See beyond the moment
Think beyond the day
Hear the word
My voice will not be cast away
Fatalistic fortune
Ever near the end
Love goes on
But Time does not return again

CHORUS
Across the sky
I will come for you
If you ask me to
Demystify
Your uncommon dreams
Stranger things have come true

Fear no more the midnight
Fear no more the sea
Close your eyes, regret nothing
You're safe with me
Look into the shadows
Step into the mist
Search your land but doubt never
I still exist

CHORUS

Ask yourself: is this all there is
Take no answer but the one you find
I have put my faith in aberrations of your kind
But even if you're in my mind

CHORUS

Should we hear the silence
Should we hear the noise
I don't need this blind acceptance
I have made my choice
Light lives in the darkness
Beauty lives in pain
In destruction we may lose ourselves
But still I will remain
Across the sky
Across the sky

See beyond the moment
Think beyond the day
Hear the word
Hear the word



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    General CommentI'll tell you right now, this is going to be a really long description. In the book that comes with the CD it has a story and I think that's what this song is about. So...here goes.

    Once upon a time, there was this very old star. And this very old star shined on a very old tree. And in this very old tree there lived a very old rat. And this very old rat sany a very old song. And this very old song told a very old story of a long time ago before the faeries went away...
    Now, everybody knows that a faerie cannot die, for death is made of bone and flesh and blood and mortal things. But faeries are not flesh-they are made instead of wispy, weepy, willows, and they live as long as they have got their wings.
    One night, a faerie found a mortal walking near her lake. And he gave her quite a panic, and she gave him quite a start. And when the morning came and she crept back home so quietly, 'twas not a faerie soul could tell she'd given up her heart. Now, I know I needn't tell you what it is to fall and fall and fall and fall until you've given up your life to one yu love, And the only way that she could stay within his arms was lose her charms, and laugh and cry and live and die as any mortal does.
    And finally, that fateful night, she flew into this very tree where you can see she hid her store of treasures through the years. And when she flew out, she looked about, and oh, the strife, she had a knife, and thus began the tale that could only end in tears...
    So! She flew to find her lover, and he took her undercover to a little room, as bride and groom, where they might share a bed, and before she had the chance to lift her knife and end her faerie life by cutting off her wings to live a mortal life instead, he had caught her up into his arms, and said, "my dear, don't be alarmed, but all the gentle kindness I have shown, is at it's end, but, why cry you so? It's time you know my favorite game, to murder, maim, and tear the wings off winged things, my hand I humbly lend."
    Then he opened up a case and watched the blood drain from her face as one by one, he proudly rearranged his conquests large an small...
    Beetes, bees, and gnats, and even ats in tiny jars, their wings detached, "and yours," he said, "will be the crowning glory of my wall."
    Then! Excited as a cruel child who de-wings flies and never cries, he took what she so gladly would have given on her own, but where she planned a swift, clean cut, his love demanded nothing but a massacre-where once wings where, he wanted only bone.
    Then began his attack and tore the wings right from her back. All dripping gore, as she turned mortal and her silver blood ran red. In that sickly, scarring, second she could feel the pain of hundres, thousands, millions, bloody, shocked and screaming all inside her head.
    After what could be a minute or an hour she was silent and has shut her eyes so tightly that it could have been a dream. When she finally felt it safe to look around her, she was all alone, and there, crushed in the corner, were her broken wings. A scream...
    ...like none that you have ever heard, a scream so loud and long, the "mad-doctors" come to find her and, the fools, they think she's gone.
    Yes, she must have gone and cut herself and must be made to pary. So they took her to a cold dark house in a cold dark street in a cold dark town, and once they had her locked behind the bars, they rode away...
    'Twas I who followed that poor child from that first night to this, How wild, and fair and free she once had been before she was abused...now she sits inside her cell, just me, a plagued rat to tell the tale of how she, to mortality, was cruelly introduced...
    The need for happy endings is a relatively modern one, a superficial scratch reveals a shady, shabby lie, for a fate far worse than death is to become a living girl...
    The only wings that you can hope for
    Are an angels when you die...


    That's the entire story. It's rather sad. But I think it would be sung from the angels point of view "Across the sky, I will come for you, if you ask me to", get it?
    kittie18on January 09, 2008   Link
  • +1
    General CommentEA says in one of her journal entries on her forum that in this song, the person singing is supposed to be "art."
    Rhodaon December 25, 2008   Link
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    My Interpretation[Should we hear the silence
    Should we hear the noise
    I don't need this blind acceptance I have made my choice
    Light lives in the darkness
    Beauty lives in pain
    In destruction we may lose ourselves but still I will remain]

    This part of the song can make one see how the singer, like
    Emilie Autumn claims is "art". "Beauty lives in pain" so many artists go through painful times to come to a result of their work (beautiful. "In destruction we may lose ourselves but still I will remain." People tear each other apart over almost everything...but art still remains...
    th3rdhal3on October 23, 2010   Link
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    General CommentThe poem at the beginning of this song, which is not in these lyrics is Shakespeare's Sonnet 53.

    What is your substance, whereof are you made,
    That millions of strange shadows on you tend?
    Since every one hath, every one, one shade,
    And you but one, can every shadow lend.


    Essentially saying; "What are you made of that causes you to be reflected in millions of ways? Everyone else has only one shadow, but you, though you are only one person, are reflected in everything."

    This is a beautiful way of starting a song about devotion.
    unatralkreaturon October 05, 2011   Link
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    General CommentAww... This song makes me think about my boyfiend... Just "Across the sky
    I will come for you"
    He's in the Netherlands right now, visiting family... His father had a stroke. =[ I would do any thing to be by my boyfiend's side right now... *sighs*
    PsychOtiCBuBBleon February 27, 2007   Link
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    General CommentThis song seems to be about a wise and loving being, perhaps an otherworldly spirit.. In the words she speaks at the beginning, which aren't included here ("What is your substance, whereof are you made/That millions of strange shadows on you tend?/Since everyone, hath every one, one shade/And you but one, can every shadow lend") she seems to be speaking about this being. It's a benevolent spirit, one who has suffered greatly but nevertheless will continue to come to the aid of a loved one, or one who requires assistance. However, s/he can only show the way; you're the one who must make the choice.
    Ender666999on April 18, 2007   Link
  • 0
    General CommentHer voice is ethereal in this song.
    dead_girls_danceon March 25, 2008   Link
  • 0
    General CommentI totally agree with you Kittie. That kinda helps me understand most of her music.
    Tushon April 25, 2008   Link
  • 0
    My Interpretation[Should we hear the silence
    Should we hear the noise
    I don't need this blind acceptance I have made my choice
    Light lives in the darkness
    Beauty lives in pain
    In destruction we may lose ourselves but still I will remain]

    This part of the song can make one see how the singer, like
    Emilie Autumn claims is "art". "Beauty lives in pain" so many artists go through painful times to come to a result of their work (beautiful. "In destruction we may lose ourselves but still I will remain." People tear each other apart over almost everything...but art still remains...
    th3rdhal3on October 23, 2010   Link
  • 0
    General Commentthe muses still dance in the sky
    Matt Holckon April 29, 2011   Link

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