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Pour the emerald wine
Into crystal glasses
We will touch the divine
Through kissed catharsis
Let us pitch to the seven year itch
Of the ultra-decadent
To a tainted world and the painted girls
That our fantasies spent
Tripping through boudoirs laced with opiate themes
Sipping the bizzare, tasting copious dreams
A toast to those most sacriligeous of days
Where for every whim won
One soon repays
We touched the stars
That now laugh from afar
At we, the damned
The damned
We have spent our time
Drenched in opulent splendour
But when midnight chimes
Will gilded souls surrender?
Let us drink on the giddying brink
Of pools of excrement
All manner of shit for the glamour and glitz
Mephistopheles lent
I remember the night as if it were engraved
In a bright marble bridge stretched across dark waves
To the shore from the moon and by Her grace
Came that erudite stranger
That fucker
Come my friend, to fate let's raise
Two finger shots at this our last soiree
For tomorrow I fear
Swoops all too deadly near
This precipitous weir to Hell's high gate
Into crystal glasses
We will touch the divine
Through kissed catharsis
Let us pitch to the seven year itch
Of the ultra-decadent
To a tainted world and the painted girls
That our fantasies spent
Tripping through boudoirs laced with opiate themes
Sipping the bizzare, tasting copious dreams
A toast to those most sacriligeous of days
Where for every whim won
One soon repays
We touched the stars
That now laugh from afar
At we, the damned
The damned
We have spent our time
Drenched in opulent splendour
But when midnight chimes
Will gilded souls surrender?
Let us drink on the giddying brink
Of pools of excrement
All manner of shit for the glamour and glitz
Mephistopheles lent
I remember the night as if it were engraved
In a bright marble bridge stretched across dark waves
To the shore from the moon and by Her grace
Came that erudite stranger
That fucker
Come my friend, to fate let's raise
Two finger shots at this our last soiree
For tomorrow I fear
Swoops all too deadly near
This precipitous weir to Hell's high gate
Lyrics submitted by Carpathian-Bred15
Track duration: 05:14
"Absinthe With Faust" as written by Daniel Lloyd Davey, Paul James Allender, Adrian Paul Erlandsson, Martin F. Powell, David John Pybus
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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The song is written as if it is just a few hours before their end of the deal is to be held up (meaning their souls belong to the demon) and they are drinking as they regret everything that has happened.
If you have never read Faust, I'd definitely recommend it, although it is very thick language, and a lot harder to read than even Shakespeare.
"I remember the night as if it were engraved,
A bright marble bridge stretched across dark waves
To the shore from the moon and by Her grace,
Came that erudite stranger.
That fucker...
Come my friend, to fate let's raise
Two finger shots at this our last soiree'.
For tomorrow I fear,
Swoops all too deadly near.
The precipitous wear to Hell's high gate."
Should be..
I remember the night as if it were engraved,
A bright marble bridge stretched across dark waves
To the shore from the moon and by Her grace,
Came that erudite stranger.
That fucker...
He was a predator, creditor cold
Our blood was young on the yellowing scroll
And all that glittered was not gold
But we wanted everything..
And for it all, lost our souls
Come my friend, to fate let's raise
Two finger shots at this our last soiree'.
For tomorrow I fear,
Swoops all too deadly near.
The precipitous weir to Hell's high gate
We touched the stars
That now laugh from afar
At we, the damned
The damned
The damned
The damned
The damned
He was a predator, creditor cold
Our blood was young on the yellowing scroll
And all that glittered was not gold
But we wanted everything..
And for it all, lost our souls
Our souls
For it all, lost our souls
Our souls"
He was a preaditor, Creditor, Cold!
Our blood was young on the yellowing scrolls
and all that glitered was not gold
well we wanted everything...
and for it all lost our souls
(I have the two-disc version of Nymphetamine, does the other version perhaps not have them?)
The book says (to end this once and for all):
He was a predator, creditor, cold
Our blood was young on the yellowing scroll
And all that glittered was not gold
But we wanted everything
And for it all lost our souls
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Anyways.
I really wish someone would edit these lyrics so they actually read the same as the CD booklet.
I agree with the thing about Faust.
Maybe it's not about him, though.
Maybe it's living like you've struck deal, like he did.
Don't quite know how to explain it..
"Our blood was YOUNG on the yellowing scroll"
So, going by the name, the song is about drinking a highly alcoholic beverage with a story character...