Primordial may refer to:
Is this all I've been left
Broken oaths and betrayals
The empty words and dead rhetoric
Of my sold and broken culture
And I said once before
That time heals nothing
I feel like a wounded animal
In the dying throes
I am near to death
Yet with teeth bared
Heels dug in the dirt
And the graves rabid stare
Waiting for one last struggle
If I have one (desire)
Mark my words
And gather your thoughts
Well these might be my last days
Because I am about to eclipse my sun
Collapse my star
Snuff out my flame
And reach into the void
Well these might well be my last days
But maybe, just maybe
Days drift and I rise to the cold sun
I was born an old child
With no place for faith in my heart
Aged in my sleep for bitter times ahead
You may say I've given up the ghost
Once and for all admitted defeat
And laid out my hand for all to see
And made peace with the beast in me
Winter mocks me though he does not need to
call my name
He thinks my bones are brittle
And the grip of my resolve is tired
Sullen and weakened just the same
I have saved the least for last
Torn out all who reached for me
I am but a beggar before beauty
Failures burden rests with me
I don't remember when it happened
When the clocks stopped
It seems like their hands were tied
And my heart stood still
Every man is evil
Every man a Liar
And every word that he speaks
Her skin, so pale... shrouded in black
I drew down the veil, I wanted her back
I am at one with what never lived
I'll draw down the veil, and offer up what I have to give...
Shall you try and poison my words
At a summers funeral, I woke to the light
Shall you lay my bed with thorns
And clutch at me like you have done to life...?
Shall I be the chief mourner, in your procession
No stone lays unturned... (Rest in your grave)
I can no longer hear, silence calling your name
Brothers and sisters
Descendants of gods
Forge a new destiny
In accordance with your will
Fan the flames of change
Sweep away stagnation
Purge what went before
And claim
Shone the sunset red and solemn
Where we stood and observed
Down the corners of the column
Letter strokes of Ogham carved
'tis belike a burial pillar
Said he and those shallow lines
Hold some warriors name of valour
And will rightly show the signs
No one saw, how far I fell
And no one ever knew
That there was a heart of flesh
Deep within me
As it was, bled of the twisted horn
And the howling of the dogs
Raise on old Heroes lament
While the weeping of women
Still vexes my heart
If this is my Journey End
Then cast me to the pyre
And if all that remains
Is a blackened heart
And the stench of death
Then know my spell is cast
And sing my song
I have lain with the lamb
Sang his tender praise on long dark nights
Searched my drawn face long and hard
For a sign of his light
Shoulders to the wheel for the grist of faith
Is manna for the blind
Like a child of Cain without the providence of truth
Joy did come. It rose with the morning sun
Like cold guilty sweat across my brow
These are the first words that fell upon my lips
I have lain with the wolf
He seeks me out and demands my company
In the corner of a crowded room
With words of madness and water of fire
He whispers, when the demons come
Do you make peace with them or do you become one
of them? Do you?
If I give name to my furies, can you name them?
He preaches salvation in the loins of women
And the black sciences
When the shadow fell upon me
I knew I was running with the wolf
And it was his eyes I saw staring back
And this I learnt and this I know
There is plague at the door
It begs to be among us
In the ashen dreams of crippled children
There is sickness in the soil
Nothing grows this side of Eden
Nor in the yearning abyss
That is all things to men's hearts
Nor in the skeletal tug
Of motherhood that curses all with life
There is disease upon the air
It grasps at the throat of virtue
Rosary twist in leather hands
And offer prayer for me
And I have fought the god of men
For my whole life
Yet now we sit at the table together
Breaking bread and drinking blood wine
We spent the smallest hours
Staring into the void
Between sleep and dreams
That stretch from the womb to the grave
So feel the puritan's dead hand as it throttles all life
So clasp your hands and bend your broken knees
For no one else will, and your confessions
Of worthless guilt, are not your saving grace
And so you seek redemption at the puritan's hand
Is the hell you find here not enough for you?
All of the God's children they all have to die
Pauper to King sworn enemies to kin
From men without sin to those with the beast
within
The grave is absolute, the grave is all
O, Death where are your teeth
That gnaw on the bones of fabled men
O, Death where are your claws
That haul me from the grave
Do you have justice to trump the divine
To steal the sanctity from their sermon
Reduce to ash, writing of piety
And conquer the lord's word
I think you do
Do you bring fear to the hearts of heathens
When your breath is upon their necks
And the Gods will not answer
And the sun is no longer in the sky
O, Death I am not ready for the grave
So turn your steeds around and loosen your reins
I am not one for the tomb
So rise my brothers, rise from your graves
Throw your shackles off and stand by my side
So rise my brothers, rise from your graves
(Eternal Reap Sonnet I)
Ceremonial beauty beneath a bitter moon
Perditious souls danse their danse
Winter withered silence were once my tomb
In eternal frost, a dark romance
Listen, such angels of the end do weep
As knowledge comes for those who watch ever
Wrapped beneath the boughs of fateless sleep
Dismal dreams of paradise come never
The sky shall flow as waterfalls of distress
I, wandered in the midst of shades
O' heaven sent mysteries of hell's caress
Blind my eyes before my vision fades
I have envisaged the harvest moon
The summer of eternal reap
...has come...
Solomon's wisdom
Anastasis Christou
The harvest shall come
Ride the red dawn
Thralldom...
In repentent paths
Iconoclasm...
Opens new gates for you"I will strike at the shepherd,
And the sheep will be scattered"
Turn my blood to wine
And I will drink to you
Open my veins for your soul
Light blind my eyes
I built my
Gallows with
Such a visionary
Conquest...
Conquerer of
Such perversion
As to remain
Unameable...
We are falling over the ends of the earth
So gather your children before you
And tell them that these are final days of
Preach to the paupers
And sing to the slaves
I see you´ve chosen to loose your faith
To burn your brigdes and lose your way
From mountain top to valley deep
From shore to cursed shore
What Nation, what State what Land is this?.
The wretched Tribe of Nero...
Sing Sing Sing to the Slaves
Sing to the Slaves that Rome Burns
Are our bones not dust?.
Is your Blood not Poison?.
On my knees in the black light
Praying for Salvation, bitter Redemption
So throw your dice and cast your shadow
You may look away
[Written originally by ancient Irish pagan poet Amergin Glangel]
I am the wind that breathes on the sea
I am the wave, wave on the ocean
I am the ray, the eye of the sun
I am a tomb, cold in darkness
I am star, the tear of the sun
I am a wonder, a wonder in flower
I am the spear as it cries out for blood
The word of great power
I am the depts of a great pool
I am the song of the blackbird
Who but I can cast light upon the meeting of the mountains?
Who but I will cry aloud the changes in the moon?
Who but I can find the place where hides away the sun?
AiliIath Nerenn
From the breeze on the mountain to the lake of deep blue
From the waterfall down to the sea
Never changing or ending on the voice of the wind
Moonlight bathes my heart
The birds sing my serenade
The trees are whispering my
Name... my name
Dark romanticism, of a
Kind seen no more...
Lament my name when I am
Gone... remember me
These years of indifference
Have poured solitude on my soul
Ice cold my skin...
Can fires of the past
Make me once a warrior
To fight the light...
I am of the earth
My soul is as old as stone
Runetongue... speak my name
Long when winter has passed
To be at one with the earth
To be at one with what was...
...my earth...
We are as of one womb
Those whose minds may reach the clouds
Hangman to all mankind
Make your peace
For mother earth lays on her deathbed
Death's rattle echoes
What pale beast
Lurks in the shadow
Great lover revelling in pox
That feeds on filth
God's old snake
We ask for a sign
A revelation
A vision of hell
or blood from stone
We have been to the ends of the earth
Slouched towards Bethlehem
With daggers drawn
So take your bitter pill and wait until dawn
The pound of flesh
Tithe of princes
Wine of salvation
We are searching
The golden redeemer
Who wrote the word of the devil
In the veins of man
If there is a watcher under the earth
Wake him from his fateless sleep
Through the glorious voids of heaving earth
Souls of fire, release me
I have stood at the top of the world
Shook the four winds and called your name
Walked dusty paths on holy hills
Gazed upon black effigies and pressed holy flesh
Her scent comes to me
As the night breathes
Her countenance grave
A waxed pallor, that lays every tomb
open to the sky
So she sees and ever watches
The stars revolve and dance for her
A velvet dream of crimson revolt
The rites of all... deliver her kiss to me
I ascend... erotic misery
We are blood to the bloodless
We are honour to the honourless
and We are gods to the godless
The cruel day hurts my eyes... it is night I ever long for
If sorrows sweet gifts have offered me thus
I am all that has been and cannot refuse
As her smile has ushered in the night
So many countless times before
I hear a foot on the stair...
I turn and she is there.
With all the gifts of the grave to offer me
How can I refuse
I have one Desire
let it be
a Pestilence upon your lands
a Plague upon all your houses
it is my wish
to Enslave all your people
The soil enriched with their Blood
To Burn your places of Worship
Our Gods shall become your Gods
All that lives on the vine is rotten
may your wines be foul
and your bread as the flesh of the dead
an ill wind to bring nought but decay
and the stench of your Slaughtered kin
The newborn, borne with fear in their eyes
and slavery in their limbs
as tools to build a new Empire
We are your cross to bear
Perhaps you shall be a martyred people
But as sure as the Night follows the Day
...a Dead People
"The desire to sweep away what is sacred and profane.
To enforce and embrace Tragedy...to imbed it deep
within the subconscious of generations..."
Ceremonial beauty beneath a bitter moon
Perditious souls danse their danse
Winter withered silence were once my tomb
In eternal frost, a dark romance
Listen, such angels of the end do weep
As knowledge comes for those who watch ever
Wrapped beneath the boughs of fateless sleep
Dismal dreams of paradise come never
The sky shall flow as waterfalls of distress
I, wandered in the midst of shades
O' heaven sent mysteries of hell's caress
Blind my eyes before my vision fades
I have envisaged the harvest moon
The summer of eternal reap
...has come...
Solomon's wisdom
Anastasis Christou
The harvest shall come
Ride the red dawn
Thralldom...
In repentent paths
Iconoclasm...
Opens new gates for you
"I will strike at the shepherd,
And the sheep will be scattered"
Turn my blood to wine
And I will drink to you
Open my veins for your soul
Light blind my eyes
I built my
Gallows with
Such a visionary
Conquest...
Conquerer of
Such perversion
As to remain
I told you once, I told you a thousand times, no regrets, no remorse*
No vile and whiskey-soaked wisdom or bloody-knuckled politic
Do I regret? Not a single moment
Will I ever repent? Will I ever repent?
And you may say that I have lost to a better man
And well, this may be true, I cannot protest or lie
Yet maybe one who did not dare to be wrong or even to be right
To those who did not dare to sing out of tune
Or sing a different song
To march to the beat of a different drum
And speak the truths others fear
Just give me one thing to live, or die for
To live. give me one thing to live or die for
So here's to comrades near and far, so raise a glass, raise your voices
Years have passed between us, some would say that they have not been kind
Yet these are the scars of war, and we remain yet we stand bloodied yet unbowed
We are. we are bloodied yet unbowed
Wrath is the standard with which I bear the flag do we fly marching to war
Only a nation that dare not speak it's name, nor can ever shed it's pain
So here's to comrades near and far
Who've raised a glass, raised hell
Years have passed, closer to the grave
But this is the song we chose to sing
A moment of clarity
It spoke to me in tongues
It spoke to me of ruin
Of destitution, and of pain
Where night, it never ever
Seems to come
To ease the misery of the day
Degenerate whores
Expose their stinking wares
to a foul race of man...
whores for all..., in time
Death soon shall bind
These soul less froms of men
To the dead of their kind
To live all their lives again
They would die in the very
Same way...
Clinging to a profane hope that
A place beyond the grave
May repay their suffering
And their pain
In a way that no whore could ever ease
Shone the sunset red and solemn
Where we stood and observed
Down the corners of the column
Letter strokes of Ogham carved
'tis belike a burial pillar
Said he and those shallow lines
Hold some warriors name of valour
And will rightly show the signs
No one saw, how far I fell
And no one ever knew
That there was a heart of flesh
Deep within me
As it was, bled of the twisted horn
And the howling of the dogs
Raise on old Heroes lament
While the weeping of women
Still vexes my heart
If this is my Journey End
Then cast me to the pyre
And if all that remains
Is a blackened heart
And the stench of death
Then know my spell is cast
And sing my song
With pride once more
I lost my self, in those streets
A passenger of foreign tongue
The sun sets, in the same language
And rises just the same
There was no grand design
To get to this point
No absolutes, no given truths
We were not carved in stone
She sent the sun to heal me
She sent the moon to guide me
And when the words failed me
So she lay beside me
Sometimes I get to thinking of the past
When I've had more than a drink or two
Who knows where the days go
Drifting in dreams of memory past
To pray to never wake
Or return to spiritless cages
That held me once before
So mant seasons I've seen
A heart as winter's cold...
To melt in a summer's passion
To forge a new things that have grown so old
My Gods need me now
I've sheltered beneath their sky
My life I would willingly give
For their return, it is but an honour to die
Seasons come and go
Children grow to die
Kings may come
And Kings may go
Dawn's cold passion filters through the trees
In darkness I showed you ecstacy
In darkness I took you from this world
Light shall never fall upon your face again
From spring I've waited for this winter's reap
I've watched you pass autumn's twilight yearning
Now with dawn I bring you eternal sleep
And silence all forever mourning...
Your blood looked so beautiful in the snow
I cried like a child...
All my life I waited for you
And with dusk's onset... I lay with you...
A cold embrace
A winter's kiss
Shafts of morning dew, fade to dusk
Fires in the distance, make shadows dance
Under this Blood Red Sky, a million martyrs died
And beneath the pale moon's face
They shall Again Arise...
Some things are best left in dreams
Reality, can be a cruel mistress
Are your lessons learnt?...
Chapters close, veins collapse
A passage ends,
A rite is earnt...
Their Blood hath quenched the land
Their spirit has set the stone
And forever the Pagan lands shall cry
With a heart so heavy...
...and limbs so weary
Sister, do not pray for me
There is no forgiveness here
Just the longest, and the darkest night
And my peoples end
And Brother, many a crooked day we spent
Telling tales and making myths
And Sharpening our tongues for the final fight
Yet doing little but growing old
I never was a religious man
So why should I put my faith in you?
You burned your bridges a long time ago
This is my church
It stands so tall and proud
And has done for all time
It has no walls
Yet its vast halls
Reach from shore to shore
To whatever shore
You know as your own
We stand as one, we stand alone
We are born
From the same womb
Hewn from the same stone
From the frozen Baltic
I watched sunrise over Athens
Walked the battlefields of Flanders
And saw duskfall at Cintra
Beneath the spires of Sofia
Fields of crosses at Arnhem
Armenius stood tall in Teuteborg
Senatus Populusque Romanus
To the fjords of Hordaland
Shadows of ancient Albion
And to the shore of a 1000th lake
Saint Vitus dance in Praha
And yet when to Ireland we Return
I know that I am home at last
And with every sun that sets
The sea will be as a desert
When my bones are long to dust
Beneath shifting dunes
And the searing Unconquerable son
Pile the bodies on the pyre
Warm the old heart of the earth
This is no place for faith, nor for hope
Just a journey through the darkest of nights
To the old heart of the earth
These are wounds made by cold hands
That know the bite of steel
Hands that have rendered life extinct
And punished the weak at heart
Tell me what Nation on this Earth
Is not born of Tragedy?
That has not felt such harsh weapons
And so it seems
I am unbound in my misery
Drunk in my sobriety
...and twisted animosiety
The private moments of man
Are rarely ever seen
Yet, autumn gathers me up
And sheds me in her leaves
Falling takes forever
From the grace of man
I fell so far
No one ever saw
How far
She is dressed in golden brown for me
Sheds her leaves like a second skin
There is fire, in your eyes tonight
No brighter sun, no darker moon
Sister Morrigu
This way comes,
And so it seems it is
Another passionate night
Another hopeless fight
What am I but a thorn in your side?
Frost in summer, to chill your heart
A drifting memory of autumn decay
A shadowed soul in a fetter of light
An abyssic voice in purile mind... a fallen one
Wandering by the shores, of eternal sin...
The sun no longer shines here
Endless waves roll upon the endless shores
A sullen ship drifts upon the blackest tide
Beneath darkened boughs, no song is heard...
An endless forest where the devil's shadows play
...here I am King
I know no other world
I know no other...
For here I am King
And a King I shall stay...
Take my hand...
Imrama...
To an eternal infinity
Lilith my bride... a love of sin so deep
Wounds of lust won't ever heal
Stigmata... I yearn for thy crimson taste
Rape my senses... upon your cross I'll weep
But shall this longing I ever satiate
I writhe, I twist... convulse in ecstacy
Bring me to ritual, bring me to life
Fornicate, profanate, procreate... spawn of he who am I
Eternity, for your touch I'll pay
It is nights as black as this that have made me
Am I to pay the wage of sin...?
Beyond the stars a fire shall burn for me
I turn my face to a new age...
(Nothing seems to make sense, I'm tired of it all, I've stopped searching
for meanings... there are none. Time heals nothing, all it does is make you
more bitter, more twisted yet sucks the life out of you... leaving you too
apathetic to seek revenge. Revenge on a society that has lied to you since
the day you were born. Only humanity would fill it's days with so much
fucking misery to prove to itself that it must be worth something. To
who?... to who are you worth something? Who would ever fucking miss you...
who will miss you when you are dead? I will tell you... no one...)
It's time to cast out of net
To call in all the old debts
To stumble over all the harsh words
And heal all the wounds
To steal every glance
Every darkened romance
And cast it to the pyre
To rewrite the words, feign the phrases
To finally finish those unwritten pages
If I even closed the chapter on you
I'm sorry, I never knew what else to do
It's last call and the hour is late
Time for the last nail in the coffin
Then cast me to the fire...
[People, places, passages in time, seizing the moment even though the slow burning pain may consume you...]
One day I stood with my back to the wind
And the rain fell down
Raised my fist to the cobalt sky
And called to the Gods
... Where are you?
I stood in the stream with cold clear water
Rushing around me
Cold stone underfoot
And called again to the Gods
... Where are you?
I sat in the forest clearing
Surrounded by wood and leaf
A Raven watched my every move
I could feel my heartbeat Thundering
Deep within my veins
I set foot on foreign land
Held my brothers and sisters to me
And saw the same questions in them
Yet when I clasped their hands
I felt their Blood beneath mine
A cold wind is blowing
Through the graves it is blowing
And it bares a poisoned tongue
And the foul breath of deceit
I am my fathers son
And his deeds
Cannot be undone... be undone
You trade in his blood
Writing your history
In the sacrifices of the dead
Where is the fighting man?
Am I he?
You would trade every truth
For hollow victories
Every empire will fall
Every monument crumble
Forgotten men who watch the centuries
Whose silent words
Rise up in betrayal
We will rise up in betrayal
Where is the fighting man?
Am I he?
You would trade every truth
For hollow victories
Every empire falls
And the earth to ashes turn
The lands of my birth
Shall be my tomb
These are the lands, the lands of my birth
Soon to be ruins, the ruins of my past
And when the sky should fall
The earth to ashes turn
Then you know they shall be my tomb
Where is the fighting man?
I am he
You would trade every truth
I am cut from the cloth of Judas
And have seen his face in mine
The weathered hands that turn the pages
Are scattered in the sun
My ship has the blackest sails
Yet no wind to drive like slaves
You cannot see from shore
That it casts no shadow upon the wave
The sepulchral crawl with us
Over land and see they hail
Deadened hands upon the rudder
Groaning on the gale
They will dash you against the cliffs
'Til every brittle bone is broken
Jutting rip and gristled knuckle
Is gnashing on the foam
I am cut from the cloth of Judas
From the hangman's hand itself
The long stare of the condemned
And the cursed song of slaves
"And you who follow me to make
Sure I do not exceed the span,
Given to me on earth I take
Care old Shadow of a man
Dead God of all my god's own snake"
[Guillam Appolinaire, from "Reply of the Zagur-Og Cossacks to the Sultan of Constantinople"]
Free me from the hangman's hand
Free me from the hangman's noose
So bend your knee before the majesty of death
You struggle for breath and lay the dead head to head
So bend your knee before the majesty of death
You struggle for breath and lay the dead head to head
So they stretch from the womb to the grave
Let us tell you the first journey of men
The first murder, the soil so red and barren
Destroy the church of the priest - rising the heathens
Proclaming of the mercy damaging the instinct of man
Fuck the nun and kill the priest - I spit on their
message
In capitalism rule pope and state are united
They are the masters of this world deceding on our life
What it means rebellion if I'm not in the dogma
I'm proud to walk and let down in the dark
Wild and free, primordial
Wild and free, primordial
Wild and free, primordial
Wild and free, primordial
There is an animal in me which makes me strong
A latent power calling bestiality
The cult has been tormented but it survived in the time
Wisdom of ancients manuscripts has been all burned
Nature and purity were injured in nomine god
Good and evil are in confront - relative concept
Lucifer is the lord and bringer of light
He is the brother of christ the pettifogger
Wild and free, primordial
Wild and free, primordial
Wild and free, primordial
[Originally performed by Bathory]
Twilight burn across the sky
Time has come the doom is near
Stillness rules this cloudless night
Armageddon is here
Woe to you
Earth and Sea
TOTAL DESTRUCTION
12 days of total eclipse
Yet the stillness rules this night of mist
But slowly clouds of death are forming
The time has come to Reap
Burning skies
Battle cries
TOTAL DESTRUCTION
The end of mankind universe
So many battles yet to fight
Take heed forever learn
When the bells chime THE RETURN...
Screams of fear
The doom is here
I have one Desire
let it be
a Pestilence upon your lands
a Plague upon all your houses
it is my wish
to Enslave all your people
The soil enriched with their Blood
To Burn your places of Worship
Our Gods shall become your Gods
All that lives on the vine is rotten
may your wines be foul
and your bread as the flesh of the dead
an ill wind to bring nought but decay
and the stench of your Slaughtered kin
The newborn, borne with fear in their eyes
and slavery in their limbs
as tools to build a new Empire
We are your cross to bear
Perhaps you shall be a martyred people
But as sure as the Night follows the Day
...a Dead People
"The desire to sweep away what is sacred and profane.
To enforce and embrace Tragedy... to imbed it deep
Bring the women
and children before me
Let us make rivers of their blood
Bleed for me... I wish it so
and streams shall meet such rivers
and seaward they shall flow
See the shoreline scattered
with their precious skulls
See the tide come in
as blood to meet their bone
A grotesque promise
Beneath a crimson sky... a seasons birth
We'll drown the newborn like unwanted dogs
and condemn them to their desperate gods
We'll take a needle, to the arm of the world
For it is our season
We'll burn the temples, of the righteous
Rend them as ashes, to the four winds
As ashes... to the four winds
The winds of a new season
"All is all for the taking, to Rise Phoenix like from the Ashes...
[Originally performed by Darkthrone]
From the abode of demons
A wing of the pentagram
Comes the juice that painted
My heart and my soul
Swept in black they are
Swept in black I am
From this soul comes the eyes
That will look upon your ten
Beautiful heads with delight
My heart is the one
That will tend to your flames
And make them mine
We share this spirit -
My heart is yours...
I am your disciple
And therefore my own
Your weapon I will be
With the demons that posesses me
We'll ride the seven sins of death
That takes me to Katharian
The sign of your horns
Is my dearest vision
They impale all holy and weak
You watch me face the mirror
And see desecration
With my art I am the fist
We stood on the shoulders of giants
Like atlas with the burden of faith
We clasped our hands in praise
Of a conqueror's right to tyranny
This is a language that has not passed
Our lips in one thousand years
So heretics I call to you
Partisans stand as one
Rebels raise your voices
If not then all is lost
This is the death of the Republic and make no mistake
The senate is lost and Zeus is laughing
So Mars God of war can you hurl a lightning bolt
To smash the temple of the blind
The Tiber is over flowing with the blood of innocent men
And so we stood, among thieves, liars and murderers
Whose names shall live in eternal rest and infamy
Disgraced kings enshrined with their pious men
Who ruled us all with the bloodied spear of destiny
You knew my name before I was born
You knew my death from the moment it passed my lips
This is the death of the Republic
Dead and gone with Pearse in the grave
Haunted to the end by the ghosts of Connolly's army
Skeletal fingers on the trigger of Collins' demise
And Parnell's dreams are turned to nothing but dust
"And I say to my people's masters: beware, beware of the
thing that is coming, beware of the risen people, who shall
take what we would not give.
Did ye think to conquer the people, or that law is stronger
than life and than men's desire to be free?"
Hangman to all mankind
Make your peace
For mother earth lays on her deathbed
Death's rattle echoes
What pale beast
Lurks in the shadow
Great lover revelling in pox
That feeds on filth
God's old snake
We ask for a sign
A revelation
A vision of hell
or blood from stone
We have been to the ends of the earth
Slouched towards Bethlehem
With daggers drawn
So take your bitter pill and wait until dawn
The pound of flesh
Tithe of princes
Wine of salvation
We are searching
The golden redeemer
Who wrote the word of the devil
In the veins of man
If there is a watcher under the earth
Wake him from his fateless sleep
Through the glorious voids of heaving earth
Souls of fire, release me
I have stood at the top of the world
Shook the four winds and called your name
Walked dusty paths on holy hills
Seems we are to live our final days
Far from the dwellings of men
As flowing tides and shifting sands
Far from the bitter gaze of soul less man
In sorrow we fly from our loved ones
To die in the waters of the wild
My brethren can seek no shelter beneath these wings
Until dead men rise from their graves
How sad it is for me to see
My fathers fallen halls
Here once prideful men clashed as Gods
With veins aflame and hearts of thunder
Yet my fathers are long since dead and gone
And I with heart so heavy
And limbs so weary
It seems our sun is all but dimmed
And we your children have
Wandered for years
And felt the cruel blast of freezing winds
But the harshest blow of all to come...
To return at last to an empty home
"Adapted and altered from the Irish folklore tale
Of the Children of Lir, turned to swans and condemned
To roam for 300 years before returning home... to an empty
Home. An interesting spine for an allegorical tale. One of
Displacement, disenchantment and alienation... from this world
And it's ways. Longing for another Age...
Awaiting the dawn...
Lilith my bride... a love of sin so deep
wounds of lust won't ever heal
Stigmata... I yearn for thy crimson taste
rape my senses... upon your cross I'll weep
but shall this longing ever satiate
I writhe, I twist... convulse in ecstacy
bring me to ritual, bring me to life
fornicate, profanate, procreate...
spawn of he who am I
eternity for your touch I pray
it is nights as black as these who have made me
am I to pay the wage of sin?
beyond the stars a fire shall burn for me
I turn my face to a new age
Borders swell like the oceans
Nations swept away
In the steel rain
Wounds carved in the earth
The silent hands of genocide
Map the years
Forgotten legacies of dust
People remembered in nothing
But fragments of language
Verses of song
And shards of military rust
The gallows cold hands
Tighten old rope
Young men hang in the fetid breeze
Like rotten fruit
Too ripe for harvest
They have marched us
Through the streets
Heralded our death
Proclaimed our end
And brought us to our knees
A host of the willing few
Is gathered at the Traitors Gates
Demanding their pound of flesh
And their weight in gold
The tyrant
Resurrected as King
Who's Midas touch an Iron Fist
All the world proclaiming
Yesterday's man as Traitor
Yet welcome with open arms
The crippled oracle breathes his lungs like grit
His blackened hands, like maps of ungodly lands
Skin as leather, burnt by the sun
This world is not for him, this world is not for
You nor I
When the Gods were young the burden was less
It was not grief and it was not fear
Who cast the shadow upon our age?
Who has crippled the young and blinded their eyes?
He counts the hours, days and awful years
To when the children stare into the sun
The mountains crumble to the sea
And our civilizations turn to dust
They are turned to dust
So slumber watcher, till the spheres
Have turned ten and twenty thousand years
The crippled oracle breathes, his lungs like grit
This world is not for him, this world is not for
From the north to the south
From the east to the west
All that waits for me is the grave
I have been where my brothers lay fallen
And my kind are as slaves
Bloodied yet unbowed
I sing a song of the tomb
Of the cold and heathen earth
Of the god's that await me
I raise a glass in your name
For when the sun rise again
To our deaths like condemned men
This is the twilight of the ages
And no man shall stand
I sing a song of the tomb
Of the cold and heathen earth
With virgin voice to poisoned womb
I call to the shadowed kind
To men of myth, etched in stone
Whose songs are heard no more
The women of the barren lands
[instrumental]
You say you know me
I'm the poison in your veins
My faith is not welcome here
I break the young and the cold
There is a darkness here
You cannot imagine
You cannot fathom
It speaks to me in tongues
Can you hear it?
I've built my tower of song
With words as bitter, splintered bone
Gnarled and wretched, spiteful and harsh
I've cursed the vermin, the vermin of the earth
I've wished pestilence upon the foul and weak
Not just men, but women and children too
With a rusted blade across their throats
I've played the tyrant's hand against the rhyme and
reason of fools
I've prayed to sickly children
In their blackened cities of filth...
You say you know me, do you?
Cause I'm the poison in your veins
My faith, it is not welcome here
The wilderness is gathering all its children in...
"The ghosts of our pasts are gathered at the borders of
every nation waiting to reign a terrible wrath upon us.
Men's hearts are turning, darker and darker as every
day passes. Old Europe is changing, the world is
changing. The wilderness is gathering its children in,
there is terrible maelstrom gathering. Can you see it?
Our young hearts are born with grief
And we have paid the penalty of truth
A season, of our stolen youth
Shall teach old hearts to break
It feels like I've been here before
Here, where the animals lay down to die
So we stand, alone on a distant store
Our broken spirits in rags and tatters
Our broken spirits and rags in tatters
With knot and muscle and heart and brain
They are lost to Ireland, they are lost in vain
So you pause, and you can, almost hear
The sounds, they echo down through the ages
The creak, of the burial cart
Hear the humiliation and sorrow
Mouth fixed with indignation
So one is driven to enslave?
Oh god that friends should be so dear
And human flesh so cheap
Our young hearts are born with such grief
And we have paid the penalty of truth
The season, of our stolen youth
Shall teach old hearts to break
It feels like I've been here before
Here, where the animals lay down to die
So we stood, alone on a distant shore
Broken spirits, in rags and tatters
And so the rain kept on falling
Still a solitary mourner stands
Beneath the sorrowed eaves
Among the rotting autumn leaves
And watches over you
All the flowers laid
Have long since bowed their heads
And all the wailing women
No longer cast their cries
And all who once wore black
Have returned to their lives
Yet the mourner has not
Forgotten
And will stand that way forever
If I am the mourner
Who shall know my name?
Who shall ever know my pain?
A solitary mourner stands
to watch over you...
(Nothing seems to make sense, I'm tired of it all, I've stopped searching
for meanings... there are none. Time heals nothing, all it does is make you
more bitter, more twisted yet sucks the life out of you... leaving you too
apathetic to seek revenge. Revenge on a society that has lied to you since
the day you were born. Only humanity would fill it's days with so much
fucking misery to prove to itself that it must be worth something. To
who?... to who are you worth something? Who would ever fucking miss you...
who will miss you when you are dead? I will tell you... no one...)
It's time to cast out of net
To call in all the old debts
To stumble over all the harsh words
And heal all the wounds
To steal every glance
Every darkened romance
And cast it to the pyre
To rewrite the words, feign the phrases
To finally finish those unwritten pages
If I even closed the chapter on you
I'm sorry, I never knew what else to do
It's last call and the hour is late
Time for the last nail in the coffin
Then cast me to the fire...
Seems we are to live our final days
Far from the dwellings of men
As flowing tides and shifting sands
Far from the bitter gaze of soul less man
In sorrow we fly from our loved ones
To die in the waters of the wild
My brethren can seek no shelter beneath these wings
Until dead men rise from their graves
How sad it is for me to see
My fathers fallen halls
Here once prideful men clashed as Gods
With veins aflame and hearts of thunder
Yet my fathers are long since dead and gone
And I with heart so heavy
And limbs so weary
It seems our sun is all but dimmed
And we your children have
Wandered for years
And felt the cruel blast of freezing winds
But the harshest blow of all to come...
To return at last to an empty home
"Adapted and altered from the Irish folklore tale
of the Children of Lir, turned to swans and condemned
to roam for 300 years before returning home...to an empty
home. An interesting spine for an allegorical tale. One of
displacement, disenchantment and alienation...from this world
and its ways. Longing for another Age...
another time, another place..."
(Written originally by ancient Irish pagan poet Amergin Glangel)
I am the wind that breathes on the sea
I am the wave, wave on the ocean
I am the ray, the eye of the sun
I am a tomb, cold in darkness
I am star, the tear of the sun
I am a wonder, a wonder in flower
I am the spear as it cries out for blood
The word of great power
I am the depts of a great pool
I am the song of the blackbird
Who but I can cast light upon the meeting of the mountains?
Who but I will cry aloud the changes in the moon?
Who but I can find the place where hides away the sun?
AiliIath Nerenn
From the breeze on the mountain to the lake of deep blue
From the waterfall down to the sea
Never changing or ending on the voice of the wind
Brother, what tidings doth thou bring?
Can't you hear Dread Words from Traitors Tongues
Sister, Few Honours are left standing Proud
In this world
They have made the soil ever barren
Our Legends but Shadows, Idle and Fallen to Ruin
My Heart, Knows Falsehood Prevails
In this, the Long Winter of the Spirit
We have Born Witness to False Judgement
Yet against all this
I carry the Fight, Beyond the Ages
The Wolves shall echo my rallying Cry
An Oath, Sworn of Ancient Blood
Haunting the Usurpers through plague (and Pestilence)
Through Tempest, across the Raging Seas
(my rage) as a Bolt of Lightning
Within a clenched Fist... seeking Retribution
Know
That when there is Nothing left in this world
I will come for you
No Ideal not Scarred and Worn
No hope not Shattered and Torn
I will come for you
Mairfidh ar bhfuil go deo
I gciorcal timpeall na cruinne
A dheite arsa... Ta ar Aine fºs ar lasadh
Tog muidne do mhuintir... Go siorai
An rud a eirionn ºn gcre
Fillfidh se aris
Ta na coillte suilta agam
Mhothainn na spirid... Mhothainn an phian
Ag tnuth
Le rich athoireacha seanda arsa, ar
Ard rithe
Le sui... I gcuimhne na glºire
Muintir na ndeithe
Muintir na nirt
Muintir na tola
Ag fi draoichta
Mealltach na cruinne
Oscallaionn se go fairsing dom
For those who may Rise
As a Phoenix from the Ashes
For those who may Devour
The Fruits of Knowledge
For those who coil
Serpent like, with cyclical Grace
...For those as Wolves among Sheep
who Sharpen their Teeth
for the last Supper
For those who are the Rock
Upon which our Fortress built
For those who are the Anvil
Upon which our will is Forged
For those whose Deeds
shall become Song
and for those whose Eyes
Shall light up the heavens
With a single Fiery Glance
This ....is your season
"Of cyclical rebirth and regeneration...the serpent
who eats his own tail. Of the Word, the Mind, and
the Will that makes Flesh. This is our Season..."
Moonlight bathes my heart
The birds sing my serenade
The trees are whispering my
Name... my name
Dark romanticism, of a
Kind seen no more...
Lament my name when I am
Gone... remember me
These years of indifference
Have poured solitude on my soul
Ice cold my skin...
Can fires of the past
Make me once a warrior
To fight the light...
I am of the earth
My soul is as old as stone
Runetongue... speak my name
Long when winter has passed
To be at one with the earth
To be at one with what was...
...my earth...
We are as of one womb
A cold wind is blowing
Through the graves it is blowing
And it bares a poisoned tongue
And the foul breath of deceit
I am my fathers son
And his deeds
Cannot be undone... be undone
You trade in his blood
Writing your history
In the sacrifices of the dead
Where is the fighting man?
Am I he?
You would trade every truth
For hollow victories
Every empire will fall
Every monument crumble
Forgotten men who watch the centuries
Whose silent words
Rise up in betrayal
We will rise up in betrayal
Where is the fighting man?
Am I he?
You would trade every truth
For hollow victories
Every empire falls
And the earth to ashes turn
The lands of my birth
Shall be my tomb
These are the lands, the lands of my birth
Soon to be ruins, the ruins of my past
And when the sky should fall
The earth to ashes turn
Then you know they shall be my tomb
Where is the fighting man?
I am he
You would trade every truth
For hollow victories
[Originally performed by Darkthrone]
From the abode of demons
A wing of the pentagram
Comes the juice that painted
My heart and my soul
Swept in black they are
Swept in black I am
From this soul comes the eyes
That will look upon your ten
Beautiful heads with delight
My heart is the one
That will tend to your flames
And make them mine
We share this spirit -
My heart is yours...
I am your disciple
And therefore my own
Your weapon I will be
With the demons that posesses me
We'll ride the seven sins of death
That takes me to Katharian
The sign of your horns
Is my dearest vision
They impale all holy and weak
You watch me face the mirror
And see desecration
With my art I am the fist
In the face of god
[Originally performed by Bathory]
Twilight burn across the sky
Time has come the doom is near
Stillness rules this cloudless night
Armageddon is here
Woe to you
Earth and Sea
TOTAL DESTRUCTION
12 days of total eclipse
Yet the stillness rules this night of mist
But slowly clouds of death are forming
The time has come to Reap
Burning skies
Battle cries
TOTAL DESTRUCTION
The end of mankind universe
So many battles yet to fight
Take heed forever learn
When the bells chime THE RETURN...
Screams of fear
The doom is here
TOTAL DESTRUCTION
[Instrumental]
[The first rays of a Glorious Dawn, the warmth upon your face... the sensation that the land is awakening...]
And so the rain kept on falling
Still a solitary mourner stands
Beneath the sorrowed eaves
Among the rotting autumn leaves
And watches over you
All the flowers laid
Have long since bowed their heads
And all the wailing women
No longer cast their cries
And all who once wore black
Have returned to their lives
Yet the mourner has not
Forgotten
And will stand that way forever
If I am the mourner
Who shall know my name?
Who shall ever know my pain?
A solitary mourner stands
Funeral winds... caress the flame
The naked fire that soothes my flesh
In darkness I can ask for little more
Then a Samhain fire to lead the dead
Nocturnal everslumber procession
A gathering of such ancient souls
To see our brother to his journey's end
Into the darkness forever...
The frozen ground dances beneath us
Our path cross the barren lands
Burning torches lament
As fiery shadows dance
Across his gravebound face
Entombed in pagan earth
To rise in the cold November mist
We will haunt their pious dreams
In eternal black adore we kiss
Witchcraft has breathed death in my soul
Soiled hands of work, to pit a Nations Fall
Skeletal hands upon the coffers of the Old World
Ghosts of Men, re-writing history
Red ink, from the well of Martyrdom
Words to drip from the Traitors Tongues
Waging a War between the Crimson lines
The Old Heart of the Earth
Divided, poisoned, ready for the fall
Valiant Men, made to wear the Devils Mask
The Scapegoats for a New Age
Such words will bear the Fruit of Flesh
(Today's Innocence),
Tomorrows Finger on the Trigger
So, who Heralds the Grace of Fallen Empires?
Hymns to the Ruination of Majesty
He who inherits the Dark Crown of ill will
The Scorn of those deemed Righteous Men
The Gauntlet thrown, The Baton tossed
By Statute, by Law, by Divine Decree
Impositions as Kindling to the fire
The Old Heart is beating, with Ancient Blood
[A history passed through generations, through the ravages of time and falsity of spirit, blood remains and the circle remains unbroken, the answer to the future lays in the not too distant and dim past, and as we lay waste to the naysayers and cut the traitors tongues from their very mouths of spectre of history shall loom from the past enriched with the Blood of our Ancestors to pass judgement...]
Bring the women
and children before me
Let us make rivers of their blood
Bleed for me...I wish it so
and streams shall meet such rivers
and seaward they shall flow
See the shoreline scattered
with their precious skulls
See the tide come in
as blood to meet their bone
A grotesque promise
Beneath a crimson sky...a seasons birth
We'll drown the newborn like unwanted dogs
and condemn them to their desperate gods
We'll take a needle, to the arm of the world
For it is our season
We'll burn the temples, of the righteous
Rend them as ashes, to the four winds
As ashes... to the four winds
The winds of a new season
"All is all for the taking, to Rise Phoenix like from the Ashes...
A twisted and revelatory dream of the new Aeon..."
You... gave me strenght to carry on
You... pass all wordly troubles unto me
You... gave my time meaning
You... left your sorrow for my soul
I love you
I need you
I want you
I live you
I am you
I... layed a thousand souls to rest
I... could be a martyr in their eyes
I... wished only for them to see
I... embraced where I once dwelled
I... lived for you
"If rape, arson, poison or the knife has
Wove no pleasing pattern upon this
Drab canvas we call life, it is because
I am the eye of the storm
Axis Mundi, I fall to my knees
I've realised my dark dreams, father
I have become... I spread my seed
Have I not brought you to these
Ends of the earth that I defy
No effigy shall fail me now
And no voice from the sky, shall deny me
I rode the four hate winds
From where I came, I could not name
I hear the colours and see the sounds
I arose from the east, and plagued
The lands of the same... I had no need
Of incantation, or enchantmant
You brought the end upon your world
Our world has no end... your's
Has just begun... now is torment
My Faith is written in my blood
And my gods within my Image
I stand within the Sun unblinking
And Rise within it's Rays
It is not enough to kindle the Fire
One must be the Fire
It is not enough to Face Tomorrow
When there is Time enough Today
So long this savage beast has been
Slumbered (too long)
Shackled and bound no longer
For I am both Sacrifice and Solution
Has the world made you?
Have you made the world?
There are strange times I ask you...
Generations of Messiahs
As Grist to the Mill
All with the world to sell
And a world to win
Yet looking no further
Then yesterday Dictator
Or yesterdays Traitor
"I have crossed the seas, I have left cities behind me,
and I have followed the source of rivers towards their
source or plunged into forests, always making for other
cities. I have had women, I have fought with men; and
I could never turn back any more than a record can spin
in reverse. And all that was leading me where?
To this very moment..."
[Jean Paul Sartre "Nausea"]
I sink below the waves
is this what I've been looking for?
it seems
I've found someone to die for
someone to lie for...
I've drunk my fill of misery
it's time to move on
Restless and forgiving
it will lead me to the Grave
Let's leave for other worlds
leave the future behind
Here... my will has been spent
Let us depart
Before the night steals upon us
The Wretchedness of another day
"The wish, the want, to stay in the dream state,
can leaving this mortal coil be seen as a new
departure?, or a return to a permanent dream state?
To feel to never want to wake. For here my will has
Here there is no god, he is ground to dust
In the death machine of industry
The iron hearse sent on bitter tracks to the Gulag
Suffering forged between the hammer and sickle
The sorrow of men's hearts is a broken people
Nations at the gallows pray for mercy killing
Men of the cloth stand in stretch necked defiance
Famines fist sounds the death knell
The people's utopia moulds an industrial horizon
Rusted Vostok in the lap of the Gods
I want to burn, give me the funeral pyre
Long was life but my life's waking short
The highest of my father's sacraments
To climb towards heaven on a towering flame
And scream out the injustice by which