paroles de chanson The Seed of Negation (Abnegativia Rejections) - Celestia
First,
it
appeared
like
an
averse
of
tears,
a
non
important
detail,
Like
a
spring
wing
breath,
That
wind
who
do
not
hurt
but
on
contrary
let
That
feeling
of
freedom
slowly,
caress
your
face.
That
sweet
wind
left
a
seed
in
his
hand,
That
seed
was
softly
swallowed
and
it
Taste
started
to
develop
inside
his
mind.
Eyes
were
closed,
hands
were
opened
and
then,
He
was
suddenly
projected
in
the
middle
of
an
ocean
of
clouds,
All
was
calm
and
peaceful
first,
Sun
was
present
as
a
force
guiding
his
moves.
The
sunrays
caressed
his
face
like
his
Mother
once
did
in
a
forgotten
previous
life.
After
closing
his
eyes,
He
finally
felt
asleep
in
the
middle
of
the
void,
Surrounded
by
moving
cotten
clouds
and
dancing
spectral
moon
rays.
Some
images
started
to
appears,
It
was
clearly
easy
to
define
these
visions.
All
started
with
harmonious
notes
of
Baroque
music,
played
with
an
antique
harpischord.
All
evolved
suddenly
to
a
kind
of
discord,
Something
felt
on
the
ground,
It
created
a
delicious
sound,
something
really
soft...
It
is
tears?
Or
maybe
the
sound
of
blood
chanting
into
obscurity
while
collapsing?
Nobody
will
ever
know,
Why
this
Seed
had
some
strange
marks
on
its
body?
He
opened
his
stomach
with
a
sharp
scalpet.
It
was
vital
to
find
back
what
has
been
swallowed
a
few
days
earlier.
But,
that
leaded
as
to
an
huge
Disappointment,
all
was
apparently
rotten
inside!
It's
quite
difficult
to
imagine
someone
Bleeding
like
that
and
meanwhile
puking...
But
let's
go
closer
to
see
what
is
happening...
Oh!
Finally
there's
no
real
need
to
worry
since
what
he
was
puking
was
Just
dead
Insectas,
some
larva's
also,
Every
sorts
of
dead
and
non
dead
things.
You
know,
those
who
are
dead
and
looks
still
have
their
minds.
Feelings
of
immense
disgust,
Shapr
inner
pain
crying
till
piercing
the
flesh...
So,
it
became
more
convenient
to
look
to
another
direction.
But
what
was
going
to
get
outside
his
rotten
stomach?
It
was
blood
first,
But
also
some
genitals
organs
who
Were
getting
implanted
in
other
organs.
Oh!
What
a
failure!!
This
is
unreal,
this
is
not
possible!
No,
this
is
not
possible
because
humanity
are
certain
it
is
not,
But
what's
this
creature
is
enduring
is
real
as
a
matter
of
fact.
After
all,
when
he
will
have
finished
to
bleed,
He
will
die
and
everything
will
be
fine
at
the
end.
Death
is
deliverance
to
life.
Life
only
lead
to
Death?
There's
many
ways
to
reach
Death.
But
still
we
wonder
where
is
the
most
pleasant
one.
So,
I
will
wait,
sit
on
my
throne,
gazing
at
the
sky,
In
search
of
answers
and
time
will
fade
out,
slowly
over
my
corpse...
Day
after
day,
I
rot,
Expecting
light
that
will
bless
me
for
the
rest
of
eternity.
I
will
tend
to
forget
the
taste
of
all
the
Seeds
I
had
to
taste...
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1 She's Dead (Valse Faneste de Decomposition)
2 A Plaintive Cry, Merely, Echo
3 Admirable Eros Abstraction
4 A Regrettable Misinterpretation of Mournfulness
5 Death of the Lizard Queen (Necro Phaanthasma)
6 Morbid Romance (Arcana Vi Revisitae)
7 The Seed of Negation (Abnegativia Rejections)
8 Frigidiis Apotheosia (Dormant Rests of Raped Necrosia)
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