Blood Axis & Les Joyaux de la Princesse Sur Le Thème De Corelli, Variations Musicales Lyrics

That night I drank deeply and long of my favourite nectar. Glass after glass I prepared, and drained each one off with insatiable and ever-increasing apetite.

I drank till the solid walls of my own room, when I at last found myself there, appeared to me like transparent glass, shot throughout with emerald flame, surrounded on all sides by phantoms.

Beautiful, hideous, angelic, devilish.

I reeled to my couch in a sort of waking swoon, conscious of strange sounds everywhere. Like the clanging of brazen bells, and the silver fanfaranade of the trumpets of war, conscious too of a similar double sensation - namely, as though myself were divided into two persons, who opposed eachother in deadly combat, in which neither could possibly obtain even the merest shadow-victory.

Absinth...

That night I drank deeply and long. Glass after glass I prepared, and drained each one off till the solid walls of my own room, when I at last found myself there, like emerald glass, shot throughout with emerald flame, surrounded on all sides in a sort of waking swoon, conscious of strange sounds. The trumpets of war, a similar double sensation - namely, as though myself were divided into deadly combat, without even the merest shadow-victory... absinth... beautiful... hideous... angelic... absinth... devilish... absinth... beautiful.
Absinth.

That night I drank deeply and long... drained each one off till the solid walls of my own self appeared to me like emerald glass, surrounded on all sides by phantasms.

I... reeled to my couch in a sort of waking swoon, like the clanging of brazen bells, namely, as though myself were divided into a similar double sensation, like emerald glass, surrounded on all sides by my favorite nectar.

Th... that night... I drank deeply and long. Glass after glass I prepared, till the solid walls of myself were emerald flame, surrounded on all sides by phantoms. Beautiful, hideous absinth, angelic, devilish absinth. I reeled to my swoon, everywhere brazen bells, absinth, silver fanfaranade of the trumpets of combat, which neither my favorite nectar nor I had prepared glass after glass, I drank till solid walls of myself... absinth...