Aura Noir lyrics
Album: Dreams Like Deserts 
Merry, you may be.|
For I am the flesh in your tounge.
Create to yourself, images of these
and expose to me, your skin -
whorish as ever.
They speak to me, your pores, your veins,
in a rush of melancholy.
In a stream of misantrophy.
Remove the carpet, so I may be
united with the shades of these.
still I will see - presence, visuality.
I grant you
my pale hands,
still I will feel - shape, contoures.
In me you wont find any pity,
as the dog that howls for the light in my eyes -
the stench or your nakedness, no smell for a mourner like me.
So, please leave.
In here you wonĄt find any pity.
Tour kisses were as hell itself.
Be silent, for I am the flesh in your tounge.
Only I can wear
vast costumes of time, and still be
"So, hereby I rape thee."
|Forlorn Blessings To The Dreamking|
Oh, how I faint when I call upon your|
aid. Feeling the loss of burden and
hearing cries from flowers raped.
When you alone set kingdom on fire,
I admire the beauty of love lost and
As your slave.
How can I ride upon hillsides
when the beasts that beares me is at war with
the sight of me?
Shall I tend to your desire?
- Let him feed on the sluts that spat on me...
My eyes and my heart is at war with
Let me, and I shall carry you and throw you
into waters that kept me and mine
Share the joy with me, fiery one.
My art given you life.
My tones makes you weep and moan.
- "Listen, the corpse blesses forlorn."
|Dreams, Like Deserts|
Leave me with my tragedies,|
those who stick to me like wet leaves
in the (dry) sunlight.
My face is frozen, byt my eyes
still see, for I am in your dreams and fantasies
Leave me with my misery,
the one who cover me with glory
and enter me like a slave in the dry sunlight.
That light that burned my face
to what you can see,
...it sculptured me...
For I am your dreams and fantasies.
Dreams, like deserts.
Dreams, like stone.
Dreams from flesh to bone.
Dreams, like deserts.
Dreams that moan,
for I am in your twilight-zone.
Leave me with my destiny,
the one who lick my scars.
The one who grants its flesh to me, and to my
My soul is frozen, my flesh is weak, for I am dreams
(Phrase by T. Warrior Ą85.)
Sweet scent coloured these,|
the realm of sweet snakes that
If everlasting burdens should enter
such, as the everlasting torment of
Sweet rape, honour these:
The souls of sweet snakes that
If glorious destruction would embalm
such, as the moments carresed by enlightened
"Even the earth canĄt grant us a common
A parade of ghosts brought these|
innocent feelings to where innocent itself
was brought to.
To view the rush of female tempests.
My Sculptured face
turns and twists by the sound of my own
Awoken by the sight?
Ha! False lies have taken place in me...
(Words of lust heard from vast buildings).
That is the mirage you longed for.
So, amuse me.
Amuse me with the bitter glance in your eyes.
As I forsake you
with my forlorn beauty.
...and expose to you,
the garden of gods in my
The glance turns to a gleam.
A parade of thoughts encircle my
throne and whisper to me,
words of beauty.
And i caress these.
..and open wound in the palm of my hand...
The sky is no longer clear.
the mirage we longed for.