lirik lagu belamor (the flower of eternal pain) – eclipse
somewhere between the eternal abyss
and the never ending heaven
between the wood smelling of needles
and the valley of oblivion
there is a place
meadow colourfully covered with flowers
flowers bathed in the morning dew
i can hear… they whisper among themselves
i can feel… they hunt… cruel hunt
who is the game?!?
the shiver of delight pierces my heart
the spectre of fear tears my soul
i can see the beauty of some buds
they are full of amazing colours
so beautiful that each look causes pain
but i’m still looking
and cry bl–dy tears
i come closer and pick it
burning heat inside of it – it’s venom
and blood on hands
i picked the flower of oblivion
i picked the flower of non-existence