• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Take It - Kfv
• Particular - Kfv
• Incendio - Kfv
• Contrastes - Kfv
• The Oath - Coph Nia
• Stigmata Martyr - Coph Nia
• The Hall Of Truth - Coph Nia
• Coph Nia - Coph Nia
• Hymn To Pan - Coph Nia
• To Fix The Shadow - Coph Nia
• Religion - Coph Nia
• Gnostic Anthem - Coph Nia

There's something good
and it's for you,
it seems like you will get it
There's something good,
And It's for you, It's your
chance to take it.
Go and take it.
One last chance in your life,
One last dream that you could touch,
Take away, all your fears,
Be yourself, go for it.
Go and take it.

Particular. (Jaña, Bousek, Wosh)
Hay algo que está dentro de ti.
Y tú lo tienes que rescatar.
Algo que te hace sobrevivir.
Tu propia manera de amar.
Particular, particular (algo).
Hay algo que está dentro de ti.

Dicen de el que nunca va a obtener
lo que quiere lograr.
partió muy abajo y tiene
poca opción de poder avanzar
y nada mejora, todo para el,
sigue en desventaja.
Esta estancado y empieza a
Observar como otros avanzan.
Y quiere explotar, quiere explotar.
Quizás deba reflexionar.
Dicen de el que nunca va a obtener
lo que quiere lograr.
Hoy es solo un niño pidiendo en
Las calles, jugando a necesitar.
Y quiere explotar, quiere explotar.

Empeñado, en hallar, una razón
Con el fin, de destruir el dolor.
Día a día expandiendo mi conciencia
protegiendo con paciencia mi inocencia.
Contrastes, me invaden.
Contrastes, renacer.
Pienso, lucho, para, soportar desgastes,
mundos, llenos, de violencia.
Observo, mi entorno, exploro teorías
Busco, verdades flexibles e imparciales.

Thunder comes crashing
through my mind
Once again
my rage is thrashing blind
As the noose is tightened
something stuck in my throat
I can hear myself incanting
I can hear the oath
No more backing down
No more running
No more giving ground
No more running
Too many times
Too many places
Too many bigots
and angry faces
We're hiding away
to our own shame
You know the story
It's all the same
Mainstream culture
Mainstream lies
Mainstream husbands
and mainstream wives
I will not change you
or set you free
Just let me pass
and leave me be
I hold no grudges
but I am drawing a line
You can either accept it
or kiss my behind
For blubbering fools
I have no more time
I have roads to walk
I have mountains to climb
So stand aside, brother
Let me walk on
The oath is taken
The deed is done
I will walk on
Not matter but light
I will walk on
With one star in sight
No more backing down
No more running
No more giving ground

In a crucifiction ecstasy
Lying cross chequed in agony
Stigmata bleed continuously
Holes in head, hands, feet, and weep for me
Stigmata oh you sordid sight
Stigmata in your splintered plight
Look into your crimson orifice
In holy remembrance
In scarlet bliss
In nomine patri et filii et spiriti sanctum
In nomine patri et filii et spiriti sanctum
In nomine patri et filii et spiriti sanctum
In nomine patri et filii et spiriti sanctum
Father, son, and holy ghost

I did do evil
I did commit violence
I tormented many hearts
I did steal
I caused someone to be treacherously killed
I lessened the offerings
I did harm
I uttered lies
I made people weep
I commited acts of self-pollution
I fornicated
I tresspassed
I did commit perfidy
I damaged cultivated land
I was an accuser
I was angry without sufficient reason
I turned a deaf ear to the words of truth
I commited witchcraft
I blasphemed
I caused a slave to be maltreated by his master
I did despise god in my heart...
I have purloined offerings
I have stolen the property of God
I have carried away food
I have been an eavesdropper
I have slandered man
I have debauched the likes of man
I have terrorized.
I have transgressed the law
I have been wroth
I have multiplied my words in speaking
I have worked witchcraft against the king
I have stopped the flow of water
I have raised my voice
I have cursed God
I have acted with arrogance
I have stolen the bread of the Gods
I have carried away the khenfu cakes from the Spirits of the dead
I have slain the cattle belonging to the God
I have made light to the bushel

The law of the strong:
This is our law and the joy of the world.
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.
Thou hast no right but to do thy will.
Do that, and no other shall say nay.
Every man and every woman is a star.
There is no god but man.
Man has the right to live by his own law — to live in the way that he wills to do: to work as he will; to play as he will; to rest as he will; to die when and how he will.
Man has the right to eat what he will; to drink what he will; to dwell where he will; to move as he will on the face of the earth.
Man has the right to think what he wil; to speak what he will; to write what he will; to draw, paint, carve, etch, mould, build as he will; to dress as he will.
Man has the right to love as he will: "take your fill and will of love as ye will, when, where, and with whom ye will."
Man has the right to kill those who would thwart these rights.
"Slaves shall serve"
"Love is the law, love under will."

Thrill with the lissome lust of the light,
O man! My man!
Come careering out of the night
Of Pan! Io Pan!
Io Pan! Io Pan! Come over the sea
From Sicily and from Arcady!
Roaming as Bacchus, with fauns and pards
And nymphs and satyrs for thy guards,
On a milk-white ass, come over the sea
To me, to me,
Come with Apollo in bridal dress
(Shepherdess and pythoness)
Come with Artemis, silken shod,
And wash thy white thigh, beautifal God,
In the moon of the woods, on the marble mount,
The dimpled dawn of the amber fount!
Dip the purple of passionate prayer
In the crimson shrine, the scarlet snare,
The soul that startles in eyes of blue
To watch thy wantonness weeping through
The tangled grove, the gnarled bole
Of the living tree that is spirit and soul
And body and brain - come over the sea,
(Io Pan! Io Pan!)
Devil or God, to me, to me,
My man! My man!
Come with trumpets sounding shrill
Over the hill!
Come with drums low muttering
From the spring!
Come with flute and come with pipe!
Am I not ripe?
I, who wait and writhe and wrestle
With air that hath no boughs to nestle
My body, weary of empty clasp,
Strong as a lion and sharp as an asp -
Come, O come!
I am numb
With the lonely lust of devildom.
Thrust the sword through the galling fetter,
All-devourer, all begetter;
Give me the sign of the Open Eye,
And the token erect of thorny thigh,
And the word of madness and mystery,
O Pan! Io Pan!
Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan Pan! Pan,
I am a man:
Do as thou wilt, as a great god can,
O Pan! Io Pan!
Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! I am awake
In the grip of the snake.
The eagle slashes with beak and claw;
The Gods withdraw;
The great beasts come, Io Pan! I am borne
To death on the horn
Of the Unicorn.
I am Pan! Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan!
I am thy mate, I am thy man,
Goat of thy flock, I am gold, I am god,
Flesh to thy bone, flower to thy rod.
With hoofs of steel I race on the rocks
Through solstice stubborn to equinox.
I rave; and I rape and I rip and I rend
Everlasting, world without end,
Mannikin, maiden, maenad, man,
In the might of Pan.

Into the garden I go
Pluck the flowers made of snow
Watch the snow turn to water
Remembering yesterday
Into the garden I go
Pluck the flowers made of bones
Watch the blind sind of your eyes
Remembering yesterday
It would be nice to see a face here
A face that wasn't mine

Right' branded on my brow
'Wrong' graven on my mind
You see, the sin is in me
When will it stop unfolding
When will I ever be face to face
With the devil in me
Let me burn you... let me burn you...
Let me burn you down...
Let me burn you... let me burn you...
Let me burn you down...
Burn you down...
Brain wants to rule the heart
Heart wants to tie the hands
Unseat the assassin in me
So you cry, not to give it away
So you lie...
Let me burn you... let me burn you...
Let me burn you down...
Let me burn you... let me burn you...
Let me burn you down...
Burn you down...
Born with a wicked charm
Torn by this driving harm
You see, it moves into me
So you lie, not to give it away
So you cry
Let me burn you... let me burn you...
Let me burn you down...
Let me burn you... let me burn you...
Let me burn you down...

Thou who art I, beyond all I am,
Who hast no nature and no name,
Who art, when all but thou are gone,
Thou, centre and secret of the Sun,
Thou, hidden spring of all things known
And unknown, Thou aloof, alone,
Thou, the true fire within the reed
Brooding and breeding, source and seed
Of life, love, liberty, and light,
Thou beyond speech and beyond sight,
Thee I invoke, my faint fresh fire
Kindling as mine intents aspire.
Thee I invoke, abiding one,
Thee, centre and secret of the Sun,
And that most holy mystery
Of which the vehicle am I.
Appear, most awful and most mild,
As it is lawful, in thy child!
For of the Father and the Son
The Holy Spirit is the norm;
Male-female, quintessential, one,
Man-being veiled in woman-form.
Glory and worship in the highest,
Thou Dove, mankind that deifiest,
Being that race, most royally run
To spring sunshine through winter storm.
Glory and worship be to Thee,
Sap of the world-ash, wonder-tree!
Glory to thee from gilded tomb!
Glory to thee from waiting womb!
Glory to Thee from earth unploughed!
Glory to Thee from virgin vowed!
Glory to Thee, true Unity
Of the eternal Trinity!
Glory to Thee, thou sire and dam
And self of I am that I am!
Glory to thee from gilded tomb!
Glory to thee from waiting womb!
Glory to Thee from earth unploughed!
Glory to Thee from virgin vowed!
Glory to Thee, true Unity
Of the eternal Trinity!
Glory to Thee, thou sire and dam