Alghazanth - In Your Midnight Orchard

Across the arcane bridge of soul-flight I have arrived in your domain Where the great fair three as one shine Yet the fourth still veiled remains As through these glades I wander Strangest roses tear my skin They deepen the spell I'm under With your venom of hallowed sin Though I remember not, again I now know The language of the owls that are guiding me back home Free my starving soul and chain my heart To this ardent hour of ecstasy With the sword of your splendour pierce my eyes Make your radiance the last thing I'll see The Gate of Eden is swung open I am a witness to your reign My life I offer you as a token For one drop from wisdom's vein To you I pray, make me versed in your ways Pale pilgrim with the bloodied crescent horns Grant me strength and on my head now place The wreath of silver thorns It is not your wrath that may crush me It is your love that must... Pain and relief, sorrows and joys They all shriek at me in your wordless voice Rend apart my heart and nail my soul to Night's searing cross of severity With the spear of your judgement pierce my side Make painful bliss the last thing I'll feel