Pantheon Songtext
von Sinamort

Galore of thousand gothic bricks,
Erect and solemn.
Towers untouched by gales of history.
All of them I′ve seen,
Wondrous creations of Man.
All of them are dwarfed,
By curves of pale flesh.

Black with silver linings,
Carves the soft canvas of skin.
Maelstrom of crimson darkness.
The domes under lace of blinding white.


The sight of silent darkened lips
Had led me to the new eclipse.
Of miracles I've seen before
That scatter from my humbled core.
Monumental churches burn,
Fires spread on her every turn.
Lace that binds her painted spine
Tarnishes my moral fine.

Ghosts of black haunt me.
Dreams of ivory ocean.
The dive into the river, the sentimental,
Cathedral of her vast metropolis.

The remanence of her voice, I yearn it to resolve.
As Widor′s meditation, as calm as breeze of July.
They fade, the ruins of her grace, there's only stone and moss.
I dream of heat that fueled my seizures, I see it crumble now.
These useless thorough journeys, delusions of blind man.
The ivy overtake the bricks of column I have felt.
I sink my claws into the picture, the flesh and fabric tear.
Mute cries that never will be heard, she slowly turns to dust.