Glamoury
Vanitas Vanitatum

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• 1. A Sombering (05:09)
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  ...and the night, beckoning
  
  O’, leaves will fall in another life
  The busts of porcelain, how they cry
  The snow, it woes for me
  The hymns of misery...
  
  O’, the rose at my feet
  Petals felled, smell so sweet
  ...and the glass, where fingers sleep
  May you go where shadows weep...
  
  O’, the rose at my feet
  Petals fell, blackened sea
  ...and the scythe, a reckoning
  O’, the night, of sombering
  
  Each cloven hoof, rings out tonight
  As phantoms dance by candlelight
  The garland hangs by fire’s side
  ...and you've gone to the other-side
  
  O’, the rose at my feet
  Petals felled, smell so sweet
  ...and the glass, where fingers sleep
  May you go where shadows weep...
  
  O’, the rose at my feet
  Petals fell, blackened sea
  ...and the scythe, a reckoning
  O’, the night, of sombering
• 2. The Herald (05:32)
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  First breath, so cold
  The ice on marble sleeps
  With tears give drink to garden
  A woman's miseries
  
  O’, not for me to say
  Not for pain, nor worth
  Giving of thyself is flesh
  Not tender word
  
  Sing!
  Angels sing!
  
  We all fear “The Herald” calling
  The bleeding berries burst
  O’, all that I could gather
  Could only strike a nerve
  
  O’, not for me to love
  Thus, never to adore
  This wolf, this lamb-like martyr
  Banging at my door
  
  Sing!
  Angels sing!
  
  Neath the holly
  Doth death ride!
  
  Sing!
  Angels sing!
  Sing!
  Angels sing!
  Sing!
  Angels sing!
  Sing!
  Angels sing!
• 3. Pricking Rose (05:35)
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  ...and now, the pricking starts
  Beneath thy garden throws
  A sickle, prune thy tips
  I feel the pricking rose...
  
  ...and all the petals fold
  This bitter heart, grows cold
  These secrets left untold
  A breath of frost, so old...
  
  Hath heartache come again?
  Neath cherry, stained thy skin
  The drool from angels drips, drips
  Drips to the pricking rose...
  
  ...and all the petals fold
  This bitter heart, grows cold
  These secrets left untold
  A breath of frost, so old...
• 4. Höllenhund (06:18)
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  ...and in my death, you want nothing
  O’, no, your heart never meant a thing
  Suddenly, another fling
  ...and, no, I cannot take another sting
  
  How do you laugh? How can you sing?
  Before the Lord, lie about these things?
  A kiss of death...some smothering
  As wicked as your mother's taken name
  
  In winter's harness, all you undress...silently
  In throws of darkness, I've to digest your misery
  In winter's harness, O’, the heartless, “Domini”
  How can I possess, soiled, boundless ceremony?
  
  How you love...what you bring...
  When it's done, it forgets everything
  It spills the wine, licks the vines
  Scratching at the scabs of the divine
  
  ...and to the grave, I take this pain
  O’, I can only feign you’ll do the same
  For the day will come, when the vultures prey
  ...and the hounds of hell drag us all away
  
  In winter's harness, all you undress...silently
  In throws of darkness, I've to digest your misery
  In winter's harness, O’, the heartless, “Domini”
  How can I possess, soiled, boundless ceremony?
• 5. Glory Rag (05:40)
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  The thorn that pricks the hands
  A whisper's fright, bled, in the black of night
  ...a serpent's bite
  O’, let the angels try to save your life...
  
  It's crawling...O’, gloria, la, da, da, da, da,
  She's calling...O’, gloria, la, da, da, da, da
  
  O’, glory
  O’, gloria, la, da, da, da, da
  For glory
  O’, gloria, la, da, da, da, da
  
  I want to see you die...
  The butterflies on the whites of eyes
  Beneath the earth and sky
  Only the roots to hear your cries
  
  It's calling...O’, gloria, la, da, da, da, da
  She's crawling...O’, gloria, la, da, da, da, da
  
  The thorn that pricks the hands
  A whisper's fright, bled, in the black of night
  ...a serpent's bite
  O’, let them try to save your life...
  
  “The Reaper” knows we're here...
  
  O’, glory
  O’, gloria, la, da, da, da, da
  For glory
  O’, gloria, la, da, da, da, da
• 6. Reaping Star (Interlude) (instrumental) (03:11)
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  instrumental
• 7. Mars (04:54)
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  O’, how the frost has come again...
  Down winter's spine, in brumation
  ...and the leaves have fallen on the throne of Pan
  ...and the nymphen cry for the fate man
  
  You want war? You're in luck
  Death's flower has been plucked
  ...and the stones have turned up
  ...and there's a whisper, “enough’s, enough.”
  
  Alea iacta est
  
  If you want war!
  
  O’, how the flesh comes to an end
  You can hear “Her” coming round the bend...
  ...and the flower’s gloom, incarceration!
  ...and fingernails on the statue's head...
  
  You want war? You're in luck
  Death's flower has been plucked
  ...and the stones have turned up
  ...and there's a whisper, “enough’s, enough.”
  
  Alea iacta est
  
  If you want war!
• 8. Janus (05:31)
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  Are you still...this cup of mine?
  Frothing wine...of the divines
  O’, you are a star above
  Love is still...and will I love?
  
  Hold thy mirror, now's the hour
  O’, thy heart be drugged in flood
  Sensual, a dogwood flower
  Drowning in thy selfish blood
  
  Is thy scorn, on parade?
  Jovial, as the day
  Juniper, your serenade...
  For my heart, comes dismayed
  
  Hold thy mirror, now's the hour
  O’, thy heart be drugged in flood
  Sensual, a dogwood flower
  Drowning in thy selfish blood
  
  ...and alas, if I could say that it was anything at all
  That these dreams have but vanished into the air
  O’, Could it be? O’, could it be?
  O’, Janus...it's love
  
  Hold thy mirror, now's the hour
  O’, thy heart be drugged in flood
  Sensual, a dogwood flower
  Drowning in thy selfish blood
  
  (Now's the hour)
  (Another year...it's been a year.)
• 9. Green (05:20)
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  Mm, filigree, and lace upon thy heart
  Hearth and ash
  Each wetted cobblestone, a slither, hath
  Serpents, black...
  
  O’, dear, once more
  A knock-on-door...
  A green is coming...embers fall
  Toll, does it toll, well...let it toll once more...
  
  Alone I kiss, fallen light
  On this dark night
  Alone like this...breath on ice
  Cold on starlight
  
  O’, come, ye, vanity of vanities
  Beauty, blight
  To feast upon the woes of elegance
  Eyes of white
  
  O’, dear, once more
  A knock-on-door...
  A green is coming...embers fall
  Toll, does it toll, well...let it toll once more...
  
  Alone I kiss, fallen light
  On this dark night
  Alone like this...breath on ice
  Cold on starlight
• 10. Datura Purr (04:02)
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  Behold, an angel, slew
  His brass, all smearing rouge
  A serpent crawling through
  Each petal plucked by you...
  
  O’, flower of the night
  Angel of the frozen light
  
  O’, how I fell with you
  In noxious powder plumes
  Barbed wire, stuck like glue
  In those forbidden roots...
  
  O’, flower of the night
  Angel of the frozen light
• 11. Angel's Envy (04:20)
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  A hoof on cobblestone
  It's underneath, the light is waning
  In every nerve and bone
  You've severed off, this cold-light, snow...
  
  Hello, a flower cold as ice
  The dawn has come and gone
  In darkness, comes a siren's bite
  A rose as black as blood
  
  How could you sell your soul?
  Lipstick that smears the angels gold
  Who's evangelical?
  It's just my star that Jesus stole...
  
  Hello, a flower cold as ice
  The dawn has come and gone
  In darkness, comes a siren's bite
  A rose as black as blood
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