ANCIENT RITES

Blasfemia Eternal Garden Of Delights (Eva) Open the portals to darkness So that the fire of hell Will previal Embrace the wicked beauty Of the darkest instincts Turn into a tender godess And the ultimate queen of pain Follow me on your left hand path And discover my infernal reign I will accompany you on Your abyssic journeys You will find the pleasure ...Beyond the pain Be my innocent graceful virgin Be my lusty gorgeous whore Never question my power Do not betray our flame! Deal with my insanity Eternal you will reign Oppressed by all gods of light Adored by the disciples of night Female soul and body Finest piece of art Cannot be god's creation Bite the apple once more! __________ Quest For Blood (Le Vampire) Toi, qui comme un coup de couteau Dans mon coeur plaintif est entree Toi, qui fort comme un troupeau De demons, vins, folle et paree To make out of my humiliated spirit Your bed and your domain Honourless crook to whom I am connected like a slave to his Chain, like a stubborn player to the Game, like a drunk to the bottle, Like a maggot to the corpse Maudite! Maudite soit-tu! I have prayed the rapid sword To conquer my freedom Helas! The poison and the sword Took me with despise and told me: 'You are not worthy, You are not worthy! To be liberated of your slavery!!! If our efforts would free thee Your kisses would awake The remains of your vampire within Your vampire within!!!' Maudite! Maudite!... __________ Blood Of Christ (Mohammed Wept) One last look to the sky Again my end is near Declared 'criminal of war' This is my final hour (Execution, The end)... But the start of my dream The start of my dream Reborn I will be, forever I will hunt! As a traveller throughout time Reborn I will be Forever I will hunt, forever I will be As a traveller throughout time The spear that tortured christ was mine! Oh eva! Hold me once more, bite the apple Who needs this paradise, Who needs this paradise?! I inspired nero to put rome into flames A lieutenant I was, when napoleon Set the world on fire! Oh beautiful sight, mohammed being poisoned... Bible or koran: Pathetic book of lies! (We always lost a battle, eternally we Won a war!!!) The blood of god on my skin The blood of allah on my hands Porco dio! Porco dio! Porco dio! Porco dio! Fr immer! Voor altijd! Ai§nia! Blasfemia eternal!!! __________ Epebos Aionia O infernal majesty Condemn him to the pit Evermore to suffer in Perpetual anguish Bring thy wrath upon him Send forth thy messengers To proclaim this dead Call forth thy legions that they may Witness what we do in thy name The pain, the hate, the beauty True strength, the force of evil True strength, epebos aionia!!! Send forth thy messengers To proclaim this death The falldown of allah Of christ, of eva O lord of 'light' Lucifer! O lord of 'light' Satan!!! Infernal majesty Infernal majesty - für immer Eternal, eternal! __________ (Het Verdronken Land Van) Saeftinge Here one can hear the call of the sea While a deadwhite moonlight Is creating the ultimate unlight Or at night, or at night... O sad and beautiful night Full of melancholy When the silent dark waters Are inviting the lonely souls Of mounting lost ones... like me Of mounting lost ones... like me Here once I could hear the bell toll Here once I led a life My home was build... before the cruel Water came May be the death fish washed on the shore With their cold eyes have catched a Glimp - a glimp... Of my forever lost village Do I hear my ancestors call: Oh beautiful and cruel lost, Forever lost - dark medieval times Drowned land of saeftinge - Drowned land of saeftinge Here once I could hear the bell toll, Here once I Had a life, my home was build... Here one can hear the call of the sea Oh my drowned land Mijn verdronken land van saeftinge... Saeftinge - saeftinge - saeftinge Forever lost, forever lost... __________ Shades Of Eternal Battlefields (Our Empire Fell) Captured in this paradise of light I can only feel lost No grief, no pain How to maintain This world is no longer mine A warlord I was, cities we took A warlord I was, cities we took Melancholy fills my heart Why did I lose my youth Brilliant my battles were No journey too great Parades in conquered streets While our banners were flying high True glory could be found Inspired by the root of all evil Memories of battles Like gods of war we were Like gods of war we were We sat at satan's left hand Peace came... oppressed instincts Reign my land This land is no longer mine Now our paradise is lost... Fatherland Mother Europe Oh remember the proud Hellenic civilisation The cradle of Europe where it all began Or the Portuguese and Spanish Armada Overwhelming Thy power, a tribute to the south Bruges, Antwerp, Ghent forever in my heart Representing medieval Flemish pride Brave Teutonic, French and English knights Thy shining armour now long vanished Thy glory, however, forever remains Praised be the Scandinavian hordes Once the nightmare of the Christian world I talk of not of mercy I talk not of fear The hopeless warriors of a Willing Doom Children of Italia In ancient times "Roma Caput Mundi" De Verenigde Nederlanden, parel van het noorden Belgium and The Netherlands stood as one Mother Europe born from your womb Mother Europe on Your soil shall be my tomb I talk of not of mercy I talk not of fear The hopeless warriors of a Willing Doom Oh what that gallant spirit shall resume Leap from Europe's bank and call Thee from the tomb (Hail to the sons of eastern Europe the Slavonian soul never fades) Blessed are Scotland, Ireland and Bretagne Where the Celtic dream still lives on Shall be my tomb! __________ Aris Hear me, ancient forefather (Ambiorix) Honoured be Thy deeds Leading our tribes against the aggressor Outnumbered, a campaign that could not be won (But forever Thy blood in my veins) Gracious Spartan civilisation Eternally blessed Thy war spirit Surrounded by thousands of Persians "Molon lave" a final proud statement (None of thee survived but Thy Hellenic glory is everlasting) Noble was your cause, brave Vercingetorix Sad the day of your sacrifice An example to your Celt tribe Dying in solitude (But Thy soul) forever in my heart Remember the moment Jerusalem fell The shrieks of the conquered, the conqueror's yell The roofs that we fired, and the plunder we shared The wealthy we slaughtered, the lovely we spared Aris! And Aris shone! Mars! And Mars rose! Geuzen der Lage Landen Van Antwerpen, Amsterdam tot Den Briel Helden der Calvinistische droom Nachtmerrie der Spaans/Roomse overheerser Voor eeuwig Uw bloed in onze aderen Noble was your cause, brave Vercingetorix Sad the day of your sacrifice Hear me, ancient forefather Ambiorix Honoured be Thy deeds Leading our tribes against the aggressor Outnumbered, a campaign that could not be won Forever Thy blood in my veins Noble was your cause Sad the day of your sacrifice An example to our tribe __________ Fatherland When the restless North Sea is trying to gain more land And a merciless west wind steals my breath When the fierce waves are pounding on the beaches Plain as an endless desert Or uttermost vile storms are Teaching my people humbleness Then one can see my land resist There one can see my land fight As gloomy grey skies Cast away the northern sun I turn home... Always turn home I turn home... Always turn home And our cities and villages Representing centuries and centuries Seem to drown due to eternal rainfall Or the rivers turn into Gold I turn home... Always turn home I turn home... Always turn home Fatherland! I always turn to my Fatherland! Fatherland! Keep on turning to my Fatherland! Fatherland! Always turn to my Fatherland! Fatherland! I always turn to my Fatherland! Our cities seem to drown Due to eternal rainfall I watch the rivers Turn into Gold Under a genial sun When snow capped forests Create visions larger than life Then I realise where I belong My eyes have seen the continents The beauty of foreign civilisations An uncontrollable desire forces me to wander Yet echoes of melancholy and remembering The splendour being mine (make me turn home) Where castles and towers are the sole mountains And father time seems to have less grip Where castles and towers are the sole mountains There my land can be found I turn home... Always turn home I turn home... Always turn home Fatherland! I always turn to my Fatherland! Fatherland! Keep on coming to my Fatherland! Fatherland! Always turn to my Fatherland! Fatherland! Always turn to my Fatherland! __________ Season's Change (Solstice) Torches to guide the way To walk the misty paths The forest seems like a shelter On this cold winter night A huge fire is reflecting shadows Of youth and old age As the open place is reached And the elderly take their seats This is the night of the season's change And a new fire shall be lit A silent moment to remember the deceased (The way our ancestors did) Season's change Season's change Traditional music containing the soul of a people On this cold winter night Again a circle completed and rituals more ancient As if the son of God never arrived Memories subconsciously always present Vague visions of past centuries This is the night! When season's change This is the night! When season's change The trees seem to whisper their names The wind is full of a thousand voices As if summoned from the past Though no words are needed A tribe will never die! Memories subconsciously always present Vague visions of past centuries Appearing in the mind Images of times we may have never lived Yet oh so present, so divine! This is the night when season's change __________ 13th Of October 1307 The cause of the Templar's order Was beyond religion So brilliant their splendour So wealthy their order Channelling all esoteric knowledge Into one universal thought Innovating rituals behind closed doors Occult traditions as well hidden secrets Intelligence the reason of their rise (Intelligence the reason of their fall) 13th of October Grandmaster Jacques De Molay Burned at the stake at "Ile de la Cité" A curse accompanying his last breath Within the year his enemies dead! Cultivating ideals so serene Created by minds far supreme __________ Dying In A Moment Of Splendour Ich umarme die Finsternis Seit dem Tag an dem meine Reise begann Always embraced the Dark Since the day my journey began With length of time We gain a step in knowledge With length of time A step closer to Death (However) J'ai plus de souveniers que si j'avais mille ans I have gathered as many memories As if I have lived a thousand years Only choice left Is to die in a moment of splendour Ultimate this experience shall be Echoes of melancholy Are haunting my dreams Dying in a moment of splendour Echoes of melancholy Are haunting my dreams Waiting this inevitable event Of ultimate splendour The time when Death shall arrive As a welcome companion Although immortality it is I always craved But so tragic yet divine it must be When ending in beauty As there is nothing grander left To reach out for While a larger than life experience Is achieved Ich umarme die Finsternis Seit dem Tag an dem meine Reise began Always embraced the Dark Since the day my journey began With length of time We gain a step in knowledge With length of time A step closer to Death J'ai plus de souveniers que si j'avais mille ans __________ Rise And Fall (Anno Satana) Noble Caesar, forgive me But I was the knife ending Thy ambition Yet I held Thy standard proudly As Thy legions burned the world Oh gorgeous Minoan empire Blessed were Thy art and culture Earthquakes undermined Thy glory Then I led hostile forces into Thy land (Chorus:) I am the desires most profane The pestilence cursing thousands I am the burned village Decimating diseases without a name Anno Satana! Anno Satana! Rise, rise, rise and fall! Rise, rise, rise and fall! Dear Robbespierre, hail to Thy revolution Which turned into an endless execution (So sweet Thy blood must have tasted in the hour of Thy own execution) Rise, rise, rise and fall! Rise, rise, rise and fall! Anno Satana! Anno Satana! Clever, mad Rasputin No intrigue too grand A pleasure it was watching you rise But the delight so overwhelming As I witnessed your fall Throughout history my misanthropy Always has been grander than thine __________ The Seducer Hail to the Seducer (M:) Tired of obeying a God who rules like a tyrant (G:) You create your own kingdom (M:) Surrounded by creatures who pledge their allegiance (G:) Satan's legions none will ever see them fall Hail to you... Death! Hail to you... Kuolema! (M:) Tired of obeying a God who rules like a tyrant (G:) You create your own kingdom (M:) Surrounded by creatures who pledge their allegiance (G:) Lord Lucifer Your kingdom will come Hail to you... Death! Hail to you... Kuolema! Fallen Angel, Fallen Angel!!! (G:) Legions march to storm the gates of Heaven Legions march to storm the gates of Heaven Our kingdom will come Fallen Angel! Your kingdom will come! __________ Cain I live to die How can my father turn to a God Who creates everything to die? I feel deceived, rejected... How can one pray? All so useless, senseless, cruel... Then I prefer to turn away Then I prefer to turn away From your God who can't be mine Who can't be mine... Dim Carcosa The Return No house stood there but straight Its walls must crack In full mid-day The darkness was so grand And no light was in the land... Fatherland __________ Exile (Les Litanies de Satan) O Satan, prends pitié de ma longe misère! Oh Thou, the most savage of angels God only judges mild Those who chant songs to his praise Oh Prince of exile... To whom in every tale done wrong (but who) after defeat, always redresses more strong Like a patron saint of Heavens rejected souls Distinctively closer to Humanity Thou art Connected to Mother earth more profound Oh Thou fallen angel of gloom, joyfully I join thy side Even if this means eternal fire, I embrace thy kingdom of night Exile, exile!!! Wandering in Thy wastelands Far away from the heavenly autocrat Close to Thee I chose to repose Liberated from God's wrath Exile!!! A temple raised for the ones like us With plentiful room for science A shelter for creative minds To dream away in silence... Oh Thou fallen angel of gloom, joyfully I join thy side Even if this means eternal fire, I embrace thy kingdom of night __________ Victory Or Vahalla (Last Man Standing) Last man standing Last man standing Victory! Last man standing! Valhalla!! Last man standing! Shattered and mortally wounded On the battlefield they lay Farewell my fellow companions Thy souls have gone away (we shall not behold the green fields nor hear the birds sing in may to defend we have fought and won though with our life we paid) Victory or Valhalla Must again be the rallying cry Ancient pride restored Let the ancient banners fly high Broken hilt in my hands I saw my last break of day Here and now we found our graves Our bodies vultures prey If our folk ever doubts Or their souls have gone astray Then lead the way to this place Where our bones still lay Stand strong with clenched fists Withstand with all thy might Stand strong with clenched fists Until they are silenced right Let the glory shine on thee Lift thy ancient legacy... into light! Lift thy legacy into light, so their spirits will Shine on bright... shine bright! Stand strong with clenched fists Withstand with all thy might Stand strong with clenched fists Until they are silenced... right!!! Victory or Valhalla must be Again the rallying cry Ancient pride restored Let the ancient banners fly high When the cause is noble and justice at thy side To hold what is thine and the fight is right Victory! Last man standing! Valhalla! Last man standing! Victory! Last man standing! Valhalla! Last man standing! __________ ...And The Horns Called For War And the horn called for war! The Franks strike on, their hearts are good and stout Moors are slain, a thousandfold, in crowds Left of five score are not two thousand now No man on earth has more nor better found In chronicles of Franks is written down What vassalage he had, our Emperor (Charlemagne) And the horns... called for war! Marvelous in the battle now and grand The Franks here strike, their good brown spears in hand Then had you seen sorrowing of clans So many a slain, shattered and bleeding man! Biting the earth, or piled here on their backs! The Saracens cannot withstand the attack! And the horns... called for war And the horns... called for war!!! No house stood there but straight Its walls must crack In full mid-day The darkness was so grand And no light was in the land And many said, We in the judgement stand The end of time is presently at hand They spoke no truth, they did not understand ‘t was the great day of mourning for Roliant And the horns... called for war And the horns... called for war!!! Marvelous in the battle now and grand The Franks here strike, their good brown spears in hand Then had you seen sorrowing of clans So many a slain, shattered and bleeding man! Biting the earth, or piled here on their backs! The Saracens cannot withstand the attack! And the horns... called for war!!! __________ North Sea Once there sailed the North Sea The North Sea wide and cold A ship heavily loaded With the world's most precious gold The enemy ship was floating To steal our precious gold Floating on the North Sea Our North Sea wide and cold Our youngest comrade, the bravest of us all Volunteered to sink the boat loaded with gold He jumped into the North Sea Our North Sea, wide and cold Our valiant friend, approached the ship's hold With his fairest knife he gouged out a hole Down! Down! And down! Down went the boat!! Our valiant friend, approached the ship's hold With his fairest knife he gouged out a hole Down! Down went the boat!!! North Sea! Swallowed by the waves North Sea! They found their seaman's grave! North Sea! Swallowed by the waves North Sea! They found their seaman's grave! But not before a hostile archer Had aimed at our youngest friend Who got hit in the chest and also down he went We pulled him onto deck And on our deck he died A seaman's grave became his part The message (delivered) to his bride Our youngest comrade In his young pride Now he embraced the North Sea The North Sea as his bride! North Sea! Our comrade young and brave North Sea! Down in a seaman's grave North Sea! Our comrade young and brave North Sea! Down in his seaman's grave __________ Götterdämmerung (Twilight Of The Gods) Wir sind Götter (We are gods) Gott ist der Mensch (god is man) Sein ist die Hand die schafft (his is the hand that makes) Sein ist die Hand die verletzt (his is the hand that wounds) Götterdämmerung! We are gods, God is man His is the hand that makes, his is the hand that wounds! As I behold your crucified lord It is pity I feel not a sign of purification And yet it are millions taught by his word Die Götterdämmerung ist hier! (the twilight has come) Die Götterdämmerung ist hier! A universal message of love Lessons for the world to be clear But I sense megalomania in his word Dogmatic, based on fear Die Götterdämmerung ist hier! Die Götterdämmerung ist hier! Like the word taught in that other book By some other prophet born in the East Screaming ‘jihad!!’ Lifes they took On the non believers corpses they feast Not that Jahweh offered the other cheek As he so firmly told his followers to do Too many sacrifices in His name Far too many lies not to look through And here I stand alone in the night No god or master above me Do I suffer from this lack of divinity Faith, my dear friend, can be splendid indeed A force to hold on when the feeble soul bleeds Religion served to the masses Might be a dangerous seed Forced down your throat The last thing a free man needs I walk a lonely path Am I so blind to see? At least I can say my soul is free And my only god is me... We are gods, God is man His is the hand that makes, his is the hand that wounds! We are gods, God is man His is the hand that makes, his is the hand that wounds! __________ (Ode To Ancient) Europa (From Gallia to Germania) I still hear the ancient warcry (Roma to Brittania) I still hear the ancient battlecry The great old European heroes, the proud old European names Like snow now melted for sunlight, today their lustre gleams Gone are the great old empires, the proud old names are low That shed a glory over the ancient world, a thou sand years ago But wandering the medieval cities beholding our ancient lands Albion, Saxonia, land of Franks constructed by our ancestor's hands (From Erin to Caledonia) I still hear the ancient warcry (Ellada to Helvetia) I still hear the ancient battlecry (From Lusitania to Hispania) I still hear the ancient warcry (Mycenae to Macedonia) I still hear the ancient battlecry In the country of our fathers on the land and sea Can you hear a million voices? Thy forefathers summoning thee! Summoning thee! Many centuries ago, beyond the hazy space In Brittany, Eire and Caledonia there dwelt a mighty race Celts they were called, like their holy oaks, they had a giant grace (Fierce was the Byzantine empire Spread over the Balkans, Asia, Minor and Greece Combining eastern and western tradition A gateway to the East) Slavonian kingdoms, empires and tribes Defending their ancient lands and rights From invading hordes from the East Thousands slaughtered (fair) men and beast (From Byzantium to Phoenicia) I still hear the ancient warcry (Etruria to Cymru) I still hear the ancient battlecry! __________ Lindisfarne (Anno 793) All heaven and earth were still As if God's paradise never lost None could foresee the silent (approaching) chill (in the shape of raging heathens) Through Durham monks experienced at high cost Martyrs made Christians fallen in this Pagan attack No shrine left untouched, sacred loot on their back Lindisfarne, Odin rides! Lindisfarne, down in flames! Lindisfarne, Odin rides! Lindisfarne, down in flames! Martyrs made Christians fallen in this Pagan attack No relic left untouched Hear the sound of the Norsemans laughter Behold their rise, sacred loot on their back Saint Cuthbert lowering the head The head for Odins sons Lindisfarne, Odin rides! Lindisfarne, down in flames! Odin... rides over the Nordland again Odin... rides over the Nordland again! Desecration of the holy island! All heaven and earth were still As if God's paradise never lost Through Durham monks experienced at high cost Lindisfarne, down, down in flames! Saint Cuthbert lowering the head The head for Odins sons As for now the heathen still prevails Pagan warriors mocking God Witness their fury, hear the victory hails Hear the victory hails!!! Lindisfarne, Odin rides! Lindisfarne, down in flames! Lindisfarne, Odin rides! Lindisfarne, down in flames! Lindisfarne, down, down in flames! __________ On Golden Fields (De Leeuwen Dansen) We ask not the pleasure that riches supply Our weapons shall regain What betrayers must buy Throwing back the invaders Reigning our land and waves And finally teach these nobles What it means to be slaves Far more large in numbers Better armed they came But are it not our cities That these rascals claimed? A victory rather certain They held within their hands But courage, craft and justice Gave us a stronger hand Bloodstained flags Hear our men roar But under foreign rule Bloodstained flags Hear our men roar We shall suffer no more We shall suffer no more! “Het Vlaamse heir staat immer pal Daar ’t winnen of daar ’t sterven zal Alhier, aldaar aan lange lansen De leeuwen dansen, de leeuwen dansen” Oh, land of the Flanders From field to shore Shall view us as victors Oh, land of the Flanders From field to shore Shall view us as victors Or view us no more! For victory was ours against all odds Truly a miracle in a world without gods Bloodstained flags Hear our men roar But under foreign rule Bloodstained flags Hear our men roar We shall suffer no more We shall suffer no more! (I close my eyes. A voice from a century buried by time and dust teaches my ears. And the troubadour sings:) “Het Vlaamse heir staat immer pal Daar ’t winnen of daar ’t sterven zal Alhier, aldaar aan lange lansen De leeuwen dansen, de leeuwen dansen” En de leeuwen dansen… __________ Dim Carcosa Black stars shine on the ancient fortified town The sun invisible or since long down? Over the dismal landscape Above Carcosa No sound, only the wind sighed Behind mysterious moons, strange towers hide But even more sitant is Lost Carcosa Tales that the Hades will sing Vague stories of a yellow king Must die untold in Strange Carcosa Mysteries hidden by lake Hali’s nebulous depths A presence of bizarre beauty and dread Remains unrevealed In Carcosa Above the desert high Twin suns circle the sky Nevertheless dim still Is Carcosa My voice turns weak, lost is my mind I see, but I am blind And no sign of life in Dim Carcosa