In Vengeful Embrace (Disillusion)

There was an echo, an old sore, A bewildering reflection. No winds, but cricket chirps Alongside to the trail. Traces before me. Something flitting across. Maybe a shadow, a famine imagery. A pasture on the left repeals my worry That no soul had been here before me As at this glimpse of joy appeared A long lost fiend who spoke to me: Welcome, brother. Welcome, traitor. Welcome, ever longed-for Intimate. Repent and atone in vengeful embrace. In vengeful embrace. I was seized with mere fear As at his words I did recall A face, a name, my frailty. A tragedy in december snow. And all turned into rampant Tendrils entwined about my neck. A mist gathered where suns would be And again he did speak to meWelcome, brother. Welcome, traitor. Welcome, ever longed-for Intimate. Repent and atone in vengeful embrace. In vengeful embrace. She burdened me with her kiss Bedecked garment in the clear Yearned for her in fetters sweet That were never meant to release. December's virgin snow A tender touch at ease Let luster grow in her eyes At our chalet in conceal. And she burdened me with her kiss Bedecked garment in the clear Yearned for her in fetters sweet Never meant to release. When luster passed from her eyes. Again there was this echo, An old sore torn wide open, This bewildering reflection. I did repel, but never repented. Oh brother, traitor. Ever longed-for Intimate Woe betide you For you stole what was mine.