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• Advent - Opeth
• Advent - Dead Can Dance
• Advent - Jackopierce
• Three Seasons - Advent
• The Dawn - Advent
• With Anger - Advent
• The Cost - Advent
• Reflection - Advent
• Paradise Lost - Advent
• Eulogy - Advent
• Pierced With Grief - Advent
• Nothing - Advent
• Naked And Cold - Advent
• Doubt. Fear. Desolation - Advent
• Out Of Line - Advent
• I Am - Advent
• Hanging The Giants - Advent
• Golgotha - Advent
• Landscape - Advent
• Revival - Advent
• Pack Of Fools - Advent
• Overcome - Advent
• Valholl - Advent
• The Thing That Sleep In The Abyss - Advent
• The Anger Of Death - Advent
• Shub-Niggurath - Advent
• Set Apart - Advent
• La Lama (The Blade) - Advent
• Intro - Advent
• Crown Of Thorns - Advent
• Blackout - Advent
• Beyond The Landscape - Advent
• A Closed Room - Advent
• Advent - Loriot

It was all true
A parlour strode, and the night sets forever
I stray in the quiet cold
And you gird me when I dare to listen
Elastic meadow, endless arms of sorrow
Lips try to form "because"
Trying to adapt to the wilderness
Where even foes close their eyes and leave
We are inside the glade
Every now and then I wipe the dust aside
To remember...
How I drape my face with my bare hands
The same that brought me here
But you were beyond all help
The folded message that wept my name
Shadows skulk at my coming
We survey the slopes
In search for the words to write the missing page
The tainted dogma
Time grows short
As the piper plays his time
We are almost there
You are beyond all help
Dancing into the void

In the hour of darkness
When our worlds collide
Assailed by madness
That has plagued our lives
At the point of departure
On the eve of despair
The recourse to reason
Seems to make no sense at all
The light of hope
Shines in your eyes
Dementia has gone
Purged from inside
Throughout our wanderings
In a land of lies
We fell from God's grace
Into a sea of storms
In the self-relevation
Celebration of love
These bold four virtues
We seem to have left behind
The light of hope
Shines in your eyes
Dementia has gone
Purged from inside
The light of hope
Shines in your eyes
Dementia has gone
Purged from inside
Lay bare your heart
Induce the will of love
To restore what little faith
That you may have lost
As morning brings re-birth
A new day will dawn
To ease our troubled minds
Turn away on your side

"In the dresser he kept all the letters
All the prizes of love gone wrong
As the rain spat down, the new love he found
Lay sleeping as he wrote this song
And the blue candle burned in the small room
As he stared at the form in his bed
Like a flower bloom, she lit up the room
And his life had begun again
Time is not such a boundary
Not a river that cannot be crossed
And her advent into his small kingdom has cancelled the loss
Mutual accolades and freedom
What great love can grow from respect
His hands on her sides, ethereal rides
It was like they had never met
In a small museum in a small town
He found the jewels he would use for her crown
The blond king and queen, she would wear his ring
And he would sing her songs
Time is not such a boundary
Not a river that cannot be crossed
And her advent into his small kingdom has cancelled the loss
But her beauty is more than her long hair
Or her face or her lips or her skin

Your voice. Are you just a ghost lingering in my head? Your voice, they say it calms the stormy sea but it seems so very far away. This voice raises up the dead but all I hear are the voices of the dying, the crying, the sick and the lonely. How could one man, how could one voice save us all? With one voice, let it be known throughout. The earth will quake, the mountains will tremble and all your walls will fall.

In this dawn
I can see: angels are falling;
In this dawn
I can see: life broken;
Where are we going?
I see men that fight
For good and justice
I see men fighting
To defend the right
I see men dying
I see men killing
The the innocents are falling
Then the justice of the stronger
"...Bell'alba questa?
In sanguinoso ammanto..."
[V. Alfieri]
My soul crying
Bitter blood tears
Where are we going...
In the end?
The beast hack in the sky
Obscuring the sun
Steel and fire
Tear flesh and blood
Iron demons
Sow shrewdness
Rom the skies are falling
Horror and destruction
"...Bell'alba questa?
In sanguinoso ammanto..."
[V. Alfieri]
Cry to the world
The angels are falling!
I cry when
The angels are dying
I cry
Bitter blood tears
In the end
I see only death and deep sorrow...
A new dawn
It must be another way...
Among fire
Standing torment body,
Children and women
Are crying for their men
From the skies
Raining blood
The earth is furrowed by sorrow:

State your values. State your case. State your purpose. We just want to hear you say you’re fake. We Scream with anger but not from hate. We Scream with passion but not for fame. We Scream resistance to see a change. We Scream for justice to see a better day. Your words mean nothing. Your words mean nothing. With Anger! In Anger! From Anger! I draw the line within. You Scream for nothing, your actions speak. You Scream for boasting, you’ll have your fame. You Scream injustice and you’ll find it in the face of every follower running in circles... Running in circles. Recreating waste. Your words mean nothing. Recreating waste. Running in circles. Recreating waste. Your words mean nothing. You’re recreating waste...

As the sun falls behind the sea, we lay in our beds
Wrestling, quarreling with the questions in our heads
Fear pillages and rapes my mind, I see it looking over me
Feel the fear, the fear of failure
Feel the fear of emptiness
Feel the fear of a promised death
Hanging over our heads
Feel the fear of it all crashing down
Feel the fear, feel the fear, feel the fear
Trudging, toiling, looking for some hope
And in time we?ll know
Finding no rest, more sleepless nights
Holding tight to the comforts of your wasted life
Shed your fear, what is the cost of living?
Shed your fear, will you pay the price?
Remove the earth, digging for truth
Quest for a calling to ransom back the dead
Seeking the truth inside, reaching for a bloodied hand
Shed the fear, condemned to a martyr?s death
I would gladly lose my life for the sake of Jesus Christ
Hear me now, if this be my final hour
Hear me now, if this be my final hour
Hear me now, hear me now if this be my final hour
With my last breath
No more fear, no more emptiness left in here

I cannot run from myself, the man inside knows me well
Wearing thin, wearing down, my heart is bleeding out
My hands shake as I hold this weight
Of another hard molded face without a name
The reflection of myself goes much deeper within
So I bury the shame of my past underneath this old calloused skin
Will I ever see past the man in the mirror?
Is it worthless for me to think that I will ever be anything?
Rip off this facade of shame, it?s haunting me
Break inside, overcome myself, break out of the mold
Throw down the cast of the world on the ground
The broken mirror before me, the jagged glass at my feet
Ten thousand faces of uncertainty lay in the bed of defeat
Destroy the mask, destroy the mask
Destroy the mask, destroy the mask, remove the mask
I am who I am without my reflection

Now I'm defeated
Brake are my wings
Kneeled is my soul
I cry tears of blood
Close in cosmic void
I can feel my hate grow
Down in fire and ice
Only up again
I will fly so higher
'till touch the stars
Wounded is my body
Scar is my soul
But stronger is my spirit
I will rise again
I'll gaze into space now
'till take the stars
The Almighty has broken our wings
And destroyed our shields,
But we are not completely defeat:
We'll rise, shoulder swords against his angel
And will have our Kingdom in the Heaven
And our freedom as the stars in sky.
Better to reign in Hell than serve in Heaven"
In Cosmic Void I lie"
I'll have my vengeance
I'll defeat God
I'll will rise up on His Throne
And I'll hold His old Kingdom
As Demon in Hell and Angel in Heaven
I'll hold my reign in peace or blood:
Fight for me brothers, together we will win
A new order will come,
With our victory.
Total war for reign
Total war for peace
Down in fire I descend
And up in sky I take my soul:
My spirit fly over snow-covered plain
And on shining landscape
Is the time for all mankind to rise and fight this war"
But my soul is tremble
In front of might of God,
Weak appear my spirit
Beneath Universal Force.
I won't fall in darkness
But never I'll may win.
I cuoldn't surrender
And so I have fought"
Close in cosmic void
I can feel my hate grow
Down in fire and ice
Only up again
I will fly so higher
'till touch the stars
Wounded is my body
Scar is my soul
But stronger is my spirit
I will rise again
I'll gaze into space now
'till take the stars
I must fight against His sons
And I had to fall: war will be done
Sacrifice my soul to evil forces
Take their powers
We'll become stronger,
We'll destroy our enemies:
We'll make a desert called peace.
Our swords will call their names,

From the shadows, you spit your rotten words
Killing His name, spit in His face
Crucify, crucify, legacy of blasphemy, blasphemy
Nail yourself to your cross of lies
Nail yourself to your cross of lies
I fight to hold my head above this sea of heresy, of heresy
I watch the blind living completely hopeless lives
It sickens me
I refuse to give in for your prize, I will not believe in your lies
I refuse to give in for your prize
I will not believe in your lies or give in for your prize
I refuse your worthless, worthless, worthless prize
I will always fight for You, I will always stand for truth
I will fight for You, I will always stand up
I will stand for truth
I will fight for You, I will always stand up
I will stand for truth

Pierce yourself with grief. Your hope in worthless things. Your falsehoods and your blood money cry out against you even now. Wealth of men means nothing after death. Wealth of money hungry hypocrites, sealed in mansions in the deepest depths of fiery hell. Weep and wail. Fatten yourself for the day of slaughter. Woe to you. Condemn yourself you rich oppressor... Children of misfortune littering the streets. Passing by your mansions, laying broken dreams at your feet. Looking from your high-rise the poor seem so small. Crush Them under the weight of your corporate monster, slaving away kills them all... What have we done to our faith? Why have we killed in His name? Children are being enslaved as we chase fortune and fame. What have we done to our faith? Why have we killed in His name? Children are being enslaved as we chase fortune and fame... We’ve paved our... We’ve paved our own way. We’ve... We’ve paved our... We’ve paved our own streets straight to hell. We’ve paved our own streets straight to hell. We’ve paved our own streets straight to hell. Weep and wail. Fatten yourself for the day of slaughter. Woe to you. Condemn yourself you rich oppressor. All we have to offer You is the blood washed from our hands. Paved (paved) with (with) blood. Paved (paved) with (with) blood.

I can’t seem to answer all these questions in My Mind is running overtime to figure out This Life so full of anguish without all the death we see. I see, I hear you, but it’s so hard to believe. God, where are we now? Can you hear us through those clouds? When the rain is beating down? Our hopes and dreams never left the ground. Nothing’s being done for your daughters or your sons. Everything just stays the same. So they tell me Nothing’s your name. Do we believe in Nothing? (Nothing? Nothing? Nothing? Nothing? Nothing?) Scream at the sky! I scream at the sky! Into the big nothing, begging to hear something. Into the big nothing, begging to hear... Scream at the sky. As I close my eyes to sleep, I decide I still believe.
Song Explanation by vocalist Joe Musten:
"I basically wrote this song late one night when I was feeling frustrated with the world and where it seems to be headed. You know, I obviously believe in God, but sometimes it’s hard to see Him in this world. Rape, suicide, murder and betrayal are our newscasters’ favorite topics. It’s what people want to see. We are attracted to death. It’s disheartening to watch the news. People are addicted to being sick and being prescribed their cure." A bleak picture, for sure. For Musten, this mild depression is incapable of finding lasting root in his worldview. "I guess all can say is that this world is broke," Musten admits. "We are out of currency, we are out of answers and we are out of reasons to push on. But amongst all the darkness I still feel like there is hope. I still believe in The Unseen. Hope is real, I guess we all just gotta find it ourselves."

Draped in anger and clothed in brokenness, we speak with frailty and false intelligence. Walking as if we’re numb to the pain, we stare in the graves as our nerves fade away. Cut to the heart. I repent. No longer cold. I repent. Face in the dirt. I repent. No longer cold. I repent. We are the product of mass prescription, sold to the sellers of every trend. Bound and gagged by the institutions, silence is their greatest demand. Will we use our voices to say anything worth saying at all? Hope for the hopeless. Strength for the weak. Love for the broken. Done to the least.... Will my generation know that they were bought... bought at a price more precious than gold? Will my generation know that they were bought... bought at a price more precious than gold? Cut to the heart. No longer cold. Face in the dirt. No longer cold.... Are... we... we... are we saying something... are we saying something... are we saying something... are we saying something real? We are the voice of a broken generation. Kicked out and beaten down. Religions all have failed us now. Retaliating against the old, with this bitter taste in our mouths. Left alone, naked and cold. We are the voice of a broken generation. Kicked out and beaten down. Religions all have failed us now. Retaliating against the old, with this bitter taste in our mouths. Left alone, naked and cold.

Go, go away
Get away, get away
Go away, get away
Get away from me
These demons that I fight
Keep screaming back at me, back at me
These skeletons in my closet
Keep screaming back at me, they keep torturing
And these voices in my head
Will not leave me alone, leave me alone
I will not die alone in this room
'Cause the hole in the middle
Keeps growing bigger and bigger
And I see the faces staring back at me
I see them contorting, so I fight with my eyes closed
Afraid to see what awaits me at the bottom of this
Bottom of this deep black hole
Where are You?
When the knife is at my throat
Where are You?
When the knife is at my throat
Where are You? Where are You?
Where are You? Where are You?
Where are You, You, You?
Where are You? Where are You?
God, where are You?
What will become of me?
What will become of me?
I guess I?ll never know
What will become of me?

The American way. I pray to God, this lie will have nothing to do with me. American way. The lie of the century. Told by the great deceiver. Laid down as a law of the land. To question is the greatest of sins. So we raise up our flags. Call ourselves the chosen sons of God. Add another link in the chain. Get in line. Assimilate. It’s your call to be true to red, white and blue. But is there something truly wrong when we drape the flag over the Cross? You say freedom isn’t free, but who the Son sets free is free indeed. We’re freed by His name, not by homeland security. I will never be ashamed of My Redeemer’s mighty name and I will never run and hide...hide under the flag of violent pride. I step out of line. I step out of line. And so I step out of line. Raise the flag. Raise the flag up high. Raise the flag. Raise the flag. I walk against violent pride with these violent strides. In defiance of prideful men. I stand against blind allegiance to a nation that kills its children. To a nation that profits in death. To a nation that reaps what it sows. Blood, sweat and tears. Reap the flag. Reap the flag. Blood. Sweat. Death. Blood. Sweat. Death. We will reap blood, sweat, death. Blood. Sweat. Death. Blood. Sweat. Death. Blood. Sweat. Death. We will reap blood, and sweat, and death. We will reap blood, sweat, death.

I am a broken man
My ways are like a fools
Causing anguish, causing death
Creating waves of consequence
Alone and in despair, I wait for You
I will wait for You here
Pushing on, pushing through it all
I will run the race
Setting my course straight ahead
My destroyer waits for me
But You redeem
My destroyer waits
You redeem me
You redeem this tired soul
And these tired bones, Your name
(Breaks the shackles)
Your name
(Breaks the shackles)
Your face gives me rest, Your name
(Breaks the shackles)
I see the rising of the Son
I know the day is near, the day is here
I know my Avenger waits
My Avenger is right behind me on clouds of glory

Where are they now, these giants of my dreams
The ones that seek to kill me?
They run and hide, they see the fire behind my eyes
And they feel the anger that boils beneath my skin
Come out, come out
Come out and say something real
Come out 'cause I feel the apathy in this air tonight
Do you hear the wind?
The trees whispering their deepest fears to me
They can feel the fire burning at their limbs
Burning at their limbs, burning at their limbs
The voice of anger, it screams in the wind
The voice of anger blows in the wind
Do you hear the sound of the nothing
Of everything tossed by the wind?
The sound of the war drums beating on
In the war for the hearts of every man, of every tongue
I see them coming down on the clouds, the clouds of black
The clouds of war, clouds of war
I see it creeping in, I feel it creeping in
I feel the apathy creeping in
Where is your fire? Where is your anger?
Where is your blood?
Where is your fire? Where is your anger?
Where is your blood?
Where is your fire? Where is your anger?
Where is your blood?
Where is your fire? Where is your anger?
Where is your blood?
Where is your fire? Where is your anger?
Where is your fire? Where is your anger?

Tear me down. Tear me down. Tear me down. Set fire to my weakness. Place Your word inside my heart. Bring joy into my sadness. Your righteousness my rock. Your mercy is my comfort, Your grace is all I need. Your Name it goes before me. Your blood it sets me free... The chains of death are no more. The chains of death are loosed. For all men, atonement for all sin... How do I know this peace inside of me? How do I have this peace inside of me? How do I hear this peace inside of me? How do I have this peace inside of me? Your love. Your love. Your voice. Your word. Your love. Your voice. Your word. Your love. Your voice. Your word. Your love. Your voice. Your word. Lead me away. Only my flesh is afraid. Lead me away. Lead me away. Pick up my cross. I die daily. I will follow Him to the place of the skull. I will follow You to the place of the skull. Golgotha. Golgotha.

My mind has been building worlds
Where as a king I reign or lay in slavery
I take the dust of Gods
To hold the divine sand
"To see a world in a grain of sand:
And heaven in a wild flower;
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternty in an hour"
[W. Blake]
"The mind is it's own place, and itself
Can make a heaven o hell, a hell of heaven"
[J. Milton]
Lost in a dream
I wander in my Realms
I don't want awake
Forever in this place
I don't want awake
From a distant landscape
Forsaken in this space, hidden by the fog
I can fly away dreaming of my kingdom
Lost in my dreams
I wander in my Realms
Forsaken...
My mind has been building worlds
Where as a king I reign
I'll take the sand of Gods
Or lay in slavery
"To see a world in a grain of sand:
And heaven in a wild flower;
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternty in an hour"

There is a light in my heart, the catalyst to ignite the spark. There is a name on my tongue: Emmanuel, God with us. There is a cry from deep within our broken hearts for You to meet us here. And as we gather in this place, Lord send Your Spirit to ignite the flames of revival. Revival. Revival. Revival. God send revival. There is an Almighty King. His love endures. He makes righteous everything. His voice controls the seas. Lion of Judah, Prince of Peace. There is a name above all names. Jesus Christ, King of Kings. And as we gather in His name, strongholds will fall in the wake of the flames of revival. Revival. Revival. Revival.

Show yourself to the world, the cancer that you are. You parade on the stage. Your followers in awe, engaged to a fake... to a fake. A snake charmer without a snake. You’re the death of their faith, and for that you will be burned alive at the stake. You think you’ve found your sheep to fool? I’ve warned you, but soon you will find out, you’ll find a pack of wolves... pack of wolves... pack of wolves. You’ll find a pack of wolves here! Pack Of Wolves. You’ll find a pack of wolves here! You’ll find no pack of fools here! Pack Of Wolves. You’ll find no pack of fools here. You turned around and found you’re all alone with no legs to stand on. No way to run away from the mess you’ve made to try and find another pack of fools... pack of fools... pack of fools... pack of fools.

This foolishness of the cross? Salvation for the lost? Are we deceiving ourselves for our cause? Yet when I still believe in a GOD I can’t see. What foolish things do we cling to? I stand accused, I’m a fool. This cross I cling to. I stand accused, I’m a fool. This cross I cling to. Will not be removed. I stand accused, I’m a fool, I cling to YOU. I am rooted in the truth. In the truth. You, ancient of days. I steep my heart in your almighty ways. Spit in the face of the. Saviour. Spit in the face of the. Save Your. Spit in the face of the. Saviour. Spit in the face of the. Save Your Breath. Spit in the face of the. Saviour. Spit in the face of the. Save Your. Spit in the face of the. Saviour. Spit in the face of the. Save Your Breath. Save your mockery. Saviour. Spit in the face of the. Save Your. Spit in the face of the. Saviour. Spit in the face of the. Save Your Breath. Saviour. Save me. Save me. Save me from myself. Overcome. I am not ashamed. To live is Christ, to die is surely gain. Overcome this worthless sense of grief. Stare death in the face. I am not afraid. OVERCOME. Overcome. We will stare death in the face. Stare death in the face. Overcome. Overcome. We will stare death in the face. Stare death in the face. OVERCOME.

Herfoðr, Sigfoðr, Valfoðr, Gunnar.
Valhöll
Hljoðs bið ek allar helgar kindir,
Meiri ok minni mögu Heimdalar;
Berserkir ok ulheðnar,
Hilðolfr ok einherjar;
Ek hon valkyrjum vitt komnar,
Görvar at riða til Goðþjoðar;
Skuld helt skildi, en Skögul önnur,
Gunnr, Hildr, Göndul ok Geirskögul;
Nu eru talðar nönnur Herjans,
Görvar at riða grund valkyrjur.
In Valhöll we'll meet again wæl-wulfas"
Þa wæs feohte neah,
Tir æt ge-tohte. Wæs seo tid cumen
Þæt þær fæge menn feallan scoldon.
Þær wearþ hream a-hafen, hræfnas wundon,
Earn æses georn. Wæs on eorðan cierm.
Þa gengu regin öll a rökstola,
Ginnheilög goð ok um þat gættuz.
Leika Mims synir, en mjötuðr kyndiz
At enum galla Gjallarhorni;
Hatt blæss Heimdallr, horn er a lopti,
Mælir Oðinn við Mims höfuð.
Geyr nu Garmr mjök fyr Gnipahelli,
Festr mun slitna, en freki renna.
Brœðr munu berjaz ok at bönum verða
Munu systrungar sifjum spilla;
Hart er i heimi, hordomr mikill,
Skeggölð, skalmöld, skildir ro klofnir,
Vindöld, vargöld, aðr veröld steypiz;
Mun engi maðr öðrum þyrma.
Ek hon valkyrjum vitt komnar,
Görvar at riða til Goðþjoðar;
Skuld helt skildi, en Skögul önnur,
Gunnr, Hildr, Göndul ok Geirskögul;
Nu eru talðar nönnur Herjans,
Görvar at riða grund valkyrjur.
Leika Mims synir, en mjötuðr kyndiz
At enum galla Gjallarhorni;
Hatt blæss Heimdallr, horn er a lopti,
Mælir Oðinn við Mims höfuð.
Hljoðs bið ek allar helgar kindir,

Nightmares of worlds.
Nightmares of lands,
Nightmares of ancient places.
"That is not dead
Which can eternal lie
Yet with strange aeons
Even death may die."
[H. P. Lovecraft]
"...Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh
Wgah'nagl fhtagn..."
Circles of Stones lies around me,
Ancient Ruins in front of my mind:
Malevolent voices whisper in the night
"...Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh
Wgah'nagl fhtagn..."
Frost Oceans lies around me,
Ancient Stones o lost kingdom.
Mystical places of old wisdom.
Circles of darkness, visions of madness
Ancient horrors are standing in the dark
Malevolent shapes appear in the shadow
"That is not dead
Which can eternal lie
Yet with strange aeons
Even death may die."
[H. P. Lovecraft]
So far away It sleep in the Abyss
Down in the water It lies...
So far away It sleep in the Abyss
Down in the water It dreams...
Down in the Abyss:
In mystical eleven oceans
I see the seven eyes of madness
Down in the Abyss:
It comes out of Time and Space
It flew away beneath the stars.
Tormented my spirit by madness
Let my spirit free to fly beneath the stars...
Down in the Abyss:
In mystical eleven oceans
I see the seven eyes of madness
Tormented my spirit by madness
Let my spirit free to fly beneath the stars...
Torment by madness is my soul...
Circles of Ruins lies around me,
Ancient horrors lain in forgotten placesL
Malevolent voices murmur in the night
"...In the land of R'lyah he dead
Chthulhu
Waiting dreaming..."
Frost Oceans
Reboil around me
Ancient shapes
Arise from lost kingdom.
Mystical visions
Of mandess crimson.
Circles of nightmares
Visions o Nameless
Ancient terrors
Are standing in the dark
Malevolent dreads
Darken my mind
"That is not dead
Which can eternal lie
Yet with strange aeons

I plead for men to hear
This declaration from my soul
I pray they turn their ears to true life
Casting the anger of death aside
The life of sacrifice met with such hostility
Even to death, but raised up in victory
How could this life bring so much pain?
Day after day, after day
It?s never over
Until we shut our eyes for the very last time
It?s never over
Until the line flattens out
Like death, the grave
It waits, its anger is unrelenting
Against all things, against all time and space
Embrace the end
You?ll think it?s over
When you shut your eyes for the very last time
You?ll think it?s over
[Incomprehensible]
Death scares me not
Death scares me not
Pleading for men to hear this declaration from my soul
I pray they turn their itching ears
Anger is near, death is waiting, the grave is calling

Where the stones lain,
Thou will call his name
If thou know the Signs,
If thou know the Words.
When the Sun
Enter in the Ram,
And darkness are fallen,
Turn thy face
To the Northern Wind
Iah! Shub-Niggurath!
...Heaven can wait...
Great Black Goat of Woods
Worldly pleasures
I call thou!
...Waiting another day...
The sign of Voor
Rise in the sky
The seal is broken
The sign of Kish
Appear in the circle
The Gates are open
The Sign of Koth,
Elder thou watching,
Seals what was unfolded
Return on the Earth again!
Wordly pleasure!
Great Black Goat of Woods!
Kneeled thy body
By Archon of the Night,
Scent on the fire
The Seal of Blaesu
Is tracing
I'll have their power
Becoming as a god
My soul is strong
I feel their stream
Growing within;
Black Horrors of the Night
Will kneel to me
I'll take their forces
And I'll order
Over them...
ZARIATNATMIX, JANNA, ETUTNAMUS,
HAYRAS, FABELLERON, FUBENTRONTY,
BRAZO, TABRASOL, NISA,
VAR-SHUB-NIGGURATH ! GABOTS MEMBROT!
Ancient creatures
Who sleep beyond the time
Appear through mist and fire
Without shape,
Out of cosmic void
Is my soul condemned
From here to eternity?
Now that I open the Gates
I see the horror
That come out of time and space...

I will testify though I walk this road alone
Though all my brothers fade away, I will hold to you
Conviction has stripped away with time
The flame of passionate love
That once burned deep inside has blown away
And washed out with the rain
The tower of your faith has crumbled to the ground
Crushing those that held to you
And in your place, we dug a shallow grave
Hoping to see a change, a resurrection
And so we fight for the heart
Holding nothing back till we see the sun on the horizon
Bringing light to this barren wasteland, power of ages old
Held in the mighty hands of God
Pushed out and thrown away like a painful memory
Two feet in the grave we march relentlessly
Pressing towards our destruction, our decimation
Two feet in the grave we march relentlessly
Pressing towards our destruction, our decimation
Broken in two, our faith has fallen victim to shame
Run from the truth, run from the freedom of absolutes
Is there anyone left who still cares?
Reconcile, take back our stolen hearts
Reconcile, take back what is rightfully yours
Set apart
Set us apart, set us apart

Come lama arrigginita
Il mio orgoglio soggiace
Nel fodero
Di una gieriera ipocrisia:
Riplenderà ancora l'acciaio
Tenebre... dell'eternità?
Il sangue nemico
Laverà la ruggine
E il dolore:
Orgoglio,
Come lama lucente
Nel fodero brilla:
Pronto a colpire
Pronto a morire
Sanza paura...
Brilla nel buio e fendi l'ocsurità.
HAGAKURE ("nascosto dalle fogile")
Il fragore della battaglia
Mi atterrisce;
Le grida dei caduti
Echeggian nella menta:
La paura incombe
E frena il valore
Nelle orbite vuote
Della Signora Silente...
Nelle orbite vuote della Signora
Silente voglio spingere il mio
Sguardo e rispondere al ghigno
Beffando con un sorriso di sfida:
Senza paura
Pronto a colpire...
Con fanatico ardore
Fino alla fine...
Per orgoglio cadrõ.
"Nessun pensiero, nessuna
Rifflessione. Vuoto perfecto.
Eppure dentro qualcosa si muove..."
(Un prete taoista)
Una lama spezzata puõ essere forgiata?
Combattere e morire
Per onore...
"In un'anima assolutamente priva
Di pensieri e di emozioni
Nemmeno la tigre trova posto
Per i feroci artigli"
(Un prete taoista)
I pensieri bloccano il mio animo;
Il volere è vinto dalle paura...
"Come la luna nel fiume,
L'occhio la vede,
Ma la mano non l'afferra"
(Un prete taoista)
Una nova lama...

I can’t seem to answer all these questions in My Mind is running overtime to figure out This Life so full of anguish without all the death we see. I see, I hear you, but it’s so hard to believe. God, where are we now? Can you hear us through those clouds? When the rain is beating down? Our hopes and dreams never left the ground. Nothing’s being done for your daughters or your sons. Everything just stays the same. So they tell me Nothing’s your name. Do we believe in Nothing? (Nothing? Nothing? Nothing? Nothing? Nothing?) Scream at the sky! I scream at the sky! Into the big nothing, begging to hear something. Into the big nothing, begging to hear... Scream at the sky. As I close my eyes to sleep, I decide I still believe.
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Song Explanation by vocalist Joe Musten:
"I basically wrote this song late one night when I was feeling frustrated with the world and where it seems to be headed. You know, I obviously believe in God, but sometimes it’s hard to see Him in this world. Rape, suicide, murder and betrayal are our newscasters’ favorite topics. It’s what people want to see. We are attracted to death. It’s disheartening to watch the news. People are addicted to being sick and being prescribed their cure." A bleak picture, for sure. For Musten, this mild depression is incapable of finding lasting root in his worldview. "I guess all can say is that this world is broke," Musten admits. "We are out of currency, we are out of answers and we are out of reasons to push on. But amongst all the darkness I still feel like there is hope. I still believe in The Unseen. Hope is real, I guess we all just gotta find it ourselves."

In loving kindness. Compassionate and gracious. You reached out Your hand to me. Dragged in the streets by mockers, by scoffers and thieves. Each to their own death they spit in Your face. You wept tears of forgiveness in loving and humble grace... He wept tears of grace, thinking of me still in my grave. Reached down His hand in Redeeming Grace. The stench of death hung over me. Reached down to say: “Son, you are free from this death you face!" "I’ll pay the price, I’ll give my life, I’ll lead the way." “Son, you must turn and must follow me!” Humble King. "Follow me." Humble King. "Follow me." Humble King. “Son, you are free from this death you face!” My heart breaks. My heart breaks. My heart breaks. My heart breaks. I see them shove it down... shove it down. Crown of Thorns. Crown of Thorns. Crown of Thorns. Crown of Thorns.

Blackout
Fear grips the heart of man as locust black the sky
Over a nation that takes a stand for crooked
Spineless, murderers, self-righteous thieves
They slither on the ground like a venomous disease
They drink from the cup of ruin and desolation
And they will soon choke on the blood of the innocent
Tears for tears, vengeance for vengeance
You sow in deceit and you reap the consequences
Bloodshed for bloodshed, the treacherous betray
You sing a song of grace, but with terror you repay
All your enemies will blackout the sky
Over this wicked land for your atrocities
Of enslaving the oppressed, backlash
The weary catch a breath pushing back against the wall
That held the captive in
You will pay, you will pay, you will pay, pay
For selfishness and greed, for endless hypocrisy
For crimes against humanity your judgment is released
Meet your doom, how can you be so blind to the truth?
Meet your doom, how can you be so blind?
Meet your doom, meet your doom
It will come swiftly for all to see, for all to see
Drawn and quartered, drawn and quartered
Drawn and quartered for all to see
Drawn and quartered
America will plead for innocence
But mercy will not be given to the merciless

[Instrumental]

[Instrumental]

Es
blaut
die Nacht.
Die Sternlein blinken.
Schneeflöcklein leise niedersinken.
Auf Edeltännleins grünem Wipfel häuft sich ein kleiner weißer Zipfel.
Und
dort,
vom Fenster her durchbricht den dunklen Tann' ein warmes Licht
Im Forsthaus
kniet bei Kerzenschimmer die Försterin im Herrenzimmer.
In dieser wunderschönen Nacht hat sie den Förster umgebracht.
Er
war
ihr
bei der Heimespflege
seit langer Zeit schon sehr im Wege.
So kam sie mit sich überein: Am Nicklausabend muß es sein.
* Und *
als
das Rehlein ging zur Ruh', das Häslein tat die Augen zu,
Erlegte sie - direkt von vorn'- den Gatten über Kimm' und Korn.
Vom Knall geweckt rümpft nur der Hase zwei-, drei-, viermal
die Schnuppernase
$ Und $
ruhet weiter
süß im Dunkeln.
Derweil die Sternlein traulich funkeln.
Und in der guten Stube drinnen, da läuft des Försters Blut von hinnen.
Nun muß die Försterin sich eilen, den Gatten sauber zu zerteilen.
Schnell hat sie bis auf die Knochen nach Waidmanns Sitte aufgebrochen.
Voll Sorgfalt legt sie Glied auf Glied, was der Gemahl bisher vermied,
Behält ein Teil Filet zurück, als festtägliches Bratenstück.
Und packt zum Schluß - es geht auf vier - die Reste in Geschenkpapier.
Da
dröhnt's
von fern
wie Silberschellen.
Im Dorfe hört man Hunde bellen.
Wer ist's, der in so tiefer Nacht im Schnee noch seine Runde macht?
Knecht Ruprecht kommt mit goldenem Schlitten
auf einem Hirsch herangeritten!
Heh, gute Frau, habt ihr noch Sachen, die armen Menschen Freude machen?
Des Försters Haus ist tief verschneit, doch seine Frau steht schon bereit:
Die sechs Pakete, heil'ger Mann, es ist alles, was ich geben kann.
Die Silberschellen klingen leise.
Knecht Ruprecht macht sich auf die Reise.
Im Försterhaus die Kerze brennt. Ein Sternlein blinkt:
Es ist Advent.