Ickmansworth
Vim! Lyrics

When light on the cemetery ways
As the sun sets over the graves

Lies down like dying shadows
The light fades and the shadows grow longer

Marble statues of crying angels
Statues of angels are present in the cemetery, weeping

Want to throw off the coat of melancholy
These statues want to escape their sadness

I stroke their despaired faces
The artist consoles the statues by touching them

I understand their great eternal pain
The singer empathizes with their perpetual sadness

I wipe away their cold sapphire tears
The singer removes the tears from the statues' faces

I close their tired eyes for eternity
The artist helps them rest forever

I'm an embrion imprisoned in the womb of mother
I feel trapped and unable to escape my own limitations

Spirit enslaved in the depth of my own thoughts
My mind is holding me captive, preventing me from reaching my full potential

I want to know the essence of my world
I strive to understand the meaning behind my existence

For other planets are reflection of my vision
My view of the outside world shapes my perception of it

I have discovered a source of fire
I have found something powerful and true

Yet my words put it out with coolness of ice
But I cannot express this idea fully through language

But who am I? I cannot understand my tears
I feel lost and uncertain about my own identity and emotions

I cannot reach my stars - vim patior!
I struggle to attain my goals and dreams

I wander dressed in the coat of Baphomet
I explore the world while wearing the symbols of my beliefs

Past the hills of enchanted dreams
I journey through my own imagination and fantasies

I embrace the circle of pentagram
I engage in pagan rituals and practices

I summon breath of the cosmic spirit
I evoke the essence of the universe in my rituals

I fall asleep engrossed in my magic
I become absorbed in my own mystical practices

Exclusive art of night
This is a secret and sacred activity done only under cover of darkness

With a spell I greet every tree
I seek to connect with nature and imbue it with my own energy

Every trunk I touch with my poetry
I speak to the trees through the language of art and expression

When the clock strikes my time
At the appointed hour, as determined by fate or the universe

Pushed by winds I'll leave this world behind
I will depart this life, carried away on the winds of time