Cirice's Response (to the song Cirice on the Ghost B.C. Album)



Inspired as a response to the award winning song Cirice by Ghost. The beautiful and haunting lyrics of Klaus Ahlund 



(Lyrics to Cirice by Ghost)
I feel your presence amongst us
You cannot hide in the darkness
Can you hear the rumble?
Can you hear the rumble that’s calling?
I know your soul is not tainted
Even though you’ve been told so
Can you hear the rumble?
Can you hear the rumble that’s calling?
I can feel the thunder that’s breaking in your heart
I can see through the scars inside you
I can feel the thunder that’s breaking in your heart
I can see through the scars inside you
A candle casting a faint glow
You and I see eye to eye
Can you hear the thunder?
Can you hear the thunder that’s breaking?
Now there is nothing between us
From now our merge is eternal
Can’t you see that you’re lost?
Can’t you see that you’re lost without me?
I can feel the thunder that’s breaking in your heart
I can see through the scars inside you
I can feel the thunder that’s breaking in your heart
I can see through the scars inside you
Can’t you see that you’re lost without me?
I can feel the thunder that’s breaking in your heart
I can see through the scars inside you
I can feel the thunder that’s breaking in your heart
I can see through the scars inside you
I can feel the thunder that’s breaking in your heart
I can see through the scars inside you
I can feel the thunder that’s breaking in your heart
I can see through the scars inside you
Songwriters: Klas Ahlund
Cirice lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Limited




CIRICE'S RESPONSE



You once felt my presence amongst you
But you did not know my name, you did not speak it
Now you feel the rumble as we combust into

A curse from their lips… Do not repeat it!



Can you feel the pulsating rhythm of my breathing?
Can you feel the suffocating chrism with my heaving?

I can hear the rumble that is calling to me.

Will it break the chains and set me free?



Only you can feel the irregular beating of my heart
Only you can see the scars I hide away, deep inside
Only you can feel the vascular repeating, coming apart
Only you, only you can find me in the kirkja where I hide.

Candles lit along the aisle carry the prayers of the wicked
Seems you see me smile, Papa, beware of the afflicted
The rain is coming, I feel the thunder, a blinding light
The pain is summoning me to fall under the dark of night

I can see you, Papa, I can see you eye to eye
Do you feel the thunder that is under the infernal?
Please, Papa, return to me my innocence before I die,
Unblemished, unburned, Providence, our eternal.

Kerkja, we are one and the same, yes, we are the same
Nothing comes between us, no man can afford such a cost
Yes, nothing is undone, my name loose from the shame
Mea Patrem, et Spiritus, with you, we are never lost.
  
I can hear the rumble that is calling to me.
Will it break the chains and set me free?
Do you feel the thunder that is under the infernal?
I can see you, Papa, I can see we are eternal.






M. Teresa Clayton



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