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Prophecies Of The Dying Salig Er Den Som Lir Salig skal han vere han som lir... Som ei er kledt i det bleike Ijos av dag Salig skal han vere han som tyrster i hug etter visdom Med mektig song skal me hylle hass minne... Taarer fraa Den Skuldlause dei fall ned paa den kolde og nakne jord Og der saman med dei er han dømd til aa vandre Lik eit vitnesbyrd om Deira skam... Eg let mitt andlet vaskast av mine bitre taarer for dei var eg ikkje meir enn ei byrd inntil slutten (som eg no staar kledt i) Me er odden paa hass sverd som stikk saa djupt i kjot Me er styrken i hass slag som knuser veike skallar Me er smerten Dei kan kjenne medan Dei fell inn i det djupe og kolde Kan du sjaa sorgen i auga vaara? No!...Doy i skuggen av di onde daad... Salig skal han vere han som lir... Som ei er kledt i det bleike Ijos av dag Salig skal han vere han som tyrster i hug etter visdom... Salig er den som lir... __________ Prophecies Of The Dying - Kundalini (Serpent Power) Hide from the curious, Hide from the coward Your safety's in secrecy And found means dead Born in Babylon By the bloody veins of fate... The great seer saw the arms talk The blades darkened by blood He saw from the temples top The fall of the towers He cried when the young man fell on his knees Hand on his wound... He climbed the stairs of the temple And heard the sound of copper bells Echoing through the endless halls He saw the black flowers bloom And felt the rising of shadows Deep within his own mind... A day of wind and rain An infinity of endless space Cosmic strobes forming patterns Only he could see Drowned in tideless pools No haven for his mind He sailed the depths of apathy alone... "Can't you hear it Hear the serpent wail Come with me I'll leave with the tide My path leads to darkness I hope we'll meet on the way..." __________ Prophecies Of The Dying - Part II Here all alone I sow the seeds of sadness for only me to reap For the ache I fell in my heart is far too strong for any man to bear. Moonlight drank the tears of my grieving sorrow and for those who cursed me on my path beyond sanity They all became my shadow... For I entered their hearts like the serpent entered paradise.. The smell of flowers dead witnessing the birth of my death My body covered by black flies tearing my soul apart... Cursed by harsh words spitting from a cleft tongue Hurts like mad dogs tearing at my flesh. Bleeding memories so painful to remember that I cannot rest Flowing like a dark river of sin... O'how I try to be among them all But I'm so afraid For I have seen what their eyes cannot see... Innocence ripped away at the proclaim of its birth All human dignity has been torn away - Their stinking breath and their need of playing the role performing (their) lifeless acts in honour of their worthless god... I am waiting for the day when the sun will burn our selfish dreams to ashes grey Only then will we see what we all have become... Passionate dreams... Driven by despair - Do I live in death? Your feeble cries echo like sweet music in my ears A tragic symphony where I find pleasure... I will cleanse your soul with my blood so that all loveless beauty may wither With me... What is this touch of a nocturnal sphere I feel caressing me? I wear your hidden shadow wherever I may wander... I bear the mask of the face of death A dark reflection of what is surrounding us But still they spit me in the face and curse the ground on which I walk, pouring salt into my wounds -A plague never ending I turn and walk away with bitter tears in my eyes... -epilogue- Now this mighty beast has awakened. Troubled waters, once of purest innocence, to wash over the land. Rivers of madness - boiling with blood - Hatred and poison to nourish the ground. None shall survive, in floods of sin we drown... Then, with the pride we throw away their masks of beauty The painful writings in the skin so pale telling us they suffer the same wounds as we do... - This love never dies - __________ A Divine Tragedy What is this tragic and severe symphony that I hear, called love? So macabre in lust and yet so sweet and delightful in its taste It leaves my poor heart as a bleak shadow overwhelmed by the cursed darkness. In mourn imprisoned forever strangled by own hands. I beg thee; Please blow my candle - The source of my mortal life. And bless me with the gift so that I may end all this with me... Now I witness decay for I am the one who withers... My bleeding wounds are rotting with a stench o'so disgraceful Teeth and claws are sunken deep into my flesh Nails are thrusted inot (my) palms and feet... Am I to carry the burden of those who betrayed me and my feelings?... before their sickening eyes and in front of mine... Cursed by thee, fool, who claims to false words, for liar follows liar, both in act and in tounge. Indifference of existence - this pattern thou hast created it sparkles in its weakness... Already immortal without even having had to live Existing to bee seen, yes; but only as the creator decides... We die in a circle of despite An endless roundabout around our worthless aspects Only awaiting extinction... A gray teared face awaits the cold lips of death Which at last shall draw my final breath... __________ Enchanted By The Serpent Spell Enchanted by the serpent spell that is casting murky spectres To glide slowly across the shimmering crystal lake Once created of a young man's sorrow The sadness in his tears... Scorned is the heart of a man who murders with passion to satisfy his lust macabre. He devours the pure untouched flesh of innocence While wetting the ground with his scarlet tears A living monument of his bloody art... An artist of deadly creations extinction of Man has yet to come, so passive and proud to hear the screams of everlasting torment. Emotions cold and dead as stone He is licking the burning scars he has created as if they were his masterpiece He sips to the blood as if it was wine of finest age... The sense of ungodly presence grows stronger for each night that lays its cold veil upon his mind A visual spectre of Man's creation... Caressed now is my lifeless face so that I may cut the strings of life forever. Embrace the beauty of my sorrow with this weeping hands of your. The strength of your anger makes distant memories come clawing back A face of horror identical to mine... A tortured individual poisoned by its surroundings Ridden by guilt for acts I have not even committed. The moaning masses will hunt me forever till' the day I die... Now I feel it's closing in... __________ Thy Passionate Despair And I wonder Through bleeding eyes I stare and behold Paralysed of those that carry the burden of Her on their tired backs... (As I weep...) Broken and wounded by the love they held so high When their realms were still proud and mighty Banners held high against a blackened sky In blasphemy they dance in front of my eyes No love will ever dwell within the torn shape that is me... Hark! A pitiful beggar before thee I stand My sorrow I can no longer - hide within my eyes Deep and dark are the ways to my scorned heart But unchain me, and I will be yours forevermore... Let me dream Breed on my misery Art thou the answer to my depressions and my sense of growing misantropy? Let me bathe in the crystal lakes of your tears for they shine O'so beautiful... Yet still gleaming of sorrow they are... O'how I long for these realms where I (once again) can be equal among kings... My body once gifted with such tender and beautiful youth Now painted with the grim colours of death "Waste-Dweller - Why do you spin your spell?" Open me... Kiss me... And drink from my scars Embrace me eternally... The Mirror's Opposite End When The Sky Touched The Earth Behold the Continents as they Sink into the Waves A New Generation seeking to Enslave the Last Free Souls And Rebuild them after their own Distorted Images We still stand with Lips sealed as they tear down our World Still dreaming of the Age when the Otherworlds were closer. When the Sky touched the Earth Deep down inside a Body Corrupting fertile Soil, something is moving It is being sung through Me ..And My Lips Whisper the Words We place the Masks on and Wander Down the Spirit Road Following the glowing Threads through the Void A Dark Well from Whose depths a Gentle Greenish Glow emants Descending into it in our Vision until We Sink beneath its Waters, Deep down into the Great Below ...Flying over meadow, river and dale Down into the Netherworld Three seeds thrown down into the Silver Womb Seven stars lights the Path to Extinction Blinded Eyes see all Nature of Fiery Truth Falling back into Stone ...Falling back unto (Your) Spear Just like Me you are made of Flesh and Blood Still you say you will Heal My Wounds and Cleanse My Soul But This Soul is not for you to take but for Myself to keep! Is there Wisdom in your words when the words Spoken are not even your own? If this is your Way of Salvation I Will Not Listen... __________ In Passion Swept "And Death shalt come to Rid the Filth of the Earth To Separate the Liar from the Wise..." I Drown in Thoughts; What is the Reason for My Existence? Pleasures seem only to be Enjoyed by Those who sense no Guilt Not even the Cruelest Love can be this hard Solemn Youth I Witness once Crying; now Dying in Dreams As We Struggle to be Awakened The Heat on our Lips has Burned the Passion away from Our Hearts... Sense the Flames Embracing the Two of us as We stand Calm sunken Beneath a Soulless Chaos... Watching our Empire Falling into Ruins... I Caress the Soil the Remains of my Past And my Crystals Darken with Tears Try to Breath Your Sardonic Harmony into my World of Grief and You will Kill What's left of Me! The Fundament to My Existence is now, but an Empty Shell No longer of Flesh and Spirit... No Salvation Found through Harmless Joy For the Fear of Death dwells within the Eyes of Every Mortal Man Growing stronger for every Hour Passing Spinning our Destinies Together like the Greatest of All Tragedies... Sorrow offers Compassion but what is Compassion Worth? "Looking back at the Memories I Realize What I Sought Cannot Be Found" __________ Weltschmerz Watching as the Walls of the City (of Dreams) Crumbles into Dust Every Pagan Wiped away by the Sword of the Righteous In Tears I Realize that there is nothing more to Conquer Chained to Mortality ...Now exposed to Eternity Gazing at the Sky screaming; How can You do this to Me? Leaving Me Faceless to the World...A Target for Every Arrow Pointing at Me From every Shadow, slowly dissolving, Becoming one with the Earth... Dragged through the Streets by Angry Hands, A Soul trapped at the Threshold Ashes Spread on a River... An Instrument in the Hands of a god Singing; "Why pick Flowers for the Dead?" I've Burned the Bridges behind Me, Leaving no Retreat All I have Left is the Dust From A Thousand Dreams, not even Mine, I am merely a drop of Water, in an Everflowing Stream.... You see the World through Dead Eyes... Sleeping through the Ages Gazing at the Earth From a Distant Star Knowing that what You see has already Happened... You are My Lord of Flies The Dead who carved for Life...I know not why they lie there Floating The lie there Devoid of Thought ..Bereft of Life and Drowned in Sorrow You are the Lord of Flies The Bane of Mankind is all that He is until He dies, is a Pawn that is expected to live by the Lies of Tradition Existing only as Flies crushed by a Mighty Hand You are the Lord of Flies __________ The Sins Of Man O'Lord of such splendour and noble art Heed now My prayers: Please save your Children from those who live to betray us and whose Acts aim at our Mother in such a Destructive Manner For the Sins by Man created even My own dreams bring Me Seductive Lies And I am slowly drowning within the Darkened Waters of My Weakened Soul... Nail Me to the Earth and Bless Me with Rest in Her Embrace For the Fatality of My Insecureness Unveils My Greater Characters Behold; now the Colour Fades From My Eyes! The Greatest Gift of All And I sense not being a part of it In My Arms I Hold The Weeping Body of Christ The Mirror that Reflects this Tragedy I Serve called Life.... Seek not Your Pity in Me For I can only speak for Myself I Bleed Sickness through the Pores of My Imagination And with The World I Burn... Painting the Visions of My Fever through Blood and Broken Glass Now My Anger Struggles beneath My Thoughts For Dying Before the Eyes of a 'Blind King' am I The Red Whine I so Carefully Sipped to (With all Loving Passion) Never could it still My Thirst for Divine Fulfillment... __________ Salvation Mother O'Withering I May Be For Deeply Wounded I Surely am I am the Father of all your Sins But still I am the Mother to Your Salvation... __________ Monochrome "There is a wind that blows between the worlds. It screams silently through the empty places travelling from nowhere to nowhere in the uncreated wastes... I am so cold..." Father grant Me Wings and let Me return to You Abandoned from a Grace I cannot Comprehend Give Me Wisdom so that I can see where I failed Snow is only cold on Bare Skin; Why won't you Shelter Me A Tiny Piece of the Soul that inherits all the Earth... Is that why I Live? Then remember this: Divinity in Truth is Lies! I never decided what to be... My Life will not colour your Creation Because Monochrome is the true God Manifested in Endless Veins we are, a steady Pulseflow Dark Blood from an open mouth... Your eyes are lifeless, Yet still they penetrate Flesh and bone... Staring at a Heart filled with conceit I recognize Human evil in every word you have said... How can we be expected to believe? Distant voices, Thousand of voices whispering through the Void "In the beginning", they say, "In the beginning there was only the great self Reflecting, it found nothing but itself". Hear what I say to You; the Dark River bears only our Sorrow, forever flowing through the Ages, the only heritage for our Children We are the Slaves pulling the Wheel of the Heart, pumping more dark water through the veins and into the River... I feel the Pulse Thundering inside Me, like bells on My Dying Day I Look back and see only one Single Path stretching out behind Me I look ahead and see nothing but Darkness... The Paths are long, and even in Death there seems to be no ending to them... "Do not expect much at the end of the world" __________ The 9th Sphere Cascading Black Waters Look to the Sea Horizon Behold the Cleansing Wave Wall Released Into Sweet Oblivion Perished... Swept away Escape this Dimension to Herald the Other... Such Divinity could it be Conceived? Gracefully drowning in the Sadness Chalice Given where the Shimmering Skies to soar At the Beginning of a Journey ..Ascending to the Spheres Flocking as always around a Spiteful Monument Being that of the Self Image A Quest for Immortality suceeding only in Proving Futility Celestial Silence Greeting... the Mirror's Opposite End Through Acknowledgement reaching Wisdom Grandure seeking... Dearth of Compassion Cyclopean Hubris... Never to aspire to Grandness Knowledge plundering through Ancestor Wisdom To any extent I cannot know it all Cosmos Thou art Chaos Mortality conceived thee Orderly Then only the Chill Void remains Echoing with all Grief Rendering Me Fulfillment bereft ...Not even in own Eyes Significant... __________ Call Of The Horned Piper - The Sabbat Song Sleep is waking, waking sleep, We Ride the Broom across the Deep, Fair is foul and Foul is Fair By bee and cat, by hound and hare, The Living die and Dying live We turn the Shears and the Sieve, Light is Darkness and Darkness Light to Farers through the Mystic night, Up is down and Down is Up To Seekers of the Cauldron Cup, Lords are Churls and Churls are Lords We leap across the Bridge of Swords, Birth is Death and Death is Birth We Thread the Paths Beneath the Earth, Bride is Hag and Hag is Bride Between the Times We Rage and Ride, Day is Night and Night is Day For Farers on the Witching Way... __________ The Leaper Play Father; Why hast Thou forsaken me? Here I Weep in gracious woe Under your Promised Heaven In this Season of Darkness Where the Blind leads the Way To a Scorned Idol I must Confess Your Prophets were they Deceivers Preachers of a Forgotten Faith? They all fell Bloodied unto the Earth With their Hands Covering their Eyes from the Masses Can you Remember the Ashes, mingled with dust That once was mentioned with names by a Thousand Tongues? Did they se behind the veils that hid your Dying Masks? Did they se the tears Drying on our Faces That for far to long has Sheltered The Atrocities of the Human mind? This Pathetic Sight of Children Starving on their hopes Clinging to the Naked Body of their Mother Whipped to the Ground... O'Lord what hast thou given us? For our Sights has grown dim... You created this mockery called Human! Too weak to Crawl - Too proud to Fall Beneath all Scarlet Tragedies Lies the Hidden Strength of Man but still, Blinded by the Eyes of Confusion...