Join us into hresholds of moonless light
Xekonaphim paints your worshipped wheel of flames
Incendere Magi Hortus Rosarum
Black roses, laced with silver,
are now the ashes of Heximeth
The sten stars of Assiah wonders
why the meadows are torched
The holocaust of Atu brings down the pyre of Chokmah
Chokmah fills lust into the virgin stream (silent waters)
A Heximethian spirit looks below the edge of a cliff
...and watches the thieves of serpents
(worm of the eight-fold-star)
Join us into tresholds of moonless light
Xekonaphim paints your worshipped wheel of flames
Incedere Magi Hortus Rosarum
The sun of Tipareth's circle arouses the warlock and seed
Sephiroth plants your heart to grow his oak of VITRIOL
Sepher Yetzirah is the deepest root of Atu
the sun of Tiphareth's circle dances until it falls
Tiphareth!
Your lordship is the sixth sword
that triumphs teh jagged blade
Strike it downward to a rusty point
...and burn the earth as roses burn in the meadow
"Come forth, o serpent, and take your fill of poison"
I am above you and I am inside you
My fierce eroticism is in yours
"For he is ever a sun,
and for he is the winged secret flame"
I am the snake that kissed Gehenna's own worm
I giveth knowledge and delight to the ones
Black roses, laced with silver, are now the ashes of Heximeth
"Any who live alone, long only for mercy,
the mercy of truth is among your traits of bloodlust and vein.
You have not, in all this time, returned to the lowland
of your ancestors. Your feet follow a hoof-beaten,
dirt track down the side of a small, grass-covered knoll.
It is near the round hillfort that your cavaliers call the dun.
The ways of the arcane are more difficult hillfort that words can tell.
You are in complete isolation from this mortal exibition, as others will be,
in due time. Each day at dawn, you speak to yourself and give your
thoughts complete utterance. For there are none surviving now,
to whom you would freely speak with, so impart your heart's desire."
"You, the oppressor, will need to learn to chain your mind,
to wait for the proper time to speak. Nevertheless, you shall be executed
from the creed, under the sigil of the blade, then the number.
In an instant, the feeble and the foreigners lie North from here.
In an instant, a magician, shadowlord, and tyrant raised their powers
above your head. You are separated from your kin, by far distance,
of Time and Tide. You will remember your comrades well,
as they replenish your memory with an immortal essence of everlastingness.
And though you will only see shades of what once was,
you will hear their songs and music forever."
"As golden lamplight escapes from the bleeding skies, winsome peat
smoke scents a chilled breeze that enfolds the imperious settlement,
gathering sounds, and lifts the brave into the night. You shall recall
the winter zephyr, as those were the winds that passed eternity."
The Emperor continued to breathe deep and harshly. His lungs sounded
a death rattle, as they were quickly filling with blood and various fluids,
Before his death and dissolution, the Emperor sluggishly uttered,
"I have granted intelligence towards the crown unto thee.
If you teach him well....."
Here and now, we shall take you within The Third Storm Of Cythraul.
It's only just begun...
Early morning, mankind sleeps
there´s a roaring in the air
inpenetrable fog
Thunder rolls and lightning strikes
hell storms, rush over the earth
but there´s no rain
Hell storms, rush over the earth
Bestial Invasion
Fog cleared up, people scream
they won´t believe that the evil takes control
Hell storms, rush over the earth
Bestial Invasion
Your time is out, obsession spreads
death rules, satans law is in command
Jesus Christ exists no longer
You better pray to the new lord
[Cairn Warrior in Advocated Manner:]
Stones of power
Stillness of her spawn
Gems of symbols
Re-illuminating
Dawn
She cries the quiet lake
Weeping waters
Taciturnity
Found
She cries the quiet lake
Dripping ruptures
Immortality
Bound
Enduring: death is mine to keep
Timelessness: unborn in timely shape
Balancing: between stone and sky
Promulgate: lamentations
Continually: she wails and she whines
Nonetheless: linking stone to sky
Leveling: the tarns to the tides
Circulate: limpid-forming tears
[Tea's Diktat:]
"The darkness is starting and control is done:
The cosmic light is fading, as the shadow's won."
[Chorus - Cairn Warrior in Encouraged Mode:]
It's the lake of your liquid, glass heart
It's bringing your writ; it's bringing you tears
It's filling your thirst and never with fears
It's the tears of my liquid, glass heart
We are three high kings in honor.
We are the midst of Dagda's spell -
We are three armored forces, and
We are the gold-torqued leaders.
Three wild horsemen:
Three fearless in combat -
Three gold-crowned conjurers of clash, yet
Three clannish chiefs from the Kingdom of Midhe...
The leading, foremost tyrant -
The subsequent tormentor, and
The past intimidator of Cythr¡ul
Are impending.
"Has there ever been a better idol than Dagda?
Will there ever be a better icon than myself?"
"In the yes of myself, I fervently speak."
The trio goes out at dawn.
Fiercely, we plan to fight our assailants:
Three of us versus three thousand: complete.
"In the eyes of myself, I adroitly scream!"
"WE WILL ARRIVE AT THE STONE OF DESTINY." (Tara)
"WE WILL REACH THE PERDITION OF IBID." (Cythr¡ul)
INVINCIBLE: we are to their spears!
INTREPIDLY: we occupy our posts!
A FORECAST OF DESTINY!
INVISIBLE: they are to their hands!
INSOLENTLY: they amuse their own pride!
INTERCHANGEABILITY: INNERCHANGEABILITY!
"With the sway of myself, weather means disaster.
I affirm each day for the men of the brave."
[Repeat Verse]
As our swords of steel, their mead, and courage are fused.
Is it not the throne for our Master of the Gulch?
On its trim are rings of pearls, polished.
One seat remains near the jaded citadel.
[First Supposition - Narration:]
"The plains of adoration do lie somewhere below Tara, way below Tara, as a matter of fact.
Sometimes give as Moyslaught and as always, Crom Cruach is welcomed."
"With the sway of myself, weather means disaster.
I affirm each day for the men of the brave."
[Final Supposition - Narration:]
"The notorious Klan stands by the ramparts at Tara where all enemies are approaching.
Being bound by a geis, the three have no choice but to stand against the feeble units.
Enveloping in an opaque mist, they suddenly find themselves in a magical place where they are
received by the deity Manann¡n and a courtly witch. Finally, they begin to walk up the steep
grassland of Tara, with wand and sword, which enables them to distinguish the truth from the lies."
It is the chair for our Master of the Tor.
It is embellished with bullion: marked.
It remains on top of the lofty mound.
It streams gray and silver lining.
It will be an accolade given to us.
East
Invoking: the breaking forth of the light
Instruments: forms of the coarse flames
Aeons of a bornless beyond:
Listen to the voice of Angle!
Devotion
Ever-burning lamps
West
Traveling: the Radix of vibration
Projections: in gale of the Ninth
Stirs of the invisible
Feel four-hundred fifty six winds!
Metatron
The wisdom of the breath
North
Emerging: advent of the visible
Conjectures: adventures into the chasm
Limpid with the brilliance below
Drenched and sodden: inundating
Quadrangle
An excess: abundance
Servants of thunder, they all deliver
Pulling together, all subquadrants fail
South (Dominated)
The speech in silence sounds the Third Angle
Drawn into naught, the points are now quashed
Hath passed and pure gold, the Lion of the Light appears before the faces of Aethyrs
Chorus:
Folk of fear will drive
Astral planes toward the fade of age
Time is thronged by time
Skrying in the spirit vision
Decree:
Oodiorg
He of fire and justice
Doanzin
He who names the waters
Gahtza
Hoath
The old woman of Nippur
Instructs Ninlil to walk the banks of Idnunbirdu
She thrusts he magic (k)
To harvest the mind of the great
mountain-lord Enlil
The bright-eyed king will fall to your anguish
His soul lures the hexagonal room
He who decrees fates - his spirit is caught
His soul lured to the hexagonal room
Nunbarshegunu
A silk veil strewn over you
Your face is the cosmos
You hide it in shame
The lord of fates enthralled
He's bound to Ninlil
The lord of fates enthralled
He's bound to Ninlil
Your daughter, your weapon
You want to be the cosmos!
No shame, no limits
Mother of Ninlil acts
Lord of the fates deluded
To Kurnugi, Enlil is cast
Sin is conceived in the monarchy of death
The dynasty persists: the lunar god comes
to life!
Nunbarshegunu
A silk veil strewn over you
Your face is the cosmos
An empty void will always enlarge itself
It stretches from the nether waters inside
As the chaos lives again: vapors condense
Ushum-Gal allots the beasts to the chantry
Eridu!
Erech!
The waters twist and turn
The malign sprite dances
The natural fiend strikes
The bottom of the sea
How deep the engulfment sleeps?
And the chasm, how deep?
How deep the engrossment haunts?
And the gulch, how deep?
The bedlam is always wide awake
And the chaos alive
Between The Absu of Eridu:
It will call the temples
The bedlam is always wide awake
And the chaos alive
Between The Absu of Erech:
It will call the mountains
The bedlam is always wide awake
And the chaos alive
Between The Absu of Eridu:
It will call the temples
The bedlam is always wide awake
And the chaos alive
Between The Absu of Erech:
It will call the mountains
An empty void will always enlarge itself
It stretches from the nether waters inside
As the chaos lives again: vapors condense
A barbaric land where the sword is the law,
and killing is the way of life.
An infernal wasteland and down a barren plain;
A warrior stands the test of fate.
His face is cracked from the wicked hands of time,
and scars from war have past,
Taking the reins from a shadowy steed,
I shall kill the foyus at it's layer!
Morbid Scream!
Skulls and bones lie relics in the sand;
Remembrance of men that came before.
The ground is scorched from the dragon's breath,
and corpses burned to stench and ash.
I awake in fury when the dragon attacks;
Advancing in anger - spitting fire.
Our barbarous laws, my thundering axe,
The detestable xul
Is chained to Ninnigal
Acknowledge the prayers
Subsequent to earth
The seventh gate of Nana - "Outcry thy sin!",
While the sixth portal of Lord Mastema opens wide.
Nana: God of the Moon: I convoke to thee.
Our terra firma regrets burning the scriptures
An abyss will seek menace towards the reign once again.
Ostentation of your heart is
A heart filled with lunar parallaxes
If you look, The elders anticipate the arrival
...Of the black and amoral innocents
If you look, The Celestial Pantheon will burn
[Cairn Warrior's Appetency of Invultuation:]
I am the one to seek the courtly witch -
She is the one to find me.
I am the one to yearn the dazzling bitch -
She is the one to bind me.
So I say, the spell has begun!
[Tea (Courtly Witch):]
"The darkness is starting and control is done..."
[Cairn Warrior:]
Stones of power inside this sphere
are stark stones of magick -
I am joining the mystic ring,
with this woman, as we implore.
We do implore.
I am aiding the mystic writ;
I am gifted knowledge from deep wells!
[Chorus - Cairn Warrior's First Myaltic Rite:]
Candle of fire, candle of might,
Create my desires here on this night -
This candles stream is suddenly flaming higher!
Bring to me my heart's desire,
My words of strength are suddenly hung,
So I proudly state this spell has begun!
[Cairn Warrior:]
Stones of power within ire
are strong stones of cabal.
I am joined int he magick round,
with this bitch, as we implore.
We shall explore.
With Paralda by my side,
I am granted sylphs and zephyrs!
[Cairn Warrior's Second Myaltic Rite:]
Show me the rings of your cosmic fire,
Make my pathway carved and clear.
Give me a code that's no will of mine,
To show me your presence is here!
[Repeat Cairn Warrior's Second Myaltic Rite]
[Chorus II - Cairn Warrior's Last Myaltic Rite:]
Courtly witch of the beast -
Courtly bitch of the daring arm,
I am your tyro, yet never alarmed!
A dash of thistle, and in my dreams -
Give me the silver-gilt key,
That will unlock the spell...
"He who lives alone, longs only for mercy, the mercy of falling on his side.
The brave have perished in laurel-crowned glory,
yet the brave shall carrythe name of Eire into eternity."
"Eternity is like a flame, it's essence is so limitless."
"Eternity is a deathless pith covering the Southern and burning shores of his
paradise, the Tir Na N'og. When legends of steel were strong, it was louder
than any uproar of thunder."
"...of Celtic fire, he was born. He will live on... FOREVER."
[Lyrical Magick: Proscriptor, Musick: Shaftiel & Equitant]
Never Blow Out The Eastern Candle
Your five-fold kiss was rather invoking;
Beside the chancel is your unphallic wand,
And use it wisely in order to fly.
MOONFIRE!
ALLAXITOS!
My jewel is the lust from your kiss;
Your breasts made me the lover of the three-fold locus,
So take thy hand and join me for elixir,
And we shall ride the portentous serpent tonight.
Your five fold tongue has defiled me,
I'm stranded by the tree of Storax
Thus, we banish your unphallic wand,
In order to make our nexus ecstasy
MOONFIRE!
CUM TO ME.
ALLAXITOS!
CUM WITH THEE.
NEVER BLOW OUT THE EASTERN CANDLE!
NEVER BLOW OUT THE EASTERN CANDLE!
NEVER BLOW OUT THE EASTERN CANDLE!
Thousand after thousand
The years of tradition linger
For the wisdom of magic(k)
The supra catalyst swells
Servants of the arcane order
The hypnotized beings
Can you commemorate?
The burden of ignorance
Clad in robes imprinted with spells
Regress time - degenerate
Founders of mankind,
Come lay your claim
Revert - Annunaki
Those of the void will re-enter
Clad in robes imprinted with spells
Regress time - degenerate
Founders of mankind...
Regress time - Regress time
Though this track is never sung or spoken, in the cd
Booklet they have something wrote down for it, so here it is.
Ioldánach's Accepted Wisdom in Prefaced Tense;
In the great strategy of bout, there will be three thousand score.
They will do as they see fit.
They are neither younger nor older
Than them, in their klans;
A triumph declared: three tyrants will conquer
Surmounting for undying candor,
As one and three will stand as one;
Their swords blemish with crimson clots.
That's a great honor, killing one by one, and
"A GREAT INCENTIVE," according to them.
If they go to where the king is killed, then
They will compose (he shall decompose)-
They will compile a final victory for his fortitude
Namtar, you're the Hyle of plague-ness
A watchman: bound and bound
My staff is the answer (for elucidation)
We shall not climb to the origin of elements
We must examine the base of Gudua
In order to harvest a benthos existence
I call upon the backing of Gugalanna
I paint the bow at the gold crown
Three arrows spear the heart of the staff
The placement of Mars must be equal
Enrapture within Sceptre Command!
The Cylinder seal projects the spell of triangular silhouettes of Irra
Hear me, Namtar
Descending by the stages
Gugalanna
Circules of this great dwelling
Gugalanna
O' breathing, flowing orb - you're in place
O' formless, lifeless mock - your gray place
The Cylinder seal projects the spell of
triangular silhouettes of Irra
Hear me, Namtar
Descending by the stages
Gugalanna
Circules of this great dwelling
Gugalanna
O' breathing, flowing orb - you're in place
O' formless, lifeless mock - your gray place
THOSE ABOVE...
THOSE BELOW...
FIRST ORDER!
I paint the bow at the gold crown
Three arrows spear the heart of the staff
The placement of Mars must be equal
Enrapture within Sceptre Command!
The Cylinder seal projects the spell of triangular silhouettes of Irra
Hear me, Namtar
Descending by the stages
Gugalanna
Circules of this great dwelling
Gugalanna
O' breathing, flowing orb - you're in place
O' formless, lifeless mock - your gray place
Thank you, O' Great Ones
Now, Kuta's repressed
My solar cantrip...
My fourteen afreets...
Anon, Gudua's placed
Narrator:
Three embraced each other
Namtar, Nergal and Mars
The truncheon gripped the light
This is for you
Temple in the earth
A beacon of fire
A shrine for Eridu
The moon's bright trace
A pathway to your vault
Your spell is close
Its light holds a face
The Sun still sleeps
While the ancient ones return
Here stands the mighty chantry
Inlaid with black-blue lapis
You're seized by the Ushum-Gal
Enclosed in Girra's Temple
Sirrush is flying over
Storming over Neti's gates
Ea awaits your arrival
Inside...
The seeds have been planted
A long, long time ago
Early, utopian visions
You can only fantasize
One abyss: one temple
One mind: one design
In course of the setting Sun
You can only realize
Bashmu!
Sirrush! Ea!
Narr Marratu!
Narr Marratu!
Ea! Kingu!
Lakhmu!
Lakhamu!
Lakhmu!
Lakhamu!
Here stands the mighty chantry
Inlaid with black-blue lapis
You're seized by the Ushum-Gal
Enclosed in Girra's Temple
Sirrush is flying over
Storming over Neti's gates
Ea awaits your arrival
The balance emergence
The strict ardour
Loshu is expecting
The first of the six
The essence of Saturn
Yesod and Moon
There is not a square to close the system
Five breaks silence
The stabilization
The lamp courier
Three Wands and Three Adepts
Six equates strife
Tripareth and Yî King
Scorpio: Son of Sun
Gratify master keys to two gates of initiation
24th Hexagram
4th line formed: Sacrament
Binah drawn, harmonized to six times: 24th
Hexagram
All planets are arranged
Tripareth reaffirmed
Six concentric in the cube
Lunar path?
The hits of the Swords inside the magic(k)
square
Represents the cosmos and energy
The temper of the inquisitor
Represents the Phallus and the prince-priest
The six of Swords is the symbol of the Sun
Showing the full establishment
Their points touch the hedge of the cipher
TO META OHPION!
The six of Swords is the symbol of the Sun
Showing the full establishment
Their points touch the hedge of the cipher
TO META OHPION!
Their points touch the hedge of the cipher
Within upheaval
I am filed between them
A dark cloud: evident
Apparent: parasite-hoards
Contained by ancient tongues
Aghast in aspect
On momentous days
I teach validities
Of the sea and the secrets
The crux: "The Primeval Source"
In the planes of the shining lodes
Za-ab: return to the source
Elemental!
Flanked by the sixth and seventh
The spheres which make the signs
Vual and Scor
I'm Zagan of 13 Globes
Flanked by the sixth and seventh
The spheres which make the signs
Vual and Scor
I'm Zagan of 13 Globes
You shall ascend: Durson
MA.GUR.NU.AB.ZU
Aid me minder: Durson
MA.GUR.NU.AB.ZU
33 legions bow before me now
Fundamental!
Flanked by the sixth and seventh
The spheres which make the signs
Vual and Scor
I'm Zagan of 13 Globes
Flanked by the sixth and seventh
The spheres which make the signs
Vual and Scor
I'm Zagan of 13 Globes
You shall ascend: Durson
MA.GUR.NU.AB.ZU
Aid me minder: Durson
MA.GUR.NU.AB.ZU
33 legions bow before me now
Many became the victim of the hunt
and attack
Inside the Order was a ruse for the fall
A greater key was used to open the portals
Afterwards, mages were allocated
underneath
He practiced his knacks and skills of trickery
Most malicious, he became revolting
Spirits were locked inside the mirrored vestibule
The Circle was ambushed by cornered, lined frontiers
Grabbing a staff, he waited for the practical
Dressed in the robe, he adjured the Circle
(Faultless seal, a greater key, ascendancy)
"O' Amy, you're the foremost of sphere and space"
"O' Amy, you're the foremost of fortune and splendour"
He saw and aloof principle as one being
Most sharp-eyed, he watched day transfigure
to the night (from the fire, combustion)
The mages self-sustained the beckon (summoning)
Studying bleak matter tied to obscured strings
A morph-genetic field of imps disturbed then
ANNIHILATE - the seeds of real
ABANDON - the standard dimension feel
ASSIMILATE - the logic of chaos
ABSU - Balance the serpent
At nightfall, burgundy eyes arise
Beginning of the cosmic dances
Surrealistic, the serpent's command
Ugallu, obey the magus' rule
ANNIHILATE - the seeds of real
ABANDON - the standard dimension feel
ASSIMILATE - the logic of chaos
ABSU - Balance the serpent
A frenzied rupture opens the stone
Out pours the beam and the shaft of light
Point it straight to the mountain's zenith
Ye Utukku awake, Utukku
ANNIHILATE - the seeds of real
ABANDON - the standard dimension feel
ASSIMILATE - the logic of chaos
ABSU - Balance the serpent
Unrestrained, the light razes the night
Savage, causer of the mystical
Bring the Ginyaatlie of lava
Achieve theory from the mythical
Nisir - Tedloonetaa of salvation
Nisir - Mountain of elevation
Kukhwa - Burn over the dome
Ye Utukku awake, ye Absu rage
ANNIHILATE - the seeds of real
ABANDON - the standard dimension feel
ASSIMILATE - the logic of chaos
ABSU - Balance the serpent
ANNIHILATE - the seeds of real
ABANDON - the standard dimension feel
ASSIMILATE - the logic of chaos
One silver cloud collapsed below the glow of a harvest fullmoon.
'Cause we're here to make an oath
and we'll raise our realm in a sky of maroon.
Our stratosphere turned dark; however,
the Western winds never stopped blowing.
All deceiving religions fall, we'll gonna close our hands,
and make our own way.
Ignite the wroth flames -
3 fires to the sky
Before the violence,
We stand before the most, wild beast.
We'll rape the peace.
Once again,
We summon you,
To join us all!
Standing upon the sand of the shores
was a Queen, with a crown, of 13 stars.
She worships the dragon above,
which exalts impiety in that wild beast.
Our father is here with us and we'll summon you to join us.
If we're bonded by jewels and blood on our fists,
then we hail you within kingdoms of mist.
Gorias! (The silver sword of the moon)
Finias! (The flaming lancet of the sun)
[Cairn Warrior's Atrocious Assertion to War:]
I (still) admire the flow of echoing horns.
Mimicking blows so boldly, I hear...
I stand visibly, high, on this splendid bastion,
To remember a High King, a tyrant of no fear
I am the first son: a commander without a father,
"Fortuitous doom," the last of his predictions.
I'll take advantage by igniting the balusters...
Preparing enraged flames with sweltering speed.
[Chorus I - Cairn Warrior and Art Aenfer's War Exclamation (High King of Tara):]
(THESE ARE THE) PILLARS OF MERCY!
Today, I am callous...
Tomorrow, I am king -
Immortal, strong, exultant, and conquering!
[Chorus II:]
PILLARS OF MERCY!
My song and my word are iniquitous -
Gathering assemblies in days gone by!
[Chorus III:]
(FIRE BURNS WITH THE) PILLARS OF MERCY!
My chariot races through saw-toothed hills,
And hurls through every valley and mere!
[Chorus IV:]
PILLARS OF MERCY!
Watchtowers collapse before the lift of the twilight,
I am swift in battle-
My voice is heard!
PILLARS OF MERCY!
Frost, fire, and wind are pelting all the columns...
There is no dilution for them to fight again!
Only three chariots are seen on the charred plains -
Through all the throngs and clusters, lambs and stallions!
"If you should speak to me now,
Then I will chamber Tara's pinnacle.
Why my father? Another damning scuffle?
I (still) admire the sound of echoing horns!"
[Chorus V - Cairn Warrior and Art Aenfer's War Exclamation (High King of Tara):]
(THOSE WERE THE) PILLARS OF MERCY!
Frenzied vultures gnawed the necks of dead men,
As the sturdy, gilded columns had seethed!
[Chorus VI:]
PILLARS OF MERCY!
Enemies' blood spurted like volley sprigs-
The blustery fight was planned, then fought!
[Chorus VII:]
(FLAMES FLAYED ON THE) PILLARS OF MERCY!
Their vapid minds were troubled and sides were pierced-
And warlike deeds had been fulfilled!
[Chorus VIII:]
PILLARS OF MERCY!
We saluted chieftains on the regal Tara -
We hailed the tyrants that governed our waters!
PILLARS OF MERCY!
STRIKE!
[Terminus:]
There shall be no lack of dignity,
For those who oppose them.
[Repeat Terminus]
As we journey over to the summit
We hear the echoes of dispossession
Who is to worry about our affliction
When my body departs from the shame
The wickedness my sinfullness
You may swell to the elysian fields
But the befall of Marduk will trace the literal thruth
The Utuk xul! Wine's Holy Fool!
Whereby to capture and atone the clouded soul
The weeping apparition looks for duration
Conjectures of being vulgar, then godless ways
Euphony sounds the sanctum bell
I will structure the ordained spell
Guide the mistress versus the throne
Here's the first seed of the inquisition
Black lake current sailed past the rushes
Dismal heights will melt the scarlet snow
I'll give my sorrow to the lady in white
'O' pale flower, you'll feel the vein in depth.'
The wanderers of the eroded
The gates of Ganzir!
The Magnum Opus
The Xenolith!
Monuments of a vanquished civilization
A cenotaph of theomorphic conjurations
Sempiternity of the ones of our underworld
Archetypal images awaits the declivity
Infinite and profane thrones
Absymal sighs of the damned
(Lyrical Magick: Proscriptor) (Voice: Proscriptor) (Bass: Equitant)
1st Verse
+++++++++
Laughter from Esharra is convincing, but unclaimed.
The last of Ka drifts across the river
- Our sky outside has not been named.
Two Ugalla-demons start their battle
- Tempest of the creek is floored in flames.
Winds of Imhullu foretold their weather
- Sea-dwelling floods reply without names.
Taste the salty tides of the Apzu
- Alight seven tablets wearing steel of lame.
Laughter from Esharra is convincing, but unclaimed.
Chorus:
6000 years past away to let the Utu tribes hear the lying words against
Azzta's truth.
6000 years past away to let the Utu tribes hear the lying words against
Azzta's truth.
6000 years past away to let the Utu tribes hear the lying words against
Azzta's truth.
Ea's eye is the way........
Repeat 1st Verse
(Lead: Shaftel)
Bridge:
We are the ones who know the mountain passes,
and we'll search the battlefields,
in order to FIND THE ESSENTIAL WEAPONS corroded within the tan dust.
Marduk, Anu, Ellil, and Ea watch us all to test our bold and drastic strength,
so Tiamat SNEERS WITH THE HATE AND COMMANDS the storm-chariot of the horses.
Their teeth and heart carry poison to strike us down,
but cannot fill our veins with venom.
We warned you twice:
"WE COMMAND THE MUSHUSSU!"
"SHARP OF TOOTH AND STRIKE OF FANG!"
"HORNED SERPENT OF THE UNCLAIMED!"
"SHINE!"
2nd Verse
+++++++++
Make a path, fix the hour, and raise the seed
The dragon's semen is what you drink to be crowned by night
"Belet-ili, O great pythoness, kiss me!"
"Belet-ili, O great pythoness, kiss me!"
With the billowing fog, the abyss speaks below
Your wings of force cannot warp you through the times
"Belet-ili, O great pythoness, caress me!"
"Belet-ili, O great pythoness, caress me!"
In the ninth aeon, Esharra ceases the laughter
Then, Imhulla assembles the blazing cycllone
"Belet-ili, O great pythoness, embrace me!"
"Belet-ili, O great pythoness, embrace me!"
Now you are spiritually drunk from the dragon's semen,
So set your arrow in the bow and coat it with the poison
"Belet-ili, O great pythoness, clutch me!"
"Belet-ili, O great pythoness, clutch me!"
...AND SHINETH UNTO THE COLD COMETH...
{MI NA SAMHNA/NOVEMBRE, 1993}
...With sword at my side,
The horns sound the call of assembly.
Black fuckin' leather is my way of life,
as flames and burning winds cover the Earth!
(Slaughter!)
Miles of frozen lands are far behind us...
We ride along the margin of the woods.
O' great is the black swords of Eire.
Thus to speak is the shame of your lord.
We ride through the bleak winter skies;
hearts full of hate and steel shining bright!
Alas, it's ill, to walk in my shadow...
O' master of doom, you are alone.
In chariots of fire we went forth,
To call the spell of blazing flames.
My black sword of Eire has returned.
In glory, of the land, of the flame.
Child of wisdom and words...
Son of magick and the sword.
Call the spells of burning winds!!!
Swords And Leather - ...with steel, flame, and honor!!!
Swords And Leather - ...our brave hearts will conquer!!!
Swords And Leather - ...with steel, flame, and honor!!!
Swords And Leather - ...our Celtic blood will conquer!!!
...With sword at my side,
The horns sound the call of assembly.
Black fuckin' leather is our way of life,
Evil
Summoned to war
Eternal conquest for power
Gathering armies of death
To fight and kill at will
Sinister weapons of war
Piercing metal and man
Warriors
Mounted on steeds
Ride out into the mist
Awaiting
The signal to attack
Swords clash and men fall to their death
Aimless pawn
Only to die by my hand
Battle cry
Blood stains upon his chest
Endless
Eternal Pain
Thousands die for a king
Wretched
Weary souls
Raging battle never ends
Hatred
Inflicting death
Destroying the weak at heart
Eternity
Becomes less
War has drawn to an end
Overthrown
The emperor falls in defeat
Great halls
Crack and decay with neglect
Dethroned
He cries out in vengeance
Impaler
Mark is words of death
Shadows
Crusades of the past
Triumph through the fog
Sunsets drip into dusk
Flows like blood on my blade
Massacre the feckless breed
Dismiss all empty thrones
Riding, beyond the clouds,
damnation ends in despair
Awaiting
The signal to attack
Swords clash and men fall to their death
Aimless pawn
Only to die by my hand
Battle cry
The dragon's guide is chance
When the waters are disturbed
In the name of the great Pythoness
[Instrumental]
Across the northern seas, we travel
The cold freezing winds will arouse us
Spells from a woman have sent us to the seas of avagon
Transformed by our mother, we are
I am CuChulainn, the warrior of Ulster
We'll search the lands to discover the Tir Na N'og
The sea god guides our ship to Ireland
The storms push us to the palace of Visnech
Our swords with fire are rising
Our axes with fire have risen
The call from the silver horn to Visnech splits the air
Warriors answered the horn behind the western lands
Hoofs and steel hammered past the cries beyond the thorned hills
Acknowledging the commands from the king
Our play lies north to the path of Nite
And brings us upon the fortress walls where battles raged
Raise the magick hammer of Mjollnir
Your underworld of Annwvyn draws us through
Emer, thy lucious woman, I shall sleep with you
I kiss the naked skin of white
I lust your black hair, my woman divine
I see a holocaust in your eyes
(You are my princess of live)
(You are my princess of life)
Feis Mor Tir Na N'Og
In the land of Visnech, the darkness never sinks away
All will fall upon the southern steel, yet behind the burning fires
Now, we bathe at the bleeding coast, while women laugh with the Gailant
knights
How sad is it to see my father's fallen halls?
Can I feel the pure blast from the frigid winds?
I awake the gods Epona, Cernunnos, and Lugh
Yes, I'm CuChulainn, warrior fo Ulster
(repeat verse)
In order to worship with fire and sword
The storms shall force us to the palace of Visnech
Cold, cold, how cold are the plains of Lugh?
You should ask thy Emer to reply
We've finally found the last paradise
It remains in the light of Tir Na N'Og
With the hand of Ler, Irish Sea god
We shall complete our long excursion
I stood before my reflection
With a beloved adherent
Waiting beneath the cross for a purpose
To drink my tepid blood from the chalice
Impart thou in the text of Scourge
And cleft through the veil of the virgin
Purity is to live
To the highest; and the highest is unjust
[chorus:]
Fantasizing to the third of my gentile sight
In the gate of the mind appears
And arise with turbulence called I
[repeat chorus:]
The artfullness of the blind Shabbathai
For thee have I worshipped the Stars
I cried, while you perpetually died
...On top of Black Montanus of thy Septentrio
Animus of an aged Tetragrammaton
With stains, a lucid cicatrix of disgrace
With joyful, elated Endeavour
O lilywhite goat
Frail as a thicket of thorns
With a collar of gold for thy throat
A crimson bow for thy horns
O lilywhite goat
You made ma Paganal dreams erroneous
Eko, Azarak,
Eko, Eko, Zamilak,
Eko, Eko, Cernunnos
Eko, Eko, Aradia.
Darksome night and ardent moon,
The chalice is passed, then ye fall North;
Hearken to the enchantress' rune--
Listen to the words to cry ye forth.
Earth and water, ether and fire,
Wand and pentacle and sword,
Toil ye unto our desire,
Hearken ye unto our word.
Unfettered and censet, scourge and knife,
Powers of the enchantress' blade--
Waken all ye into life,
Ecliptic sects are obtained by fluxions
Phenomenon of the Holy Qabalah will
Intervene with the serpent of Daath
The inmost godhead of Phallus
Deems the temperament of Kan and Yi King
Ancient attitudes of equipoise
Drastic seasons of ceremonial permutations
There is not a creation in the firmament
The direction to conduct an angels choir
I'm still pleeding to the heinous-eyed cherubim
To see this bemired vesture of waste
Equinox!
You are the force of Lotus
And the Path of live
The venus in my cancer
And consolidation of the dyad
You are the strict joy of ectasy
And the power of yellowish light
Pour water on thyself
Thus shalt thou be
A creator of the sun
Charon will inhibit his entrance
The fields and dwellings of relapsing ruins
Find thou thyself in every star
Achieve thou every possibility
Listen! Heed not the siren-voice of thought
The fable of river #5
Deliverme athwart the earth
Forsaken loam of wondrous slumbers
Thee spiritual and thee fertile
A spawn of full equilibrium
But whose availeth is in this,
For hereby there comenth impair
Facillis descensus Acherni
Noctes atque dies patet
Atri ianua Charnus
Sed revocare gradun sperasque
Evadere ad aurus,
Hoc opus, hic labor est.
There was not a formal sepulcher
Not one sector for the interment
Throth with thee empire of hope
Goat of the welkin, A goat that dwells,
Horned conqueror of the night -
Lend your skill unto the spell,
And force our will by magick rite.
By all the endowment of land and sea
By all the might of moon and sun -
As we do will, so mote it be;
Chant the spell, and be it done.
Eko, Eko, Azarak,
Eko, Eko, Zamilak,
Eko, Eko, Cernunnos,
In the name
I give the powers to the spell
In the name
True visions of time are forthcoming
In the name
I confer brawn to incantations
In the name
Gray vapors begin to clamber high
The great scimitar of Barzai
Alabaster statuette of Yebsu
The representation of Koth
Cobalt flames light the blaze of Laurel
In the day
Mars and Saturn make collision
In the day
Place the ewer upon the fire
In the day
All the secrets are deaf in silence
In the day
I am the Lord of every Spectre
In the light
Grant equal parts of rune and weapon
In the light
Place the green glass onto the seal
In the light
Four winds cry the words of control
In the light
Seven nights will unchain the soul
In the name
I give uproar to the Great Abyss
In the name
I give the powers to the spell
In the name
Of the unction inside the sigil
In the name
Remember!
Remember the drift of the night's fire?
Where the flames run around with desire
Blazes spread to the fore charring the foe
Granting the competence and burning all
The headmaster of magicians is
The serpent -king and the slayer
The possessor of the torches speaks
To the night with desire
The night's fire dances to a song of fall and wonder
The sultry weapon that calls you here now
The majesty is the power
Which corrupts the offspring (the paltry)
That shall never transpire
And always be denied
That shall never transpire
And always be denied (be declined)
The sun is sable
The moon is weeping
The planets are failing
As the earth starts to shake
The flames look secure
Within all the chaos
The fire sounds safe
Like a voice from the sky
The keys to hereafter
The flaxen-crimson embers
The symbols and the signals of
Destruction and withering
A night's fire is
The portrait of what was
Of what is
Of what is to come
So we shall singe them and
We shall burn them and
We will destroy them to
Remember the pith of the night's fire
The night's fire torches hatred to stone
As the sun turns cold
The stars fall fast and
[Lyrical magick/Obscurity: Proscriptor & Equitant, Musick: Proscriptor & Shaftiel]
I am a wave: on the rapt Cythraul
I am a flood: across the croggy plain
I am a wind: of seven gates
I am a tear: the Sun lets fall
I am
Manannan
Mac Lir
Noble warrior of lycanthropy
I am
Fachta
High King
To shake thy cloak shall bring outbreak
I am a tide: that drags to engulfment
I am a current: a compass towards Visnech
I am a tempest: the onslaught of outburst
I am a zephyr: theirs is second pain
I am
Manannan
Mac Lir
Avatar from sail to sea
Thy horse
Aonbharr
Grand Steed
Chariots forever lead
I am an ocean womb: of all abysms
I am a blaze: for every burning bathym
I am a lure: of the plumbless benthos
I am a breaker: bottomlessness doom
I am
Manannan
Mac Lir
Shape-changer; lar of Deep
Thy Sword
Fragarch
"The Answerer..."
Remember me thou art all wind
And back with gusts thou shalt return.
I'm the hawk: above this cliff, behind the waves
I'm the thorn: exude this rose, yet fleece the sky
...fleece the sky
I'm the hill: where poets walk and Tara lies
I'm the throne: from a tantalizing glimpse
...from a tantalizing glimpse.
I'm the hawk: above this cliff, behind the waves
I'm the thorn: exude this rose, yet fleece the sky
...fleece the sky
I'm the hill: where poets walk and Tara lies
I'm the throne: from a tantalizing glimpse
...from a tantalizing glimpse.
Hear the thunder roll
I am
Manannan
Yawning benthos came first, terra firma, next Desire
Erebus of old Night, Day of Aethyr
Neither of these were Being, reality, nor Non-being
Perdurability, neither of death
Chorus:
The Wanderers of the Waste infested plateaus:
Time and Space
Then, Sirius prearranged calendars of lone
Continuum
Astral sketch was not self-incandescent
Its light was produced by rays of the Sun
Eyeless void felt generations of heat
The first seed of Mind – The Light of the South
Breath by itself
Without wind, pyramids…
Concentrated
Cyclic flux, triangles…
Air nor Earth nor were protected as of yet.
The water was not deep, yet unfathomable
Nonentity occurred
Darkness swathed in darkness: unmanifestation
Decree:
Chaos never dies
Sothis hides beyond the aeon
Locked forever
Unfaltering
The Sun behind the Sun spawns twin aspects of tide
Up, down was beginning to frame itself
Casters of the second seed gained control (of the Deep)
Energy was beneath - impulse above.
Demonic laughter your cremation
Your lungs gasp for air but are filled with blood
A sudden crack as I crushed your skull
The remind of your life flashes by
A life that soon won't be
Smiling with axe in my hand
Evil's rotten hand you'll see
I come forward
Deathcrush
I'll send you to your maker
I'll send you to your death
Death nicely crucified
Death, heads on stakes
The barbeque has just begun
Deathcrush - Deathcrush - Deathcrush
Crush - Crush
Deathcrush
Deathcrush
Sea of uruk
I taste the salt of you
I hunt through sands of Roba El Khaliyeh
Dumuzi Apzu
Your allure is so very pure
Zi Dingir Anna Kanpa
You shall drown the fearless ones
The sword of Lapis Lazuli Diadem
Your fullness and strength is my delight
Edin Na Zu, Edin Na Zu
The stars have spoken to me
They've told me the tale of your past
Battles were clashed by you
Long before the cosmos existed
O' mountains of Mashu
Please help me to find the grey stone
I lost it, yet it's symbol unequals your race
I am in search of the Northern Nineveh;
it's beyond the hills of Zagros
I thrust my sword onto the veil, and then, in the Earth
Reversed lightning strikes Sumerian sands
They glance at me with eyes of Sunkun Varloorni
Their eyes flare red with glowing embers
Follow the path of gold and ye shall find the symbols:
Arra, Agga, and Bandar
In my sleeping village of Bet Durrabia,
Shabatu forces the nineteenth hour
Ye go to thy Apzu; the unsightly abyss of Enidu
Ye go to thy Apzu; the impious axis of Enidu
I have traveled beneth the seas
in search of our master's palace
I have finally found the grey stone
of the immemorial ones
I have raised my armies in the lands
of the eastern, summoning hordes
I have seen Ngga, God of Heathens,
as my sword Diadem gleams
The cosmos shall be greeted from the blood of thez serpent
A serpent well known as Tehom Mummu Tiamat
Man shall be greeted from the blood of Kingu
Thy queen of mashu will haunt the vision of your breed
O' my queen, I feel your skin of white,
I touch your breasts of life,
yet there's a battle I must fight
Zagros, Avagon, Ngga, Shabatu
Thy skin of white misses you
Please don't leave me ever, nevermore
Unless you go, please take me with you
We'll ride onto wings of Anzu
I heard the bellow of wolves behind the half-burnt waves
The tides of uruk swept your tongue across the salty floor
We have found the Apzu; our birthplace toward Avagon
We have found the Apzu; our meridian toward the dark
Munus Sigsigga
Ag Bara ye
Innin Aggish Xashxur
Gishnu urma
Voor Our Earth of black blemishes with a curse
Conclaves of spirits evoke and call forth
One grand night follows by a lone cold night
As the seven grottos head to the bowels of Earth
The dead shall know there is never peace to make the first sign of Voor
Flouting through the gates of astral planes to the second sign of Kish
Dwelling in the outlines of wraiths to the third sign of Koth
The dead shall nosh upon passageways of ye Elder Ones
Diversified signs inscribe a reminder for the shade of spirits
It protects those who would evoke ye powers by night
Serpentine lamias and ravage-clawed harpies
Liquefy and eat into the gifts of decay
Every dream of man and woman coils by the worm
As the ghouls race to the world of the living
The dead shall know there is never peace to make the first sign of Voor
Flouting through the gates of astral planes to the second sign of Kish
Dwelling in the outlines of wraiths to the third sign of Koth
The dead shall nosh upon passageways of ye Elder Ones
Diversified signs inscribe a reminder for the shade of spirits
It protects those who would evoke ye powers by night
Serpentine lamias and ravage-clawed harpies
Liquefy and eat into the gifts of decay
Every dream of man and woman coils by the worm
Long ago - in the shade of timberlands
Horses and wolves united - with our invoking orbit
In order to blister - the green summer plains
We heard commands - from our benighted master:
"Reap from the illumated sky
...and become visible to thy eye!"
"I beseech thee; I entreat me"
"O circle of storms, my shield is cracked!"
We stand here to cultivate
And summon smoke from the meadow
A sweep of an athame
(The widdershin), willunlock the deep portals
Long ago - in the shade of timberlands
Horses and wolves united - with our invoking orbit
In order to blister - the green summer plains
We heard commands - from our benighted master:
"Ye overseer of the watchtowers below all clouds;
we thank you for framing the Rite of Hagiel.
Bygone and beyond, we must always and without ease, be explused.
The season or solstice is complete when the shepherd of
Wolves lie upon vanishing hill's way.
We shall lure thy lost flock from shadows onto day.
Aloneness is our space of winged sleep and sight;
Ripping tearing slashing the axe
The blood starts to flow the axe of pain
Running for safety eyes start to bleed
Red is the sight of evil pain
Swing of the axe the curse is on you
Returning to take you away
Swing of the axe your evil deeds
Friend of Satan he will succeed
You had your choice
You chose your ways
You took the devil he's wrong
Your mind is mistaken
Your soul has been taken
Your brain's been twisted and lost
I can see
The river of flames
Where you'll be cast and thrown
Heavens of fire
At Satan's desire
Hell is now your home
Sin after sin
Your brains are crushed in
This is the way that you want
Wrong from the start
You weren't so smart
[Manann¡n's Notions from Emain Ablhach:]
I am a wave: on the rapt Cythr¡ul
I am a flood: across the croggy plain
I am a wind: of seven gales
I am a tear: the Sun lets fall
[Chorus I:]
I am
Manann¡n
Mac Lir
Noble warrior of lycanthropy
I am
Fachtna
High King
To shake thy cloak shall bring outbreak
I am a tide: that drags to engulfment
I am a current: a compass towards Visnech
I am a tempest: the onslaught of outburst
I am a zephyr: theirs is second pain
[Chorus II:]
I am Manann¡n
Mac Lir
Avatar from sail to sea
Thy horse
Aonbharr
Grand Steed
Chariots forever lead
I am an ocean's womb: of all abysms
I am a blaze: for every burning bathym
I am a lure: of the plumbless benthos
I am a breaker: bottomlessness doom
[Chorus III:]
I am
Manann¡n
Mac Lir
Shape-changer; Lar of deep
Thy sword
Fragarch
"The Answerer..."
[Bridge:]
Remember me, thou art all wind
And back with gusts thou shalt return
I'm the hawk: above this cliff, behind the waves
I'm the thorn: exude this rose, yet fleece the sky
...FLEECE THE SKY
I'm the hill: where poets walk and Tara lies
I'm the throne: from a tantalizing glimpse
...FROM A TANTALIZING GLIMPSE
[Repeat 4th & 5th Verse]
[Chorus IV:]
Hear the thunder roll
I am
Manann¡n,
And fear the sky shall fall [x5]
[Repeat Chorus IV]
I am not limited to this Underworld.
I am settled in this Barrenness.
I am kept in this Emptiness.
I am not restricted to this Underworld. (182)
I travel Earth in the train of You.
I offer Earth to reach the field of You.
I walk Earth to see the mark of You.
I proffer Earth to feel the lure of You. (182) (FOREKNOWLEDGE)
Hail to you, prime mover of the Deep.
Sun of the heart: possessor of Voids.
The awe of whom created This.
The thirst of this revered Abyss. (182) (ADAEOT)
[Pre-Chorus:]
BEINGS, BY-COMINGS, THOUGHTS...
MONADS, ATOMS, WAVES...
APERTURES, GULFS, CHASMS...
RESULTS AMONGST RESULTS!
[Chorus:]
I have made, for myself, a space within Time.
I mutely descend to the cavity of my Cell.
I am the furtive seeker ensnared Underneath.
Vorago!
[Chorus II:]
My gray wand is your Bout.
Your grandeur is my Time.
My sunray si your Beam.
Your splendor is my Turn.
My circlet is your Crown.
Your allure is my Shape.
My pattern is your Kind.
Your extent is my Scope.
My seat is your Center.
Your merit is my Dint.
My throne is your Rule.
Your misdeed is my Sin.
My void is your Stone.
Your retort is my Key.
My stone is Yourself.
Your result is my Fate.
[Post-Chorus:]
VORAGO! [x4]
[Repeat Chorus]
[Pre-Chorus II:]
SEEING THROUGH ILLUSIONS!
NAUGHT = MANY = TWO!
SEEING THROUGH ILLUSIONS!
ONE = ALL = EIGHT!
[Repeat Chorus II]
"O' you abyssic essence who is before me and who follows after my heart,
usher me in at your usherings,
for you are the one who guides me,
who escorts my anima under the Earth,
[Mong¡n:]
A Cairn warrior dressed in his harness feeling fury and frenzy.
His silky top had blood stained gauze stretched across his pecks.
His tartan had lines of symmetry running east and west.
An embellished shield with an iron face was embraced in his left hand.
[Bridge - Eremon (Chieftain of Cairn):]
"I welcome thee, o' victorious, I'm skirmishing...at the lift!"
"I welcome thee, o' victorious, I'm skirmishing...by the dark!"
[Mong¡n:]
He rushed to feed the fire,
As honor gained him a home -
He veered beyond the pyres,
The Son of Cairn sat enthroned.
An iron shield gaped toward the sky,
With oak wood and leather backing;
Reprisal lead the way to his mind,
And so it did.
[Cairn Warrior's Question of Vindication:]
"C¡ bhfuilimid ag dul amarach?" ("Where are we marching tomorrow?")
[Chorus - Iold¡nach:]
A shield with an iron face gapes towards the sky,
The death of a man is never going to die.
A resolute falcon gawks back at the armor -
On the wing, yet on the lifting hour.
[Lyrical Magick: Proscriptor, Musick: Shaftiel]
They stare towards the heart
They stare at the stone
He'll upend the plate of angles;
She'll upend the plate of angles
V dashes of Mercury
And Asarus Alchemy
Will channel V archangels... V archangels
[Chorus I:]
"In the Sun we remember;
In the planets we forget
We've come unto a hall and Asaru is who we've met"
Huluppu roots are forked
Like veins in a canny hand;
Their leaves have scuttled
In spiraled force
A VI fold nova,
Fleurs de lys...
V cards are placed in the hand of the course.
[Chorus II:]
"O' Abyssia we recall;
In spiraled force, they will fall
Man, staff and the silver gilt key shall take us to
V.I.T.R.I.O.L."
[Mandate of Pandemonium (Solos: Shaftiel):]
"Dreamer!" : "Redeemer!"
"Dreamer!" : "Redeemer!"
"Dreamer!" : "Redeemer!"
"The Abyss!" : "V.I.T.R.I.O.L.!"
[Repeat Mandate of Pandemonium]
Their Universe...
It's constantly changing,
And every change in force
It's constantly dying.
Svaddistthana:
Sakkya-ditti
Rearrange V cards, yet are they lying?
[Repeat Chorus I]
Closing verdant curtains
Closure is the apex;
One curve is the asp,
But the snake is a path in light
These twins are emerging,
Geminis still verging,
Yet Atu still carries the knife.
"You will hear my commands when cries never fade!"
"I grasp my pole-ax in hand with stock, steel, and mace!"
"I clutch the soulless winds that stir the Ginder trees!"
"I extol beneath a wrathful, yet a constant lunar eye!"
The last clash will crown one son to the Pictish throne.
"My father's the king!" cries this tyrant, aimed for bloodshed.
Three flags will fly between the Esk and Dee rivers.
"The triumph's my king!" screams this baron son, devised for war.
Follow the tracks of this mailed horseman (geared with pole-ax in his hand).
The blades from Balkan Hills are sharpened (cut for slaying and whetted to fight).
The child has proven his gallantry (he shall not abuse Teutonic codes).
He's spiked and sent forth in a frenzy (their king sits at his table).
"Far free of these castle walls, I thought I heard your scream!"
This Is The Highland Tyrant Attack!
They eradicate the feeble by their Celtic law of tanistry.
Highland Tyrant Attack!
The rank of the cnihthad is the onslaught for their enemies.
Highland Tyrant Attack!
Garters on their left arms are fastened for chivalry.
Highland Tyrant Attack!
All of the vanquished battalions are thrown into the corries.
Highland Tyrant Attack!
They eradicate the feeble by their Celtic law of tanistry.
Highland Tyrant Attack!
The rank of the cnihthad is the onslaught for their enemies.
Highland Tyrant Attack!
"Our flags have soared O'er the Esk and Dee rivers!"
"We, the cnihts, are crowned for tier and not our lies!"
"Horse and Hattock took us back to the realm of Balkan Hills!"
"We, the cnihts, have formed the lines, before the rites!"
"We'el pursue to spit on their pledge and curse them, as the light breaks!"
As we journey over to the summit
We hear the echoes of dispossession
Who is to worry about our affliction
When my body departs from the shame
The wickedness my sinfullness
You may swell to the elysian fields
But the befall of Marduk will trace the literal thruth
The Utuk xul! Wine's Holy Fool!
Whereby to capture and atone the clouded soul
The weeping apparition looks for duration
Conjectures of being vulgar, then godless ways
Euphony sounds the sanctum bell
I will structure the ordained spell
Guide the mistress versus the throne
Here's the first seed of the inquisition
Black lake current sailed past the rushes
Dismal heights will melt the scarlet snow
I'll give my sorrow to the lady in white
'O' pale flower, you'll feel the vein in depth.'
The wanderers of the eroded
The gates of Ganzir!
The Magnum Opus
The Xenolith!
Monuments of a vanquished civilization
A cenotaph of theomorphic conjuratiOns
Sempiternity of the ones of our underworld
Archetypal images awaits the declivity
Infinite and profane thrones
Absymal sighs of the damned
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