Epistle No. 81 Lyrics

Candlemass


publisher: ©EMI Music Publishing
writers: Leif Edling
album: Track 8 in album Ancient Dreams
release date: 1988-11-23
popularity : 8 users have visited this page.
genres: Rock Non-Music
styles: Doom Metal/Heavy Metal
length: 4:38
writer: [traditional]
arranger: Leif Edling

Cover Art

Candlemass Ancient Dreams cover art
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Mark how our shadow, Mark Movits mom frere
One small darkness encloses
How gold and purple that shovel there
To rags and rubbish disposes

Charon beckons from tumultuous waves
Then trice this ancient digger of graves
For thee ne'er grapeskin shall glister
Wherefore my Movits come help me to raise
A gravestone over our sister

Even desirous and modest adobe
Under the sighing branches
Where time and death, a marriage forebode
Twixt beauty and ugliness ashes

To thee ne'er jealousy findeth her way
Nor happiness footstep, swift to stray
Flitteth amid these barrows
E'en enmity armed, as thou seest this day
Piously breaketh her arrow

The little bell echoes the great bells groan
Robed in the door the precentor
Noisome with quiristers prayerful moan
Blesses those, who enter

The way to this templed city of tombs
Climbs amid roses yellowing blooms
Fragments of mouldering biers
'Til black-clad each mourner,
His station assumes
Bows there deeply in tears


Track Listing


CD 1
  • 1 Mirror Mirror
  • 2 A Cry From the Crypt
  • 3 Darkness in Paradise
  • 4 Incarnation of Evil
  • 5 Bearer of Pain
  • 6 Ancient Dreams
  • 7 The Bells of Acheron
  • 8 Epistle No. 81
  • 9 Black Sabbath Medley