to bring upon man, plant or breast-

This new tide to be released

This is my destiny

We'll ride the twilight-shores of mysteries

An aura weaved from the ethics of our mythology

Weary, foamy, waves crash in harmony

Silent signs before the grand-storming

These ancient spheres-me, they will cleanse

For the final test

To overcome the final obstacle-

To bring this world to rest...