La Mort Blanche

from A Waltz for Apophenia by A Dream of Poe

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Praise the silence
And become…
Pray for our Eden,
The womb of resurrection.

Pray in silence
To become…
Let the fallen be forgiven,
And guide them to oblivion.

Strength is my star,
Silence my weapon
For our own final war

Raise the glasses,
Hold them high.
Mother Death
Is almost nigh.
You’re alone, just lost and cold:
A dirty secret to hold.

You’re alive when you look
Into the light.

One sip and
It´s done.
Our eyes will meet them
To take you to the Father Sun.

Pray in fear.
Men’s madness is clear.
All its demons, so dear,
Are for smaller souls to adhere.

Strength is my star,
Silence my weapon
For our own final war.

Will you tell me you’re alive?
When there’s nothing to hold?

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from A Waltz for Apophenia, released December 5, 2016

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