PRIMORDIAL

Imrama Infernal Summer Her skin, so pale... shrouded in black I drew down the veil, I wanted her back I am at one with what never lived I'll draw down the veil, and offer up what I have to give... Shall you try and poison my words At a summers funeral, I woke to the light Shall you lay my bed with thorns And clutch at me like you have done to life...? Shall I be the chief mourner, in your procession No stone lays unturned... (Rest in your grave) I can no longer hear, silence calling your name Or the choirs of ruin, lamemting your pain __________ Here I Am King What am I but a thorn in your side? Frost in summer, to chill your heart A drifting memory of autumn decay A shadowed soul in a fetter of light An abyssic voice in purile mind... a fallen one Wandering by the shores, of eternal sin... The sun no longer shines here Endless waves roll upon the endless shores A sullen ship drifts upon the blackest tide Beneath darkened boughs, no song is heard... An endless forest where the devil's shadows play ...here I am King I know no other world I know no other... For here I am King And a King I shall stay... Take my hand... Imrama... To an eternal infinity Where the stars burn in my name __________ The Darkest Flame You... gave me strenght to carry on You... pass all wordly troubles unto me You... gave my time meaning You... left your sorrow for my soul I love you I need you I want you I live you I am you I... layed a thousand souls to rest I... could be a martyr in their eyes I... wished only for them to see I... embraced where I once dwelled I... lived for you "If rape, arson, poison or the knife has Wove no pleasing pattern upon this Drab canvas we call life, it is because We are not bold enough." (Baudelaire) __________ The Fires... Funeral winds... caress the flame The naked fire that soothes my flesh In darkness I can ask for little more Then a Samhain fire to lead the dead Nocturnal everslumber procession A gathering of such ancient souls To see our brother to his journey's end Into the darkness forever... The frozen ground dances beneath us Our path cross the barren lands Burning torches lament As fiery shadows dance Across his gravebound face Entombed in pagan earth To rise in the cold November mist We will haunt their pious dreams In eternal black adore we kiss Witchcraft has breathed death in my soul To keep the darkest flame ever burning __________ Mealltach Drifting in dreams of memory past To pray to never wake Or return to spiritless cages That held me once before So mant seasons I've seen A heart as winter's cold... To melt in a summer's passion To forge a new things that have grown so old My Gods need me now I've sheltered beneath their sky My life I would willingly give For their return, it is but an honour to die Seasons come and go Children grow to die Kings may come And Kings may go But our Gods shall rule the sky __________ Let The Sun Set On Life Forever Dawn's cold passion filters through the trees In darkness I showed you ecstacy In darkness I took you from this world Light shall never fall upon your face again From spring I've waited for this winter's reap I've watched you pass autumn's twilight yearning Now with dawn I bring you eternal sleep And silence all forever mourning... Your blood looked so beautiful in the snow I cried like a child... All my life I waited for you And with dusk's onset... I lay with you... A cold embrace A winter's kiss Frozen blood upon my lips... __________ To The Ends Of The Earth I am the eye of the storm Axis Mundi, I fall to my knees I've realised my dark dreams, father I have become... I spread my seed Have I not brought you to these Ends of the earth that I defy No effigy shall fail me now And no voice from the sky, shall deny me I rode the four hate winds From where I came, I could not name I hear the colours and see the sounds I arose from the east, and plagued The lands of the same... I had no need Of incantation, or enchantmant You brought the end upon your world Our world has no end...your's Has just begun... now is torment Now is forever... destiny unfurled A Journey's End Graven Idol Her scent comes to me As the night breathes Her countenance grave A waxed pallor, that lays every tomb open to the sky So she sees and ever watches The stars revolve and dance for her A velvet dream of crimson revolt The rites of all... deliver her kiss to me I ascend... erotic misery We are blood to the bloodless We are honour to the honourless and We are gods to the godless The cruel day hurts my eyes... it is night I ever long for If sorrows sweet gifts have offered me thus I am all that has been and cannot refuse As her smile has ushered in the night So many countless times before I hear a foot on the stair... I turn and she is there. With all the gifts of the grave to offer me How can I refuse A graven idol such as thee __________ Dark Song I am the wind that breathes on the sea I am the wave, wave on the ocean I am the ray, the eye of the sun I am a tomb, cold in darkness I am star, the tear of the sun I am a wonder, a wonder in flower I am the spear as it cries out for blood The word of great power I am the depts of a great pool I am the song of the blackbird Who but I can cast light upon the meeting of the mountains? Who but I will cry aloud the changes in the moon? Who but I can find the place where hides away the sun? Ailiú Iath Nerenn From the breeze on the mountain to the lake of deep blue From the waterfall down to the sea Never changing or ending on the voice of the wind Sing the dark song of Erenn to me... __________ Autumn's Ablaze And so it seems I am unbound in my misery Drunk in my sobriety ...and twisted animosiety The private moments of man Are rarely ever seen Yet, autumn gathers me up And sheds me in her leaves Falling takes forever From the grace of man I fell so far No one ever saw How far She is dressed in golden brown for me Sheds her leaves like a second skin There is fire, in your eyes tonight No brighter sun, no darker moon Sister Morrigu This way comes, And so it seems it is Another passionate night Another hopeless fight And another battle that I've lost __________ Journey's End Shafts of morning dew, fade to dusk Fires in the distance, make shadows dance Under this Blood Red Sky, a million martyrs died And beneath the pale moon's face They shall Again Arise... Some things are best left in dreams Reality, can be a cruel mistress Are your lessons learnt...? Chapters close, veins collapse A passage ends, A rite is earnt... Their Blood hath quenched the land Their spirit has set the stone And forever the Pagan lands shall cry With a heart so heavy... ...and limbs so weary Let no man for his sins atone our days of Glory have gone... __________ Solitary Mourner And so the rain kept on falling Still a solitary mourner stands Beneath the sorrowed eaves Among the rotting autumn leaves And watches over you All the flowers laid Have long since bowed their heads And all the wailing women No longer cast their cries And all who once wore black Have returned to their lives Yet the mourner has not Forgotten And will stand that way forever If I am the mourner Who shall know my name? Who shall ever know my pain? A solitary mourner stands to watch over you... __________ Bitter Harvest A moment of clarity It spoke to me in tongues It spoke to me of ruin Of destitution, and of pain Where night, it never ever Seems to come To ease the misery of the day Degenerate whores Expose their stinking wares to a foul race of man... whores for all..., in time Death soon shall bind These soul less froms of men To the dead of their kind To live all their lives again They would die in the very Same way... Clinging to a profane hope that A place beyond the grave May repay their suffering And their pain In a way that no whore could ever ease The misery of the day... __________ Let The Sun Set On Life Forever Dawn's cold passion filters through the trees In darkness I showed you ecstacy In darkness I took you from this world Light shall never fall upon your face again From spring I've waited for this winter's reap I've watched you pass autumn's twilight yearning Now with dawn I bring you eternal sleep And silence all forever mourning... Your blood looked so beautiful in the snow I cried like a child... All my life I waited for you And with dusk's onset... I lay with you... A cold embrace A winter's kiss Frozen blood upon my lips... The Burning Season The Calling Brothers and sisters Descendants of gods Forge a new destiny In accordance with your will Fan the flames of change Sweep away stagnation Purge what went before And claim What is rightfully yours... __________ Among The Lazarae Ceremonial beauty beneath a bitter moon Perditious souls danse their danse Winter withered silence were once my tomb In eternal frost, a dark romance Listen, such angels of the end do weep As knowledge comes for those who watch ever Wrapped beneath the boughs of fateless sleep Dismal dreams of paradise come never The sky shall flow as waterfalls of distress I, wandered in the midst of shades O' heaven sent mysteries of hell's caress Blind my eyes before my vision fades I have envisaged the harvest moon The summer of eternal reap ...has come... Solomon's wisdom Anastasis Christou The harvest shall come Ride the red dawn Thralldom... In repentent paths Iconoclasm... Opens new gates for you "I will strike at the shepherd, And the sheep will be scattered" Turn my blood to wine And I will drink to you Open my veins for your soul Light blind my eyes I built my Gallows with Such a visionary Conquest... Conquerer of Such perversion As to remain Unameable... __________ The Burning Season Bring the women and children before me Let us make rivers of their blood Bleed for me... I wish it so and streams shall meet such rivers and seaward they shall flow See the shoreline scattered with their precious skulls See the tide come in as blood to meet their bone A grotesque promise Beneath a crimson sky... a seasons birth We'll drown the newborn like unwanted dogs and condemn them to their desperate gods We'll take a needle, to the arm of the world For it is our season We'll burn the temples, of the righteous Rend them as ashes, to the four winds As ashes... to the four winds The winds of a new season __________ Let The Sun Set On Life Forever Dawn's cold passion filters through the trees In darkness I showed you ecstacy In darkness I took you from this world Light shall never fall upon your face again From spring I've waited for this winter's reap I've watched you pass autumn's twilight yearning Now with dawn I bring you eternal sleep And silence all forever mourning... Your blood looked so beautiful in the snow I cried like a child... All my life I waited for you And with dusk's onset... I lay with you... A cold embrace A winter's kiss Frozen blood upon my lips... Spirit The Earth Aflame Spirit The Earth Aflame Beneath the Bronze sky a Horizon in Flame The Oceans Boil The Earth heaves ...and seethes there is a new Sun rising that has not Risen for Thousands of years Prophets have Written Songs have been Sung We have Awoken A New Age has begun And we Shall Spirit The Earth Aflame Spirit The Earth Aflame "...And so it starts... the beginning of a new turn in the cycle..." __________ Gods To The Godless I have one Desire let it be a Pestilence upon your lands a Plague upon all your houses it is my wish to Enslave all your people The soil enriched with their Blood To Burn your places of Worship Our Gods shall become your Gods All that lives on the vine is rotten may your wines be foul and your bread as the flesh of the dead an ill wind to bring nought but decay and the stench of your Slaughtered kin The newborn, borne with fear in their eyes and slavery in their limbs as tools to build a new Empire We are your cross to bear Perhaps you shall be a martyred people But as sure as the Night follows the Day ...a Dead People "The desire to sweep away what is sacred and profane. To enforce and embrace Tragedy... to imbed it deep within the subconscious of generations..." __________ The Soul Must Sleep "I have crossed the seas, I have left cities behind me, and I have followed the source of rivers towards their source or plunged into forests, always making for other cities. I have had women, I have fought with men; and I could never turn back any more than a record can spin in reverse. And all that was leading me where? To this very moment..." (Jean Paul Sartre "Nausea") I sink below the waves is this what I've been looking for ? it seems I've found someone to die for someone to lie for... I've drunk my fill of misery it's time to move on Restless and forgiving it will lead me to the Grave Let's leave for other worlds leave the future behind Here...my will has been spent Let us depart Before the night steals upon us The Wretchedness of another day "The wish, the want, to stay in the dream state, can leaving this mortal coil be seen as a new departure? Or a return to a permanent dream state? To feel to never want to wake. For here my will has Been spent..." __________ The Burning Season Bring the women and children before me Let us make rivers of their blood Bleed for me... I wish it so and streams shall meet such rivers and seaward they shall flow See the shoreline scattered with their precious skulls See the tide come in as blood to meet their bone A grotesque promise Beneath a crimson sky... a seasons birth We'll drown the newborn like unwanted dogs and condemn them to their desperate gods We'll take a needle, to the arm of the world For it is our season We'll burn the temples, of the righteous Rend them as ashes, to the four winds As ashes... to the four winds The winds of a new season Bring the women and children before me Let us make rivers of their blood Bleed for me... I wish it so and streams shall meet such rivers and seaward they shall flow "All is all for the taking, to Rise Phoenix like from the Ashes... A twisted and revelatory dream of the new Aeon..." __________ Glorious Dawn For those who may Rise As a Phoenix from the Ashes For those who may Devour The Fruits of Knowledge For those who coil Serpent like, with cyclical Grace ...For those as Wolves among Sheep who Sharpen their Teeth for the last Supper For those who are the Rock Upon which our Fortress built For those who are the Anvil Upon which our will is Forged For those whose Deeds shall become Song and for those whose Eyes Shall light up the heavens With a single Fiery Glance This ....is your season "Of cyclical rebirth and regeneration... the serpent who eats his own tail. Of the Word, the Mind, and the Will that makes Flesh. This is our Season..." __________ Children Of The Harvest Seems we are to live our final days Far from the dwellings of men As flowing tides and shifting sands Far from the bitter gaze of soul less man In sorrow we fly from our loved ones To die in the waters of the wild My brethren can seek no shelter beneath these wings Until dead men rise from their graves How sad it is for me to see My fathers fallen halls Here once prideful men clashed as Gods With veins aflame and hearts of thunder Yet my fathers are long since dead and gone And I with heart so heavy And limbs so weary It seems our sun is all but dimmed And we your children have Wandered for years And felt the cruel blast of freezing winds But the harshest blow of all to come... To return at last to an empty home "Adapted and altered from the Irish folklore tale of the Children of Lir, turned to swans and condemned to roam for 300 years before returning home... to an empty home. An interesting spine for an allegorical tale. One of displacement, disenchantment and alienation... from this world and its ways. Longing for another Age... another time, another place..." __________ To Enter Pagan Moonlight bathes my heart The birds sing my serenade The trees are whispering my Name... my name Dark romanticism, of a Kind seen no more... Lament my name when I am Gone... remember me These years of indifference Have poured solitude on my soul Ice cold my skin... Can fires of the past Make me once a warrior To fight the light... I am of the earth My soul is as old as stone Runetongue... speak my name Long when winter has passed To be at one with the earth To be at one with what was... ...my earth... We are as of one womb Those whose minds may reach the clouds Storm Before Calm The Heretics Age Soiled hands of work, to pit a Nations Fall Skeletal hands upon the coffers of the Old World Ghosts of Men, re-writing history Red ink, from the well of Martyrdom Words to drip from the Traitors Tongues Waging a War between the Crimson lines The Old Heart of the Earth Divided, poisoned, ready for the fall Valiant Men, made to wear the Devils Mask The Scapegoats for a New Age Such words will bear the Fruit of Flesh (Today's Innocence), Tomorrows Finger on the Trigger So, who Heralds the Grace of Fallen Empires? Hymns to the Ruination of Majesty He who inherits the Dark Crown of ill will The Scorn of those deemed Righteous Men The Gauntlet thrown, The Baton tossed By Statute, by Law, by Divine Decree Impositions as Kindling to the fire The Old Heart is beating, with Ancient Blood (A history passed through generations, through the ravages of time and falsity of spirit, blood remains and the circle remains unbroken, the answer to the future lays in the not too distant and dim past, and as we lay waste to the naysayers and cut the traitors tongues from their very mouths of spectre of history shall loom from the past enriched with the Blood of our Ancestors to pass judgement...) __________ Fallen To Ruin Brother, what tidings doth thou bring? Can't you hear Dread Words from Traitors Tongues Sister, Few Honours are left standing Proud In this world They have made the soil ever barren Our Legends but Shadows, Idle and Fallen to Ruin My Heart, Knows Falsehood Prevails In this, the Long Winter of the Spirit We have Born Witness to False Judgement Yet against all this I carry the Fight, Beyond the Ages The Wolves shall echo my rallying Cry An Oath, Sworn of Ancient Blood Haunting the Usurpers through plague (and Pestilence) Through Tempest, across the Raging Seas (My rage) as a Bolt of Lightning Within a clenched Fist... seeking Retribution Know That when there is Nothing left in this world I will come for you No Ideal not Scarred and Worn No hope not Shattered and Torn I will come for you (The old heart of the earth calls it's Children, Children of Destitution and Pain, Bloodied yet unbowed. We are Order in the eye of chaos, the Gods to the Godless...) __________ Cast To The Pyre (Nothing seems to make sense, I'm tired of it all, I've stopped searching for meanings... there are none. Time heals nothing, all it does is make you more bitter, more twisted yet sucks the life out of you... leaving you too apathetic to seek revenge. Revenge on a society that has lied to you since the day you were born. Only humanity would fill it's days with so much fucking misery to prove to itself that it must be worth something. To who? ...to who are you worth something? Who would ever fucking miss you... Who will miss you when you are dead? I will tell you... no one...) It's time to cast out of net To call in all the old debts To stumble over all the harsh words And heal all the wounds To steal every glance Every darkened romance And cast it to the pyre To rewrite the words, feign the phrases To finally finish those unwritten pages If I even closed the chapter on you I'm sorry, I never knew what else to do It's last call and the hour is late Time for the last nail in the coffin Then cast me to the fire... (People, places, passages in time, seizing the moment even though the slow burning pain may consume you...) __________ What Sleeps Within My Faith is written in my blood And my gods within my Image I stand within the Sun unblinking And Rise within it's Rays It is not enough to kindle the Fire One must be the Fire It is not enough to Face Tomorrow When there is Time enough Today So long this savage beast has been Slumbered (too long) Shackled and bound no longer For I am both Sacrifice and Solution Has the world made you? Have you made the world? There are strange times I ask you... Generations of Messiahs As Grist to the Mill All with the world to sell And a world to win Yet looking no further Then yesterday Dictator Or yesterdays Traitor (Our rage insurmountable, out thirst and desire unquenchable, about seizing the day, the moment, the very fire behind the eyes, within the veins, to conquer sterility, stagnation, burn away the veils of falsehood. A natural equilibrium is restored...) __________ Hosting Of The Sidhe The host is riding from Knockarea And over the graves of Clooth-na-bare; Caolte tossing his burning hair And Niamh calling away, come away: Empty your heart if it's mortal dream, The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round, Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound, Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are a-gleam, Our arms are waving, our lips are apart; And if any gaze on our rushing band, We come between him and the hope of his heart We come between him and the hope of his heart The host is rushing 'twixt night and day, And where is there hope or deed as fair? Caolte tossing his burning hair And Niamh calling away, come away. __________ Sons Of The Morrigan Shone the sunset red and solemn Where we stood and observed Down the corners of the column Letter strokes of Ogham carved 'Tis belike a burial pillar Said he and those shallow lines Hold some warriors name of valour And will rightly show the signs No one saw, how far I fell And no one ever knew That there was a heart of flesh Deep within me As it was, bled of the twisted horn And the howling of the dogs Raise on old Heroes lament While the weeping of women Still vexes my heart If this is my Journey End Then cast me to the pyre And if all that remains Is a blackened heart And the stench of death Then know my spell is cast And sing my song With pride once more