Posthumous Passion Ephemera - Blackthorn

Whose is the

shade I’m seeing?

Disappear forever

Whoe’er you

Are, past dart

To my chest

Stay where you are…

We are all enshrouded

Here’s the first and only secret —

There are no secrets at all

Everything you want to hide, will be

Covered with the darkest pall

Do not you hear

their dead hearts beat?

Do not you know

on what they feed?

As you’ve said my name

I am arising

from the infinite

with meteor trail-like scars;

A sore evidence of how

you betrayed me

We are all enshrouded

No spell can bring me back to life

I dwell where light cannot touch me

But if you think of me, I am here

Closer than you can imagine

Come let me out

I’ll ungyve your soul

Tear off their veils

and make them all fall

Filled is my mouth with grief

I spit on you

I loved you,

but now I can’t bear it no more

and can’t promise

that you will be safe, my dear

Stringimi tra le tue braccia,

giacché sono un’ombra e

presto sparirò con esse

We were all enshrouded

Never let them mist your consciousness

With idle phantoms they designed

Only in the smoke of their pyre

You’ll be a master of your mind

Show them no fear

But bid them to kneel

Before the last

Posthumous ordeal