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The Vision Bleak:A Curse Of The Grandest Kind Lyrics

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The Vision Bleak
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This song is performed by The Vision Bleak and appears on the album Set Sail To Mystery (2010).
When the moon is on the wave,
And the glow-worm in the grass,
And the meteor on the grave,
And the wisp on the morass
When the falling stars are shooting,
And the answer'd owls are hooting,
And the silent leaves are still
In the shadow of the hill,
Shall my soul be upon thine,
With a power and with a sign.

Though thy slumber may be deep,
Yet thy spirit shall not sleep
There are shades which will not vanish,
There are thoughts thou canst not banish,
By a power to thee unknown,
Thou canst never be alone
Thou art wrapt as with a shroud,
Thou art gather'd in a cloud
And for ever shalt thou dwell
In the spirit of this spell

Though thou seest me not pass by,
Thou shalt feel me with thine eye
As a thing that, though unseen,
Must be near thee, and hath been
And when in that secret dread
Thou hast turn'd around thy head,
Thou shalt marvel I am not
As thy shadow on the spot,
And the power which thou dost feel
Shall be what thou must conceal

And a magic voice and verse
Hath baptized thee with a curse
And a spirit of the air
Hath begirt thee with a snare
In the wind there is a voice
Shall forbid thee to rejoice
And to thee shall night deny
All the quiet of her sky
And the day shall have a sun,
Which shall make thee wish it done

From thy false tears I did distill
An essence which hath strength to kill
From thy own heart I then did wring
The black blood in it's blackest spring
From thy own smile I snatch'd the snake,
For there it coil'd as in a brake
From thy own lip I drew the the charm
Which gave all these their chiefest harm
In proving every poison known,
I found the strongest was thine own

By thy cold breast and serpent smile,
By thy unfathom'd gulfs of guile,
By that most seeming virtuos eye,
By thy shut soul's hypocrisy
By the perfection of thine art
Which pass'd for human thine own heart
By thy delight in others' pain,
And by thy brotherhood of Cain,
I call upon thee! and compel
Thyself to be thy proper hell!

And on thy head I pour the vial
Which doth devote thee to this trial
Nor to slumber, nor to die,
Shall be in thy destiny
Though thy death shall still seem near
To thy wish, but as a fear
Lo! the spell now works around thee,
And the clankless chain hath bound thee
O'er thy heart and brain together
Hath the word been pass'd - now wither!

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