Sad, blue scars from candle burns
Ashes of burnt out cigarrettes and insense
Upon my unswept, flooded floor (she's a whore)
Which grows upon me like her blood stains
Does all this thick, leather armor
That I wear upon my limbs and chest
Protect me from my pain and sorrow?
No, for my heart doth lie unprotected
And can my dark, brown hardened eyes
Hide the light blue ocean of tears?
It hides behind my anguished smile
Which wears itself upon my face
For now thine own eyes gaze upon
This pathetic mess that is my soul
And this, Thine spirit, deceived
Is for all time and all eternity
Smoke arises, from london chimnies
At night, at morn, at dusk
As does my clouded memory is vague
But vivid is, the unyielding pain
My loss may be my stregnth divine
But loss it is and loss it shall remain
And never willing, winning listening
Kills me, it kills me!
London Chimney's is a song about the loss of love, and life. It is a metaphoric staple of misery, much of how the rest of Thy Spirit Deceived expresses itself for many other songs. It has some real refferences to life which makes it very personal to myself. The loss expressed in this song is heartbreaking. The music for London Chimney's is rather up beat as compared with much of our other material off of this demo. It has a very powerful and melodic instramental section in the middle of the song which leads to an enormous emotional release at the end.
Bathe in the river of the night's lost voice
Ride the beautiful nightmare into the unexplained
The sky falls forever into the valley
And o'er the mountains so majestic
All is frozen upon the landscape
A silent death named winter prevails
Clouds so black bring snows so white
A virgin's death veil upon the ground
A new season begins
To end life here again
The blood shall freeze the ice will flow
As the Raven flies, o'er the snow
And the Raven flies o'er the iced earth
The frozen wind shall howl and roar
The Black angels stare down upon us
And the sun shall rise, nevermore
An ocean of white
The dead angels sigh
A lonliness cries
As death takes to flight
-Everything dies in the end-
My sorrowed wasteland on thee the snow did fall
Unhallowed wasteland, I hear your wolven call
The moon arises above the plains
The icy chill leaves no remains
Oh, unchanging landscape, can you hear my cries?
A yearning to be one with the wind as it dies
The wind whips and all turns to white
As the Raven's life doth end
The stars burn black and fall as ice
As the Long, Cold Winter, Descends
This song is about the changing of seasons from autumn into winter. The lyrics were originally to be used for black metal, so they are less emotional and more evil. But, they do represent my feelings at the time of its composition. The dark, evil, hateful ties between myself, and when everything dies in winter. The music for this song was originally conceived my Mark Lachar. Then he, Adam and myself got together to compose the final bit. It is the only song we've done in which the original concept was not my own. It is our most aggressive song as far as the riffs are concerned, and there are some excelent classical guitar solos by Adam Parness in this one.
Thorns long and dead, scrape my eys and blind me
My crimson flow, I taste the blood on my lips, and my tongue
I've sight no more, my pain grows but I know not what hurts me
Hear voices in my chambre, but I see not who is speaking
Thorns pierce my skin all over
Waiting until I die
So sharp are the thorns in my eyes
Still growing, without a single rose to ease my sorrow
My river flows to this spot below my throne of lead and iron
My eyes don't see but my heart still beats the life through my body
The drips from my chin into my cup of hurt and anguish
My mind shall imagine
An ocean of acid
To burn through the clouds of mist and disease
Final hour, no more bleeding
The thorns break off, I feel my heart
Slowing to a stop
My fingers frail, and worthless
Crack and decay
My blinded eyes, close, Forever
This is the first TSD song. I wrote it music and lyrics before any other song to be used here. This is because TSD was not even conceived yet at this point in our careers. The lyrics here give a nearly exact account of my reoccuring dreams. There is no metaphorical meaning here except for what the dreams may mean in such a manner. But I give no effort to uncover their meaning because that's what dreams are supposed to be-a mystery. To try to interpret would take away from the emotions of the song. The music here is dark and melodic. Heavy but slow paced, Thorns is still one of our best songs to date.
What anguish lies at the end
Of the path of a falling tear
What shade of red is present
The last color that I see
The leaves of Autumn wither
As the frozen words of winter descend
My soul departs the hunger
Which lies at the depths of blackness in my heart
Water becomes upon me harshly
And on the waves I float as a twig in the current
And as I crash upon your shore
My heart breaks and my life's blood is washed away
In rain I stand and stare
On puddles and mud upon the street
I wonder why this hurt is mine
Am I the victim to the sins of one, or the bearer to the sins of many?
My stone is dark, black clouds
My future bleak blizzard snow
My tears are gone, soaked into the earth
Their path has ended in vein
The vampire sinks her bloodlust fangs
Into the feelings that once were mine
My feelings no longer as the mortal death comes
But a new path with no others there appears
A light arises beyond my limitlass visions
Of lonliness, but the dreams in my mind cease to end
A world of dreams and apparitions, in my sleep begins
Yet I awaken to find myself here, crying alone
This song has no real underlying meaning. It is simply about sorrow, misery, hatred, lonliness, you name it-it's in here. This is our gloomiest song as far as lyrics and music combined. The song is slow, heavy, and it drags along the bottom searching for the light that will never come to it. The ending is the most powerful music I've written. At our shows, the entire club stopped in it's tracks to listen to it. It almost put me in tears. The emotions were very strong for me in writing this song, and it is my favorite to play live.
At the gates of my sorrow
I stand alone in misery
The statues hold my seeds in hand
And dance in circles before me
My vision deceives my passion
My love unrequited
In a sea of tears I drift
A dozen roses drowning, dying here within
My flame of hope is extinguished
Yet my desire grows
A lustful death brought here
Becomes me a sadness
A slave to the sourness of love
A victim to the realm of hate
And now the soil is poured
Over my feelings
And as I slept I dreamt of an angel
I awoke from slumber and the angel fled
This lonliness, it seethes
Within my chest, I quiver
Chills from your caress
What feelings lie within a single blade of grass
How do we die, inside
Along the banks of the river of life
Walks by the moonlight, no longer shines
Thoughts of death reside within my soul
At the end of life
At the Gates is an unrequited love song. It hurts very much for me to sing this one sometimes because of the connection I have to it. I sometimes feel I should have left this song as a poem, and used other lyrics for the music, but I realized if I can't share my emotions with my band and our fans, then TSD is already deceased. The music is light and mellow in the beginning, but then the ending picks up a sledge hammer and starts to bash people. It is an excelent closer to an evening with Thy Spirit Deceived.