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Panzerfaust
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Current | |
Kaizer | Guitars (2005-present) |
Goliath | Vocals (2006-present) |
Thomas Gervais | Bass (2019-present) |
Alexander Kartashov | Drums (2019-present) |
Past | |
Lord Baphomet | Drums (2005-2019) |
Orcus | Bass (2006-2008) |
Member(bands): Operus, Eclipse Eternal | |
Koldovstvo | Viola (2006) |
Member(bands): Sortilegia, Sylvus | |
Morbid | Bass (2008-2019) |
Member(bands): Razorwire, Blackened | |
Azathoth | Guitars (2011-2012) |
Past (Live) | |
Andrew Chalmers | Drums (2014-?) |
Member(bands): Hexenklad, Pagan Ritual, Astral Possession | |
Alexander Kartashov | Drums (2017-2019) |
Thomas Gervais | Bass (2019) |
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1 | The Winds Will Lead Us... | Full-length | 2006 | Show album |
2 | Panzerfaust / Totalus Necrum | Split | 2007 | Show album |
3 | The Dark Age of Militant Paganism | Full-length | 2008 | Show album |
4 | Bythos - Proarkhe | EP | 2010 | Show album |
5 | Ephphatha | EP | 2011 | Show album |
6 | Jehovah-Jireh: The Divine Anti-Logos | Full-length | 2013 | Show album |
7 | The Lucifer Principle | EP | 2016 | Show album |
8 | The Suns of Perdition - Chapter I: War, Horrid War | Full-length | 2019 | Show album |
9 | The Faustian Pact | Single | 2020 | Show album |
10 | The Suns of Perdition - Chapter II: Render unto Eden | Full-length | 2020 | Show album |
The Winds Will Lead Us...
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Lord Baphomet | Drums |
Kaizer | Guitars |
Goliath | Vocals |
Orcus | Bass |
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Koldovstvo | Viola (track 6) |
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1. | At the Storming Gates of Nihil | 01:32 | |
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2. | Set Flames to the Masses | 03:15 | |
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3. | At the Dismal Summits... | 05:17 | |
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4. | Iconoclast | 03:53 | |
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5. | Ancient Blood | 03:12 | |
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6. | As the Winter Draws to the Battlefields | 03:01 | |
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7. | The Winds Will Lead Us... | 07:00 | |
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8. | Buried in the Solitary Night | 00:39 | |
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Panzerfaust / Totalus Necrum
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Totalus Necrum | |
Vercingetorix | Guitars |
Zephyrus | Vocals, Drum programming |
Panzerfaust | |
Lord Baphomet | Drums |
Kaizer | Guitars |
Goliath | Vocals |
Orcus | Bass |
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1. | Panzerfaust - At the Storming Gates of Nihil | 03:04 | |
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2. | Panzerfaust - At the Dismal Summits... | 05:15 | |
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3. | Panzerfaust - Iconoclast | 03:57 | |
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4. | Panzerfaust - Set Flames to the Masses | 03:19 | |
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5. | Totalus Necrum - Raging with Slaughter | 03:24 | |
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6. | Totalus Necrum - Revelations Through Carnage | 03:28 | |
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7. | Totalus Necrum - Texts of the Decayed | 03:13 | |
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8. | Totalus Necrum - By Order of the Tyrant | 03:46 | |
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The Dark Age of Militant Paganism
Album versions
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April 12th, 2008 | Northern Storm Records | ADCD2008 | CD | |
April 1st, 2008 | The End Records | CD |
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Band members | |
Lord Baphomet | Drums |
Kaizer | Guitars |
Goliath | Vocals |
Orcus | Bass |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Eduardo Rodriguez | Artwork |
Colin Attlesey | Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
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1. | Damascus: 730 A.D | 03:56 | |
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2. | The Dark Age of Militant Paganism | 02:55 | Show lyrics |
Murder the weak, dispose of the dead No need to scorn over their severed heads Sword in my hand, axe on my side There’s only one end - in the dead Christian’s eyes Unholy light, wherever I walk Bound to this land, and boundaries unseen Free from the cure - of the sub human rule For I call upon the God’s - who’s fate is bound to mine When the fallen arise We will forever lay at Odin’s side To the God’s... Let us burn for you! Murder the weak, dispose of the dead No need to scorn over their severed heads Sword in my hand, axe on my side There’s only one end - in the dead Christian’s eyes Unholy light, wherever I walk Bound to this land, and boundaries unseen Free from the cure - of the sub human rule For I call upon the God’s - who’s fate is bound to mine |
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3. | Legions of the Horned Knjaz | 04:32 | Show lyrics |
Hell Lord! Your wish is my command Emperor of the night! I am the spear that lay by your side Horned Knjaz! Provider of the shadows, Guide me through the gates Child of God! He won’t help you now Preacher of lies! I am the fear that stay by your side Horned Knjaz! Provider of the shadows Come forth child of God... Soon you’ll meet the evil one... Storm thy legions! The arrival of our kind And like the wolves, We are merciless to our prey |
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4. | Impale the Nazarene (Fuck You Father for I Have Sinned) | 03:28 | Show lyrics |
You can scream all you want Fuck you father! You can scream all you want Go beg for your life! You can scream all you want Fuck you father! You can scream all you want They’ll pray for your life Impale the Nazarene Mourning cries as you blood wreaks the skies Impale the Nazarene Many have come to see you die Impale the Nazarene Mourning cries as you blood wreaks the skies Impale the Nazarene We were pleased to see you die! |
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5. | At the Dismal Summits... | 03:17 | Show lyrics |
Witness the ice, in which we plaque our souls Over the mountainside, close and closer to colder times At the dismal summits Frozen cries scream to benight your kind As I stand on tundra skylines Breathing the frozen winds Staring at the bellowing shadowlands I stand to embrace the sky For those who rode by my side... |
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6. | Iconoclast (In the Arm of the Panzerclaw) | 03:42 | Show lyrics |
Storming to deface your kind Exiling the cross, defined Killing off your race Seeking through my mind Iconoclast - Killing off your race Iconoclast - Seeking through my mind |
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7. | The Dawning of... | 06:07 | Show lyrics |
In a time when pagan gods ruled the earth, visions of hope, and honor prospered amongst our people, only to be compromised by a force imposing a new faith, and power over all human kind. Marching on in blind torment, the Christian armies found themselves unmatched, victorious throughout all the land. As the years would pass, the forces of the Christians would grow to tremendous strengths, erasing all traces of the past, soon the pagan way would be nothing more than a treasured memory latched on to by many in the high hopes of one day resurrecting the past. Since then our hunger for ancient order has grown, as the memories fade into the depths of our subconscious minds, our hatred fuels the guiding flame. At the brink of a new era the king forgotten warriors resurrect, and stand as one with us in modern warfare marching side by side joining us in the final black crusade. | |||
8. | The Black Crusade | 02:48 | Show lyrics |
Seeking truth in a world of lies Marching through the blackened skies Marching on with wrath to find Hidden Tales of forgotten lives On this march we stay together Marching to seek the world of lies Untold stories, Unmarked graves Unmask the truth life plays Skies of truth, skies of power Skies of paint, and skies of war Rain on us, unholy showers Guide us men to revenge our faith Destroy it all, their holy lives Revenge against all holy kind As we leave our flame is burning that will not stop until we are done Now it’s time to fight together Tear down the walls to seek the truth All your rules and your religion No ruth, no God , just blackened skies As we march on defeated grounds Skies ablaze are left behind We star as one, we stay together We will not stop until we’re done |
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9. | Storming Under Blackened Horizons | 04:35 | Show lyrics |
Storming for power Storming for wrath Endless gunfire In these Panzer infested lands No hope for light Not a breath in sight Under an eclipse covered night Storming for power Storming for wrath The endless gunfire Reaps Panzer infested lands No hope for light Not a breath in sight Under an eclipse covered night Never sunlight here |
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10. | Advancing Vinland Hordes - The Echoes upon Our Coming Storm | 06:07 | Show lyrics |
Eyeless in eternal sleep As the night emits the shadows And beyond the blinding glare The winds will blow to me Endless mighty mountainsides Succumb to me A view that never once be seen Yet I still stand here... Where our lang, still bears of snow Winds are swept below me And beyond the blinding glare Watches dimly into my eyes Fathomless depths, all I see As the valleygates open When the embers tame my path Let the ashes forge my throne |
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Bythos - Proarkhe
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Morbid | Bass |
Lord Baphomet | Drums |
Kaizer | Guitars, Lyrics |
Goliath | Vocals |
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1. | Ephphatha | 08:15 | Show lyrics |
In the presence of the holy angels, Anoint thine eyes with salve so that thou mayest see. And he who hath an ear – extend them to Him - And to every nation and every kindred before the earth. And came the voice of many waters, and as a voice of great thunders And the voice of harpers playing the hymns to the wrath of God in his sevenfold. Ephphatha – Be Opened And they sang a new song upon the throne On guileless tongues – faultless before the throne of God The same shall drink the wine of his wrath Which is poured out unmixed into the cup of his indignation; and shall be tormented with fire and brimstone in the presence of the holy angels and in the presence of the Lamb. So the angel thrust in his sickle into the earth, And gathered the grape vine across the nations, And cast it into the great winepress of the Wrath of God, Thrust in thy sickle and reap, to drink of man’s perdition “DRINK IT” before the Lamb. “And looking up to heaven, He sighed and said unto him, EPHPHATHA! BE OPENED!” Thrust in thy sickle and gather the clusters of the vine of the earth, for her grapes are fully ripe with the sins of man. Behold, the WRATH OF THE LAMB! Blessed are the dead who die in the LORD Ephphatha – Be Opened |
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2. | Spear of Famine | 06:25 | Show lyrics |
The ashen rays of wasting famine descend against them, And many shall not be known in the land by the famine that follows When the land reaps the consequences of its sins - A loving hand of desolation shall sow the earth with salt The LORD’s decree / Divine Command Come and repent! Sword of Judgment, Spear of Famine, Crown of plagues All flesh shall perish together, And man shall turn again unto dust Spear of famine Pierced in the soils of redemption; Who planted a seed to reap the harvest from the grain of God. Awaiting to witness, A cross that feeds; Devoted to see salvation starved from the breast of man If calamity comes upon us, Whether the sword of judgment, famine or plague, the scales of justice weigh the stones - that reap the pores of man’s rotten skin; Salivating from perversion’s righteous tongue The LORD’s decree / Divine Command Come and repent! Sword of Judgment, Spear of Famine, Crown of plagues All flesh shall perish together, And man shall turn again unto dust Among those who sit upon the graves; Like flies to the swine Among those who broth the meat of the unwashed Like flies to the swine Among those who’s pots wreak of the flesh of rats Like flies to the swine From flesh to dust, and blood to dirt Like flies to the swine |
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3. | Alpha / Omega: Twilight of the Anti-sphere | 09:09 | Show lyrics |
First-begotten of the dead, who bore the crown from which time shall stand, I heard his voice like a thousand trumpets that trembled the ground [LORD]: “I AM THAT I AM, “And I shall abolish the sin that pollutes the earth; I shall scald from the womb that is man, the cutthroat guilt with the sword of my mouth” Ruling rod of iron; So that no man that in riches shall take thy crown [LORD]: “May your rags or riches be tried in fire, and thee who has not defiled thy garments; shall be worthy to walk with Me in white; Into the Anti-sphere.” [LORD]: “I AM ALPHA AND OMEGA, THE BEGINNING AND THE ENDING,” Char-winged black angel, sun-scorched pillars of fire, Seven angels sound their trumpets and seven thunders uttered their voices: [LORD]: “He that killeth with the sword, must be killed with the sword.” “And the fourth angel poured out his vial upon the sun; and power was given unto him to scorch men with fire.” And the slain remained the remnant, Of whose sword proceeded from his mouth And all the fowls were filled with their flesh And I saw an angel come down from heaven; with a great hail in his wake With neither candle, or light from the sun, Like a bright and morning star I saw an angel come down from heaven; with a great chain in his hand; And I saw a great white throne; and Him that sat upon it And thee, who’s heaven and earth fled away Have set a seal upon them; and judgment was given unto them And I saw the dead, small and great stand before Him, And those who deceived him cast into the lake of fire. The dead were given unto him, To die the death of deaths. [LORD]: “I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the ending, the first and the last.” |
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4. | Bythos - Proarkhe | 06:56 | Show lyrics |
"And if thy hand cause thee to fall, cut it off. It is better for thee to enter into life maimed than, having two hands, to go into hell, into the fire that never shall be quenched, where `their worm dieth not, and the fire is not quenched.’ And if thy foot cause thee to fall, cut it off. It is better for thee to enter halt into life than, having two feet, to be cast into hell, into the fire that never shall be quenched, where `their worm dieth not, and the fire is not quenched.’ And if thine eye cause thee to fall, pluck it out. It is better for thee to enter into the Kingdom of God with one eye than, having two eyes, to be cast into hell fire, where `their worm [which preys on the inhabitants and is a symbol of the wounds inflicted on the man himself by his sins] dieth not, and the fire is not quenched.’ For every one shall be salted with fire, and every sacrifice shall be salted with salt." Mark 9: 39-45 |
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Ephphatha
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Morbid | Bass |
Lord Baphomet | Drums |
Kaizer | Guitars |
Goliath | Vocals |
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1. | Jehovajireh | instrumental | |
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2. | Holy Living, Holy Dying | Show lyrics | |
HOLY LIVING, HOLY DYING: O QUAM CITO TRANSIT GLORIA MUNDI - How narrow shall he sanctify this path? Before ye witness the glory of hell? - What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? Shall it declare thy truth? Psalm 30:9 - [He that soweth iniquity, hindered salvation] Biþ feondes bearn / flæsce bifongen [And yet, justice belongeth to him] Biþ feondes bearn / flæsce bifongen [When He comes to judge the world with fire] Biþ feondes bearn / flæsce bifongen [Every flesh will inherit this mark] Biþ feondes bearn / flæsce bifongen SI TRANSIT GLORIA MUNDI |
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3. | The Mirror of Mirrors | Show lyrics | |
THE MIRROR OF MIRRORS: Eat this bread and drink this cup of the Lord, and ye shall bare guilt of the body and blood of the LORD; Take it and feed from plate of His glory - at Kibrothhattaavah ye provoked the LORD to wrath. For thee cometh in vanity and depart in darkness as there has wrath gone out from Him; the plague has begun. Surely, His hand is loving, and his word is just. O, be joyful all ye lands, thy cancer come in jubilation. For He made the path to His anger, and spared not their soul from death - but gave their life over to the pestilence. All that abides by fire, ye shall pass it through fire; and cleaned. Nevertheless, shall ye soak in the waters of separation. For the great man rots in the vanity of his own ideal, And climbs the ladder of devoid, to question the human condition: Would not nothing less than a mirror provide the disguise for the mask of God? Judge not lest ye be judged: And the mark shall be given, for it is holy. The divine essence of grace presents itself as malice, so that all ye lands will hear it, and fear it. He will keep the feet of His saints, and the wicked shall be silent in darkness; for by strength shall no man prevail. Where is the place that light dwelleth? For virtue and vice divided by a splinter; and sang together; the Stars of the Morning. The libation of the blood bore this consecration. So where is the place to this dwelling light? And the darkness, where is its place? |
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4. | The Apple of Infinite Knowledge | Show lyrics | |
THE APPLE OF INFINITE KNOWLEDGE: Ex Nihilo? This mortal coil did not sow its seed nothingness. It was the contempt of this anguish, that my soul shined reverence unto itself. I hastened where most tongues would have stumbled, rather - I chose to sanctify it. I saw the poison in theosis, and I saw the aethearea in the yawning abyss. Woe, unto ye angelic binds which forsake the aeons. This burden scorched like a saraph’s fang upon the throat of God; this incarnation was strangled like a dove constricted by the knot of vipers. Verily did He say unto I, "receiveth this chrism, and be cast." It was exactly here where I came to see the virtue in all vices. For what vainglory would one hope to find in worthlessness? But nothingness? In days to come you will understand this - the will turning against life. The true knowledge revealed its repellent rot in that place where man would least desire to find it. It was a reflection of this truth, the vile, the abhorrent, and odious. -- For this truth does exist. "The Devil has the broadest perspectives for God; therefore, he keeps so far away from God -- the Devil being the most ancient friend of wisdom" -Friedrich Nietzsche Ad eundum quo nemo ante iit.. And behold the hangman’s knot of faith where the hangman himself once beheld his offering. I accepted this curse; and I blessed it. For I saw what it meant to be human, and I saw it eradicate the ideal. And came into question the value of this will, and I swore: "de omnibus dubitandum." I expelled this espirit vaste, and denied divinity. I descended even further, into this stoic regression. I cast locusts upon the pious strata, and ate the knowledge of God -- this was the coarsest void of the spirit -- the boldest glare of antithetic value. Alas, Ó pneúma tēs alētheías. |
Jehovah-Jireh: The Divine Anti-Logos
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Morbid | Bass |
Lord Baphomet | Drums |
Kaizer | Guitars, Vocals |
Goliath | Vocals |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Greg Dawson | Recording, Mixing |
Magnus "Devo" Andersson | Mastering |
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1. | Jehovajireh | 01:31 | instrumental |
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2. | Ephphatha | 06:02 | Show lyrics |
In the presence of the holy angels, anoint thine eyes with salve so that they mayest see. And he who hath an ear, extend to him; and to every nation and every kindred before the earth. And came the voice of many waters, and the voice of great thunders,and the voice ofharpers playing the hymns to the wrath of GOD; in his sevenfold. Ephphatha - be opened And they sang a new song upon the throne; on guileless tongues; faultless before the throne of GOD. The same shall drink the wine of his wrath - which is poured out unmixed into the cup of his indignation. They shall be tormented in fire and brimstone,in the presence of the holy angels, and the presence of the LAMB. And so the angel thrust in his sickle into the earth; and gathered the grapevine across the nations; and cast it into the great winepress of the wrath of God. Thrust in thy sickle, and reap, and drink of man’s perdition. "DRINK IT". before the lamb. "And looking up to Heaven, he sighed and said unto him, ’Ephphatha, be opened" Thrust in thy sickle and gather the clusters of vine of the earth, or their grapes are fully ripe with the sins of man. Behold the wrath of the lamb... For blessed are the dead who die in the LORD. |
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3. | The Mirror of Mirrors | 07:50 | Show lyrics |
Eat this bread and drink this cup of the LORD, and ye shall feel guilt of the body and blood of the LORD. Take it and feed from the plate of his glory; at Kibroth Hattaavah ye provoked the LORD to wrath. For thee cometh in vanity and depart in darkness as there has wrath come out from Him; the plague has begun. Surely, his hand is loving, and his word is just? O, be joyful all ye lands; thy cancer come in jubilation. For he made a path to his anger, yet spared not their souls from death; but gave their lives over to the pestilence. All that abides by fire, ye shall pass it through fire and cleaned. Nevertheless, shall ye soak in the waters of separation. For the great man rots in the vanity of his own ideal, And climbs the ladder of devoid, to question the human condition: Would not nothing less than a mirror provideth the disguise, for the mask of GOD? "Judge not lest ye be judged?" And the mark shall be given, for it is holy. The divine essence of grace presents itself as malice, so that all ye lands will hear it; and fear it. He will keep the feet of his saints, and the wicked shall be silent in darkness. For by strength, may no man prevail. Where is that place where light dwelleth? For virtue and vice divided by a splinter, and sang together; The Stars of the Morning. The libation of the blood bore this consecration. So where is the place to this dwelling light? And the darkness, where is its place? |
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4. | "The LORD Is a Man of War, the LORD Is His Name" | 04:09 | Show lyrics |
Hearken thou: It is the the glare of a thousand eyes, and the mouth of a thousand voices. For HIm, even a hair casts a shadow. So who better to cast the first stone than the omniprescent, all-seeing eye. Mayhap the LORD does not receiveth his many blessings in his unconditional, loving choke. But rather,in war; his bridge to selection; and his throne to purge. Verily, "The LORD is a man of war, the LORD is his name." "This world could not have been the work of an all-loving being, but that of a devil, who had brought creatures into existence, in order to delight in the sight of their sufferings." -Arthur Schopenhauer |
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5. | Spear of Famine | 05:44 | Show lyrics |
The ashen rays of wasting famine... Many shall not be known in the land by the famine that follows. When the land reaps the consequences of its sins - the orb shall consecrate the earth with salt. The LORD’s decree / divine command COME YE AND REPENT Sword of judgment, spear of famine, crown of plagues "All flesh shall perish together, and man shall turn again unto dust." Spear of Famine, piereced in the soils of redemption, Which planted a seed - to reap the harvest from the grain of GOD. Did ye, O blessed salvation, call for dearth upon the land? If calamity come upon us, whether sword of judgment, famine or plague; It was from love that the LORD spared his mercy not. Heed to the trumpets din; so that every man may become a temple; and another corpse closer to GOD. The LORD’s decree / divine command COME YE AND REPENT Sword of judgment, spear of famine, crown of plagues "All flesh shall perish together, and man shall turn again unto dust." Among those who sit upon the graves [LIKE FLIES TO THE SWINE] Among those who broth the meat of the unwashed [LIKE FLIES TO THE SWINE] Among those who’s pots wreak the flesh of rats [LIKE FLIES TO THE SWINE] From flesh to dust, and blood unto dirt [LIKE FLIES TO THE SWINE] |
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6. | Holy Living, Holy Dying | 05:13 | Show lyrics |
O QUAM CITO TRANSIT GLORIA MUNDI How narrow shall he sanctify this path? Before ye witness the glory of hell? What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? Shall it declare thy truth? Psalm 30:9 [He that soweth iniquity, hindered salvation] Biþ feondes bearn / flæsce bifongen [And yet, justice belongeth to him] Biþ feondes bearn / flæsce bifongen [When He comes to judge the world with fire] Biþ feondes bearn / flæsce bifongen [Every flesh will inherit this mark] Biþ feondes bearn / flæsce bifongen SI TRANSIT GLORIA MUNDI |
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7. | ...and Jesus Wept | 07:05 | Show lyrics |
To thee they cry, weeping in this veil of tears; can a cup of vinegar quench his choking thirst? The reed and thorns shine to mark the fall; the logos, the creation, revelation and redemption. Show us the rotted fruit of thy womb: Jesus. Let us rejoice and be glad in it. Ecce Agnus Dei, Scourging at the pillar with his scepter of mockery Ecce Agnus Dei, Thorns and thistles shall it bring forth to thee Ecce Agnus Dei, The world became flesh; and made it dwell upon us Ecce Agnus Dei, Under this sign; beheld the man. "Eli, Eli, lema Sabacthani!" Upon the palms, you may see my back. And shall I manifest my sacredness, and behold, the veil of the sanctuary was torn. For Golgotha bore its decaying light, for this is the day that he hath made. Pale flesh blessed upon blood divine; Equal to that of swine. "Respice post te! Hominem te esse memento" Stabat... Mater... Dolorosa... |
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8. | Alpha / Omega: Twilight of the Anti-Sphere | 07:47 | Show lyrics |
First begotten of the dead who bore the crown from which time shall stand. I hear a voice like a thousand trumpets that trembled the ground. "I AM THAT I AM" ’And I shall abolish the sin that pollutes the earth. I shall scald from the womb that is man the cutthroat guilt from the sword of my mouth. Ruling rod of iron; so that no man in riches shall take thy crown. "May your rags and riches be tried in fire, and thee who has not defiled thy garments shall be worthy to walk with me in white: into the anti-sphere." "I AM ALPHA AND OMEGA, THE BEGINNING AND THE ENDING" Char-winged black angel, sunscorched pillars of fire. Seven angels sound their trumpets and seven thunders uttered their voices: "He who killeth with the sword, must be killed with the sword." "And the fourth angel poured out his vial upon the sun, and power was given unto him to scorch man with fire." -Revelation 16:8 And the slain remained the remnant. Of whose sword proceeded from his mouth. And all the fowls were filled with their flesh. And I saw an angel come down from heaven with a great hail in his wake, with neither candle or light from the sun. Like a bright and morning star; I saw an angel come down from Heaven, with a great chain in his hand. And I saw a great white throne and he who sat upon it. And thee who’s Heaven and Earth fled away. Have set a seal upon them; and judgement was given unto them. And I saw the dead, small and great stand before him. And those who deceived him cast into the lake of fire. The dead were given unto him, to die the death of deaths. "I AM ALPHA AND OMEGA, THE BEGINNING AND THE ENDING, THE FIRST AND THE LAST" |
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9. | The Apple of Infinite Knowledge | 08:15 | Show lyrics |
Ex Nihilo? This mortal coil did not sow its seed nothingness. It was the contempt of this anguish, that my soul shined reverence unto itself. I hastened where most tongues would have stumbled, rather - I chose to sanctify it. I saw the poison in theosis, and I saw the aethearea in the yawning abyss. Woe, unto ye angelic binds which forsake the aeons. This burden scorched like a saraph’s fang upon the throat of God; this incarnation was strangled like a dove constricted by the knot of vipers. Verily did He say unto I, "receiveth this chrism, and be cast." It was exactly here where I came to see the virtue in all vices. For what vainglory would one hope to find in worthlessness? But nothingness? In days to come you will understand this - the will turning against life. The true knowledge revealed its repellent rot in that place where man would least desire to find it. It was a reflection of this truth, the vile, the abhorrent, and odious. -- For this truth does exist. "The Devil has the broadest perspectives for God; therefore, he keeps so far away from God -- the Devil being the most ancient friend of wisdom" -Friedrich Nietzsche Ad eundum quo nemo ante iit.. And behold the hangman’s knot of faith where the hangman himself once beheld his offering. I accepted this curse; and I blessed it. For I saw what it meant to be human, and I saw it eradicate the ideal. And came into question the value of this will, and I swore: "de omnibus dubitandum." I expelled this espirit vaste, and denied divinity. I descended even further, into this stoic regression. I cast locusts upon the pious strata, and ate the knowledge of God -- this was the coarsest void of the spirit -- the boldest glare of antithetic value. Alas, Ó pneúma tēs alētheías. |
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The Lucifer Principle
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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December 19th, 2016 | Avantgarde Music | AV299 | CD | Digipak |
December 19th, 2016 | Avantgarde Music | Digital | Bandcamp |
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Lord Baphomet | Drums |
Kaizer | Guitars |
Goliath | Vocals |
Morbid | Bass |
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1. | The First Con Man, the First Fool | 06:47 | Show lyrics |
"In girum imus nocte et consumimur igni." "In girum imus nocte et consumimur igni." "In girum imus nocte et consumimur igni." "In girum imus nocte et consumimur igni." |
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2. | The Jerusalem Syndrome | 07:58 | Show lyrics |
"Those whom the gods would destroy, they first make mad." Do you see what I see? The god forsaken, for sake of God Have rendered Eden a mass grave, and left the madhouses empty. From the sprawling infancy of our species the devil’s spoke; In din, in death, and into destrudo. The cadaver shutters from its shallow grave, and leaves peace to those who would consider it a virtue. Do you hear what I hear? The seismic echoes from whence the war came. Do you hear the bootless cries, the destitution, the aborted children of the corn. Listen as the locusts wade into them, into their will and into their waters. Across the deaf plains this great tomb will never sound again. O chaos come. Thy will be done. O chaos come. Thy will be done. Now will you speak as I speak? When the devil comes ’round to meet you. For he who keeps the company of wolves will learn to howl himself. In such vociferous, fucking dismal creeds. Unite men. Against men. And declare anathema unto everything that bleeds. Employing gods. Against gods. For GOD. Scurrying like infected rats; galvanized in malice Descend like spores of anthrax scourged upon the gaping wounds of the earth. The demented structures are wailing against the sun, In decimation row, ’Full of sound and fury; signifying nothing.’ |
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3. | Axis Mundi | 04:01 | Show lyrics |
Creeping prisoners of heaven and vultures at the void Will ascend Jacob’s ladder, grace the scorched earth. Serpents and kings, will meet at Axis Mundi As the exterminating angel drops the warhead. [And] Rotting graves will till and receive their rotting bodies Lifeless mothers will seize to clench their lifeless children. Holy Ground will lay its holy waste. Dying stars will dim their dying light. Dearth will consume the land. And there will be the most beautiful silence of which no man nor beast may ever bare witness. |
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4. | God’s Gonna Cut You Down (Johnny Cash cover) | 07:14 | Show lyrics |
You can run on for a long time Run on for a long time Run on for a long time Sooner or later God’ll cut you down Sooner or later God’ll cut you down Go tell that long tongue liar Go and tell that midnight rider Tell the rambler, The gambler, The back biter Tell ’em that God’s gonna cut ’em down Tell ’em that God’s gonna cut ’em down Well my goodness gracious let me tell you the news My head’s been wet with the midnight dew I’ve been down on bended knee talkin’ to the man from Galilee He spoke to me in the voice (of) deceit I thought I heard the trample of the angel’s feet He called my name and my heart stood still Where many wept and crushed my will. Go tell that long tongue liar Go and tell that midnight rider Tell the rambler, The gambler, The back biter Tell ’em that God’s gonna cut ’em down Tell ’em that God’s gonna cut ’em down You can run on for a long time Run on for a long time Run on for a long time Sooner or later God’ll cut you down Sooner or later God’ll cut you down Well you may throw your rock and hide your hand Workin’ in the dark against your fellow man But as sure as God made black and white What’s done in the dark will be brought to the light You can run on for a long time Run on for a long time Run on for a long time Sooner or later God’ll cut you down Sooner or later God’ll cut you down Go tell that long tongue liar Go and tell that midnight rider Tell the rambler, The gambler, The back biter Tell ’em that God’s gonna cut ’em down Tell ’em that God’s gonna cut ’em down Tell ’em that God’s gonna cut you down |
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26:00 |
The Suns of Perdition - Chapter I: War, Horrid War
Album versions
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June 14th, 2019 | Eisenwald | EISEN144LP | 12" vinyl | 2 colors |
June 14th, 2019 | Eisenwald | EISEN144 | CD | Digipak |
June 14th, 2019 | Eisenwald | Digital |
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Band members | |
Thomas Gervais | Bass |
Kaizer | Guitars |
Goliath | Vocals |
Alexander Kartashov | Drums |
Morbid | Bass |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Greg Dawson | Producer |
Sergei Lazar | Mastering |
Alejandro Tedin | Cover art, Design |
Valkenstijn | Layout |
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1. | The Day After ’Trinity’ | 05:24 | Show lyrics |
On the day divinity rejects the order, They’ll bend the mirrors back unto the gift of fire That reflects in the master’s eye. They’ll break the grand design, to bring forth the healer, Feast or Famine, The wage of sin is Death. Hold them like a teething child. And show them the sins of their fathers. Waste them, and their waste to the world. And collapse, as madmen lead the blind. "Mary, Mary, quite contrary, how do your gardens grow?" A failed womb, of their ART. Early ripe, early rotten. And the world is rotten; like a fallen fruit. Ring the war chime. Violently project it inside The fanged chasm; A hellscape collosass That bleeds them like fucking swine. [And] On the day divinity rejects the order. They’ll bend the mirror back where at last They’ll drag the whore through the sceptered isle. They’ll break the grand design, to bring forth the healer. On the day that never ends, At Jornada del Muerto At this tilting plateau of diminishing grace, Salvation is sought where the sun yields No sanctuary. |
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2. | Stalingrad, Massengrab | 04:13 | Show lyrics |
"NOT ONE STEP BACK" Severity commands, dehumanize the enemy. In a hell on earth, which no living thing could survive. Clutched in a sequence of mass graves, life - and the lack of it - became clearer each day. I watched as the bodies hung from the frozen trees that cloaked the Volga And beneath an oblivion sky the frantic cried to the streets that bore them. I watched as the fires scorched the million hands that bound a nation; Where life - and the lack of it - became clearer each day. I watched as the bodies hung from the frozen trees that cloaked the Volga, And beneath an oblivion sky sung the threnody to finis germaniae. I watched the fires scorch humanity of its humanity, And like a gravestone over Stalingrad, The god of war had gone to the other side. In spasm to power. Not one step back. In spasm to power. Not one step back. "...And there is no room on the other side." |
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3. | Crimes Against Humanity | 02:25 | instrumental |
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4. | The Decapitator’s Prayer | 06:28 | Show lyrics |
O decapitator! (It is) not ye who slew them, When thou threwest a handful of dust. O decapitator! Victorious with terror, In knife-edge genuflection, "Smite ye their knecks." Behold the disgusting power of the optimists heart. Where he held his fevered dreams To the relevant drops of original blood. Know God, no peace; when the time calls forth the speakers; (In a) Self-righteous, self-pitied, self-hatred. The servant and the compeller, The iconoclast and the architect, "They are from them, They are of them" Are these the kind of swine we’re meant to live for? In this terminally demented pit of rats. Not worthy of the lowly trough that feeds them. Rotting in the last ditch of Eden. |
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5. | The Men of No Man’s Land | 13:01 | Show lyrics |
Carry your cross, to the muddied step of Golgotha. Through the widening gyre; in the absence of everything. Carry your cross, to the muddied step of Golgotha. For a cause not known to the gods of our fathers. The earth did tremble, the skies did cry. It was our turn to play God, As we carried our cross. To Flanders, where the pipers played the song of Caber Fidh. To Flanders, in joyful march. To Flanders, here we were the men of no man’s land. To Flanders, where war was changed forever. To Somme, to Ypres, to Passchendaele For a thousand days we wore the mark of Cain. We band our sorrow again. On the bloody fields of Flanders We were the men of no man’s land. Then came the gas; a harbinger of misfortune. Where all life did die, and by God the stench was infernal. Yet we carried our cross, to the muddied step of Golgotha. Where the earth did tremble, and the skies did cry. Yet we carried our cross through the muddied step of Golgotha. And like the birth of a pregnant insect, We went over the top. To Flanders, through the gaping shell-holes filled with decaying flesh. To Flanders, thrust in the barbed-wire. To Flanders, "the worms crawled in, the worms crawled out." To Flanders, where these days will live in infamy. I prayed for that cliff to come, But it never came. (And) On the eleventh hour, Of the eleventh day, Of the eleventh month, The guns fell silent. "In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the dead, short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields." -Lt. Col. John McCrae |
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31:31 |
The Faustian Pact
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Kaizer | Guitars, Lyrics |
Goliath | Vocals |
Thomas Gervais | Bass |
Alexander Kartashov | Drums |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Greg Dawson | Producer |
Sergei Lazar | Mastering |
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1. | The Faustian Pact | 08:09 | Show lyrics |
“The God who made iron grow did not need slaves." A maniacal forge seeds the tempter and triangulates the sin, the madness and the fury. Where one abandons all hope. At a funeral for the sun; They will dement the divide. Into a world of sin, of shit - in schism - the man will seek the angel at the bottomless pit. Vanquished ground, From birth till rigor mortis, The vultures damn the hive to the wreaking hole Descension bound, Where lust defines the order, Till the mass grave that sends the defeated man to the madhouse. And a testament to his ruin; Absent the fruits of patient toil He will never lick the wounds [Like] a disease that heightens the senses In a world of sin, of shit - but in schism - One gets harder in time. And if destruction be our lot, be it the glory of the slaves. Vanquished ground, From birth till rigor mortis, The vultures damn the hive to the wreaking hole Descension bound, Where lust defines the order, Voidward shines the suns of perdition. Yetzer Hara - Yetzer Hara - Yetzer Hara Victor or vanquished, What defines loss? Twisted in irony; Encroaching manifest destiny. The sick divine glory, [In] infinitesimal trappings Weaponize the ages. The Faustian pact is all that the ground may give back. And bound by it’s own gaze, was lost and all that the sun made was cast on their iron graves. |
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08:09 |
The Suns of Perdition - Chapter II: Render unto Eden
Album versions
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August 28th, 2020 | Eisenwald | Eisen164 | CD | Digipak |
August 28th, 2020 | Eisenwald | Eisen164 | 12" vinyl | Limited edition |
August 28th, 2020 | Eisenwald | Eisen164 | 12" vinyl | Limited edition, Colored |
August 28th, 2020 | Eisenwald | Digital |
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Kaizer | Guitars, Lyrics |
Goliath | Vocals |
Thomas Gervais | Bass |
Alexander Kartashov | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Maria "Masha" Arkhipova | Vocals (track 1), Lyrics (track 1) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Greg Dawson | Producer |
Sergey Lazar | Mastering |
Sergey AR Pavlov | Translation |
Käthe Kollwitz | Illustration |
Valkenstijn | Layout |
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1. | Promethean Fire | 10:22 | Show lyrics |
"He who learns must suffer. And even in our sleep pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart, and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God." - Aeschylus In great denial, When they shuffle off this mortal coil, In great denial, Through the dark and bloody ground. In great denial, Sworn to sing the corrupter’s din, In great denial. And with hubris comes the fall, Drifting across the rippling wall, On the dark and bloody ground, Came to me: This rock for which I’m bound, the wind I fear won’t hear me, And alas, in a crippling sway, All life bent towards the light. In great denial, Cursed the land of the ploughman’s toil, In great denial, In flood and in famine. In great denial, He too sings the corrupter’s din, In great denial. And with hubris comes the fall, Drifting across the rippling wall, On the dark and bloody ground, came to me on the rock I’m bound: The wind I fear won’t hear me, The ploughmen will bless his toil. And alas, in a crippling sway, All life bent towards the light. Болью, болью (With pain, with pain) Дышит тело мое (My body still breathes,) Обреченно (So fatefully,) Пашем полотно черно. (We plough the canvas of black.) Иссохли воды (Waters’re dried up) Под палящим зноем (Under the scorching sun,) Плоть истерзанну (Our worn-out flesh is drunk) Поим гноем рваных мозолей. (with the pus of our torn corns.) Зри! (Behold!) Мы ползем змеей (We crawl like a snake) по усопшему телу (over the mortal remains) Земли! (Of the earth!) В мучениях вечных (Suffering over and over,) Тащим камень тартара (We’re dragging Tartarus’ stone.) Замри! (Hold still!) Во мраке надежды (In the darkness of hope) Вечно жаждущей света (Striving for ever - towards the light!) Мы две змеи (We’re two snakes) На извечной тропе (On the eternal path) Круговой колеи! (Of a circular track!) Круговой колеи... (Of a circular track...) |
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2. | The Faustian Pact | 08:10 | Show lyrics |
"The God who made iron grow did not need slaves." A maniacal forge seeds the tempter and triangulates the sin, the madness and the fury. Where one abandons all hope. At a funeral for the sun; They will dement the divide. Into a world of sin, of shit - in schism - the man will seek the angel at the bottomless pit. Vanquished ground, From birth till rigor mortis, The vultures damn the hive to the wreaking hole Descension bound, Where lust defines the order, Till the mass grave that sends the defeated man to the madhouse. And a testament to his ruin; Absent the fruits of patient toil He will never lick the wounds This disease heightens the senses In a world of sin, of shit - but in schism - One gets harder in time. And if destruction be our lot, be it the glory of the slaves. Vanquished ground, From birth till rigor mortis, The vultures damn the hive to the wreaking hole Descension bound, Where lust defines the order, Voidward shines the suns of perdition. Yetzer Hara - Yetzer Hara - Yetzer Hara Victor or vanquished, What defines loss? Twisted in irony; Encroaching manifest destiny. The sick divine glory, [In] infinitesimal trappings Weaponize the ages. The Faustian pact is all that the ground may give back. And bound by it’s own gaze, was lost and all that the sun made was cast on their iron graves. |
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3. | Areopagitica | 07:34 | Show lyrics |
Madness makes a man, and [it is] what breaks him, Like a shadow unto which no light may ever shine. Time flees, though eternity dwells, Yet "the very truth he holds becomes his heresy." A most righteous act of rebellion, By right of twisted virtue, The sun is not so bright to itself as to those on whom it shines Time flees, though eternity dwells, Yet "the very truth he holds becomes his heresy." The just war must be decided, but the chorus will not come. And cast in their crooked smiles is narcissism masking as virtue Some truths are worth it for their own sake, But they will cannibalize their own before they let the heretic be heard. You may never cheat this mountain. The just war must be decided, but the chorus will not come. And cast in their crooked smiles is narcissism masking as virtue Some truths are worth it for their own sake, But they will cannibalize their own before they let the heretic be heard. |
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4. | The Snare of the Fowler | 09:54 | Show lyrics |
Man - like earth - both flower and decay. Tyrants and men of ideals feign the black-eyed children. ’Till plight and injustice wakes this earth To galvanize them to sacrifice and abnegation; ripe are the fools and the damned who have longed for a promised land. In the heap of temptations, hope would mark the ruins. "The tree of knowledge is not that of life." And so he grinds his own hands, Where there was never justice for all. There is a stain of perspective in those expiring eyes. When he mines his own helm, And serves for the greater glory. [And now they] arm the angels, Bedevilled by our lesser judgment. And another man will die; It is practically what he is here for. And they will fly their flags at half mast As if this would imply justice. Never pitied, they will make this mistake again. And again - the damned deny the ages, and the greatest of ironies: Our enlightenment would rise; And with it, the vileness of man. "The tree of knowledge is not that of life." And so he grinds his own hands, Where there was never justice for all. There is a stain of perspective in those expiring eyes. When he mines his own helm, And serves for the greater glory. It is seldom the days in the dark, When he defines his own hell. But in the violent wake of the wise Where the rabid dog dies. Taring at the roots, where the rats beckon asunder. "Surely he shall deliver thee from the snare of the fowler; and the noisome pestilence." But men are left disturbed, yet again. It is seldom the days in the dark, When he defines his own hell. But in the rotted wake of the light, Where the parasite dies. There is no redemption arc in the record of eternal truths. Just an endless sequence of cross-currents to the terminus of all paradises lost. |
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5. | Pascal’s Wager | 08:00 | Show lyrics |
"The words of one of my favourite poets, Ernest Dowson are quite often with me, ’Non sum qualis eram / I’m not as I was.’ And though I know as well as you do that there is no point in arguing about the actual date or time of departure because I’d like to think there would be no good time - I hope you’ll agree with that. Something I urgently thought I ought to do or say - and one mustn’t supine or give into self-pity about that, but at this moment I have to say, I feel very envious of someone who is young and actively starting out in this argument. In the meantime, we have the same job we’ve always had; which is to say - as thinking people and as humans - that there are no final solutions, there is no absolute truth, there is no supreme leader, there is no totalitarian solution that says if you will just give up your freedom of inquiry - if you will just give up - if you will simply abandon your critical faculties, a world of idiotic bliss can be yours. We have to begin by repudiating all such claims; grand rabbis, chief ayatollahs, infallible popes, the pedlars of surrogate and mutant quasi-political religion and worship; the dear leader, the great leader, we have no need of any of this; And looking at them and their record, and the pathos of their supporters, I realize that it is they who are the grand impostors, and my own imposture this evening was mulled by comparison. Thank you very much." - The last public speech by Christopher Hitchens (1949-2011) There is a guilt reserved for that fearful day, In great denial, I will say no more. I will reserve that shame for the thieves and whores, In great denial, I will say no more. There is a silence that comes eventually, In great denial, I will say no more. There is no longer a reason to laugh, But what do you have to lose when you’re pissing into the wind? |
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44:00 |
The Dark Age of Militant Paganism
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Lord Baphomet | Drums |
Kaizer | Guitars |
Goliath | Vocals |
Orcus | Bass |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Eduardo Rodriguez | Artwork |
Colin Attlesey | Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
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1. | Damascus: 730 A.D | 03:56 | |
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2. | The Dark Age of Militant Paganism | 02:55 | Show lyrics |
Murder the weak, dispose of the dead No need to scorn over their severed heads Sword in my hand, axe on my side There’s only one end - in the dead Christian’s eyes Unholy light, wherever I walk Bound to this land, and boundaries unseen Free from the cure - of the sub human rule For I call upon the God’s - who’s fate is bound to mine When the fallen arise We will forever lay at Odin’s side To the God’s... Let us burn for you! Murder the weak, dispose of the dead No need to scorn over their severed heads Sword in my hand, axe on my side There’s only one end - in the dead Christian’s eyes Unholy light, wherever I walk Bound to this land, and boundaries unseen Free from the cure - of the sub human rule For I call upon the God’s - who’s fate is bound to mine |
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3. | Legions of the Horned Knjaz | 04:32 | Show lyrics |
Hell Lord! Your wish is my command Emperor of the night! I am the spear that lay by your side Horned Knjaz! Provider of the shadows, Guide me through the gates Child of God! He won’t help you now Preacher of lies! I am the fear that stay by your side Horned Knjaz! Provider of the shadows Come forth child of God... Soon you’ll meet the evil one... Storm thy legions! The arrival of our kind And like the wolves, We are merciless to our prey |
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4. | Impale the Nazarene (Fuck You Father for I Have Sinned) | 03:28 | Show lyrics |
You can scream all you want Fuck you father! You can scream all you want Go beg for your life! You can scream all you want Fuck you father! You can scream all you want They’ll pray for your life Impale the Nazarene Mourning cries as you blood wreaks the skies Impale the Nazarene Many have come to see you die Impale the Nazarene Mourning cries as you blood wreaks the skies Impale the Nazarene We were pleased to see you die! |
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5. | At the Dismal Summits... | 03:17 | Show lyrics |
Witness the ice, in which we plaque our souls Over the mountainside, close and closer to colder times At the dismal summits Frozen cries scream to benight your kind As I stand on tundra skylines Breathing the frozen winds Staring at the bellowing shadowlands I stand to embrace the sky For those who rode by my side... |
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6. | Iconoclast (In the Arm of the Panzerclaw) | 03:42 | Show lyrics |
Storming to deface your kind Exiling the cross, defined Killing off your race Seeking through my mind Iconoclast - Killing off your race Iconoclast - Seeking through my mind |
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7. | The Dawning of... | 06:07 | Show lyrics |
In a time when pagan gods ruled the earth, visions of hope, and honor prospered amongst our people, only to be compromised by a force imposing a new faith, and power over all human kind. Marching on in blind torment, the Christian armies found themselves unmatched, victorious throughout all the land. As the years would pass, the forces of the Christians would grow to tremendous strengths, erasing all traces of the past, soon the pagan way would be nothing more than a treasured memory latched on to by many in the high hopes of one day resurrecting the past. Since then our hunger for ancient order has grown, as the memories fade into the depths of our subconscious minds, our hatred fuels the guiding flame. At the brink of a new era the king forgotten warriors resurrect, and stand as one with us in modern warfare marching side by side joining us in the final black crusade. | |||
8. | The Black Crusade | 02:48 | Show lyrics |
Seeking truth in a world of lies Marching through the blackened skies Marching on with wrath to find Hidden Tales of forgotten lives On this march we stay together Marching to seek the world of lies Untold stories, Unmarked graves Unmask the truth life plays Skies of truth, skies of power Skies of paint, and skies of war Rain on us, unholy showers Guide us men to revenge our faith Destroy it all, their holy lives Revenge against all holy kind As we leave our flame is burning that will not stop until we are done Now it’s time to fight together Tear down the walls to seek the truth All your rules and your religion No ruth, no God , just blackened skies As we march on defeated grounds Skies ablaze are left behind We star as one, we stay together We will not stop until we’re done |
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9. | Storming Under Blackened Horizons | 04:35 | Show lyrics |
Storming for power Storming for wrath Endless gunfire In these Panzer infested lands No hope for light Not a breath in sight Under an eclipse covered night Storming for power Storming for wrath The endless gunfire Reaps Panzer infested lands No hope for light Not a breath in sight Under an eclipse covered night Never sunlight here |
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10. | Advancing Vinland Hordes - The Echoes upon Our Coming Storm | 06:07 | Show lyrics |
Eyeless in eternal sleep As the night emits the shadows And beyond the blinding glare The winds will blow to me Endless mighty mountainsides Succumb to me A view that never once be seen Yet I still stand here... Where our lang, still bears of snow Winds are swept below me And beyond the blinding glare Watches dimly into my eyes Fathomless depths, all I see As the valleygates open When the embers tame my path Let the ashes forge my throne |
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41:27 |
The Dark Age of Militant Paganism
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Lord Baphomet | Drums |
Kaizer | Guitars |
Goliath | Vocals |
Orcus | Bass |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Eduardo Rodriguez | Artwork |
Colin Attlesey | Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
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1. | The Dark Age of Militant Paganism | 02:55 | |
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2. | Legions of the Horned Knjaz | 04:32 | Show lyrics |
Murder the weak, dispose of the dead No need to scorn over their severed heads Sword in my hand, axe on my side There’s only one end - in the dead Christian’s eyes Unholy light, wherever I walk Bound to this land, and boundaries unseen Free from the cure - of the sub human rule For I call upon the God’s - who’s fate is bound to mine When the fallen arise We will forever lay at Odin’s side To the God’s... Let us burn for you! Murder the weak, dispose of the dead No need to scorn over their severed heads Sword in my hand, axe on my side There’s only one end - in the dead Christian’s eyes Unholy light, wherever I walk Bound to this land, and boundaries unseen Free from the cure - of the sub human rule For I call upon the God’s - who’s fate is bound to mine |
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3. | Impale the Nazarene (Fuck You Father for I Have Sinned) | 03:28 | Show lyrics |
Hell Lord! Your wish is my command Emperor of the night! I am the spear that lay by your side Horned Knjaz! Provider of the shadows, Guide me through the gates Child of God! He won’t help you now Preacher of lies! I am the fear that stay by your side Horned Knjaz! Provider of the shadows Come forth child of God... Soon you’ll meet the evil one... Storm thy legions! The arrival of our kind And like the wolves, We are merciless to our prey |
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4. | At The Dismal Summits... | 03:17 | Show lyrics |
You can scream all you want Fuck you father! You can scream all you want Go beg for your life! You can scream all you want Fuck you father! You can scream all you want They’ll pray for your life Impale the Nazarene Mourning cries as you blood wreaks the skies Impale the Nazarene Many have come to see you die Impale the Nazarene Mourning cries as you blood wreaks the skies Impale the Nazarene We were pleased to see you die! |
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5. | Iconoclast | 03:42 | Show lyrics |
Witness the ice, in which we plaque our souls Over the mountainside, close and closer to colder times At the dismal summits Frozen cries scream to benight your kind As I stand on tundra skylines Breathing the frozen winds Staring at the bellowing shadowlands I stand to embrace the sky For those who rode by my side... |
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6. | The Dawning of... | 06:07 | Show lyrics |
Storming to deface your kind Exiling the cross, defined Killing off your race Seeking through my mind Iconoclast - Killing off your race Iconoclast - Seeking through my mind |
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7. | The Black Crusade | 02:48 | Show lyrics |
In a time when pagan gods ruled the earth, visions of hope, and honor prospered amongst our people, only to be compromised by a force imposing a new faith, and power over all human kind. Marching on in blind torment, the Christian armies found themselves unmatched, victorious throughout all the land. As the years would pass, the forces of the Christians would grow to tremendous strengths, erasing all traces of the past, soon the pagan way would be nothing more than a treasured memory latched on to by many in the high hopes of one day resurrecting the past. Since then our hunger for ancient order has grown, as the memories fade into the depths of our subconscious minds, our hatred fuels the guiding flame. At the brink of a new era the king forgotten warriors resurrect, and stand as one with us in modern warfare marching side by side joining us in the final black crusade. | |||
8. | Ancient Blood | 02:48 | Show lyrics |
Seeking truth in a world of lies Marching through the blackened skies Marching on with wrath to find Hidden Tales of forgotten lives On this march we stay together Marching to seek the world of lies Untold stories, Unmarked graves Unmask the truth life plays Skies of truth, skies of power Skies of paint, and skies of war Rain on us, unholy showers Guide us men to revenge our faith Destroy it all, their holy lives Revenge against all holy kind As we leave our flame is burning that will not stop until we are done Now it’s time to fight together Tear down the walls to seek the truth All your rules and your religion No ruth, no God , just blackened skies As we march on defeated grounds Skies ablaze are left behind We star as one, we stay together We will not stop until we’re done |
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9. | Storming Under Blackened Horizons | 04:35 | Show lyrics |
Storming for power Storming for wrath Endless gunfire In these Panzer infested lands No hope for light Not a breath in sight Under an eclipse covered night Storming for power Storming for wrath The endless gunfire Reaps Panzer infested lands No hope for light Not a breath in sight Under an eclipse covered night Never sunlight here |
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10. | Advancing Vinland Hordes - The Echoes upon Our Coming Storm | 06:07 | Show lyrics |
Eyeless in eternal sleep As the night emits the shadows And beyond the blinding glare The winds will blow to me Endless mighty mountainsides Succumb to me A view that never once be seen Yet I still stand here... Where our lang, still bears of snow Winds are swept below me And beyond the blinding glare Watches dimly into my eyes Fathomless depths, all I see As the valleygates open When the embers tame my path Let the ashes forge my throne |
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40:19 |
The Lucifer Principle
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Lord Baphomet | Drums |
Kaizer | Guitars |
Goliath | Vocals |
Morbid | Bass |
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1. | The First Con Man, the First Fool | 06:47 | Show lyrics |
"In girum imus nocte et consumimur igni." "In girum imus nocte et consumimur igni." "In girum imus nocte et consumimur igni." "In girum imus nocte et consumimur igni." |
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2. | The Jerusalem Syndrome | 07:58 | Show lyrics |
"Those whom the gods would destroy, they first make mad." Do you see what I see? The god forsaken, for sake of God Have rendered Eden a mass grave, and left the madhouses empty. From the sprawling infancy of our species the devil’s spoke; In din, in death, and into destrudo. The cadaver shutters from its shallow grave, and leaves peace to those who would consider it a virtue. Do you hear what I hear? The seismic echoes from whence the war came. Do you hear the bootless cries, the destitution, the aborted children of the corn. Listen as the locusts wade into them, into their will and into their waters. Across the deaf plains this great tomb will never sound again. O chaos come. Thy will be done. O chaos come. Thy will be done. Now will you speak as I speak? When the devil comes ’round to meet you. For he who keeps the company of wolves will learn to howl himself. In such vociferous, fucking dismal creeds. Unite men. Against men. And declare anathema unto everything that bleeds. Employing gods. Against gods. For GOD. Scurrying like infected rats; galvanized in malice Descend like spores of anthrax scourged upon the gaping wounds of the earth. The demented structures are wailing against the sun, In decimation row, ’Full of sound and fury; signifying nothing.’ |
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3. | Axis Mundi | 04:01 | Show lyrics |
Creeping prisoners of heaven and vultures at the void Will ascend Jacob’s ladder, grace the scorched earth. Serpents and kings, will meet at Axis Mundi As the exterminating angel drops the warhead. [And] Rotting graves will till and receive their rotting bodies Lifeless mothers will seize to clench their lifeless children. Holy Ground will lay its holy waste. Dying stars will dim their dying light. Dearth will consume the land. And there will be the most beautiful silence of which no man nor beast may ever bare witness. |
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4. | God’s Gonna Cut You Down (Johnny Cash cover) | 07:14 | Show lyrics |
You can run on for a long time Run on for a long time Run on for a long time Sooner or later God’ll cut you down Sooner or later God’ll cut you down Go tell that long tongue liar Go and tell that midnight rider Tell the rambler, The gambler, The back biter Tell ’em that God’s gonna cut ’em down Tell ’em that God’s gonna cut ’em down Well my goodness gracious let me tell you the news My head’s been wet with the midnight dew I’ve been down on bended knee talkin’ to the man from Galilee He spoke to me in the voice (of) deceit I thought I heard the trample of the angel’s feet He called my name and my heart stood still Where many wept and crushed my will. Go tell that long tongue liar Go and tell that midnight rider Tell the rambler, The gambler, The back biter Tell ’em that God’s gonna cut ’em down Tell ’em that God’s gonna cut ’em down You can run on for a long time Run on for a long time Run on for a long time Sooner or later God’ll cut you down Sooner or later God’ll cut you down Well you may throw your rock and hide your hand Workin’ in the dark against your fellow man But as sure as God made black and white What’s done in the dark will be brought to the light You can run on for a long time Run on for a long time Run on for a long time Sooner or later God’ll cut you down Sooner or later God’ll cut you down Go tell that long tongue liar Go and tell that midnight rider Tell the rambler, The gambler, The back biter Tell ’em that God’s gonna cut ’em down Tell ’em that God’s gonna cut ’em down Tell ’em that God’s gonna cut you down |
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26:00 |
The Lucifer Principle
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Band members | |
Lord Baphomet | Drums |
Kaizer | Guitars |
Goliath | Vocals |
Morbid | Bass |
Tracks | |||
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1. | The First Con Man, the First Fool | 06:56 | Show lyrics |
"In girum imus nocte et consumimur igni." "In girum imus nocte et consumimur igni." "In girum imus nocte et consumimur igni." "In girum imus nocte et consumimur igni." |
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2. | The Jerusalem Syndrome | 07:57 | Show lyrics |
"Those whom the gods would destroy, they first make mad." Do you see what I see? The god forsaken, for sake of God Have rendered Eden a mass grave, and left the madhouses empty. From the sprawling infancy of our species the devil’s spoke; In din, in death, and into destrudo. The cadaver shutters from its shallow grave, and leaves peace to those who would consider it a virtue. Do you hear what I hear? The seismic echoes from whence the war came. Do you hear the bootless cries, the destitution, the aborted children of the corn. Listen as the locusts wade into them, into their will and into their waters. Across the deaf plains this great tomb will never sound again. O chaos come. Thy will be done. O chaos come. Thy will be done. Now will you speak as I speak? When the devil comes ’round to meet you. For he who keeps the company of wolves will learn to howl himself. In such vociferous, fucking dismal creeds. Unite men. Against men. And declare anathema unto everything that bleeds. Employing gods. Against gods. For GOD. Scurrying like infected rats; galvanized in malice Descend like spores of anthrax scourged upon the gaping wounds of the earth. The demented structures are wailing against the sun, In decimation row, ’Full of sound and fury; signifying nothing.’ |
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3. | Axis Mundi | 04:01 | Show lyrics |
Creeping prisoners of heaven and vultures at the void Will ascend Jacob’s ladder, grace the scorched earth. Serpents and kings, will meet at Axis Mundi As the exterminating angel drops the warhead. [And] Rotting graves will till and receive their rotting bodies Lifeless mothers will seize to clench their lifeless children. Holy Ground will lay its holy waste. Dying stars will dim their dying light. Dearth will consume the land. And there will be the most beautiful silence of which no man nor beast may ever bare witness. |
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4. | God’s Gonna Cut You Down (Johnny Cash cover) | 07:13 | Show lyrics |
You can run on for a long time Run on for a long time Run on for a long time Sooner or later God’ll cut you down Sooner or later God’ll cut you down Go tell that long tongue liar Go and tell that midnight rider Tell the rambler, The gambler, The back biter Tell ’em that God’s gonna cut ’em down Tell ’em that God’s gonna cut ’em down Well my goodness gracious let me tell you the news My head’s been wet with the midnight dew I’ve been down on bended knee talkin’ to the man from Galilee He spoke to me in the voice (of) deceit I thought I heard the trample of the angel’s feet He called my name and my heart stood still Where many wept and crushed my will. Go tell that long tongue liar Go and tell that midnight rider Tell the rambler, The gambler, The back biter Tell ’em that God’s gonna cut ’em down Tell ’em that God’s gonna cut ’em down You can run on for a long time Run on for a long time Run on for a long time Sooner or later God’ll cut you down Sooner or later God’ll cut you down Well you may throw your rock and hide your hand Workin’ in the dark against your fellow man But as sure as God made black and white What’s done in the dark will be brought to the light You can run on for a long time Run on for a long time Run on for a long time Sooner or later God’ll cut you down Sooner or later God’ll cut you down Go tell that long tongue liar Go and tell that midnight rider Tell the rambler, The gambler, The back biter Tell ’em that God’s gonna cut ’em down Tell ’em that God’s gonna cut ’em down Tell ’em that God’s gonna cut you down |
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26:07 |
The Suns of Perdition - Chapter I: War, Horrid War
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Band members | |
Thomas Gervais | Bass |
Kaizer | Guitars |
Goliath | Vocals |
Alexander Kartashov | Drums |
Morbid | Bass |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Greg Dawson | Producer |
Sergei Lazar | Mastering |
Alejandro Tedin | Cover art, Design |
Valkenstijn | Layout |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | The Day After ’Trinity’ | 05:24 | Show lyrics |
On the day divinity rejects the order, They’ll bend the mirrors back unto the gift of fire That reflects in the master’s eye. They’ll break the grand design, to bring forth the healer, Feast or Famine, The wage of sin is Death. Hold them like a teething child. And show them the sins of their fathers. Waste them, and their waste to the world. And collapse, as madmen lead the blind. "Mary, Mary, quite contrary, how do your gardens grow?" A failed womb, of their ART. Early ripe, early rotten. And the world is rotten; like a fallen fruit. Ring the war chime. Violently project it inside The fanged chasm; A hellscape collosass That bleeds them like fucking swine. [And] On the day divinity rejects the order. They’ll bend the mirror back where at last They’ll drag the whore through the sceptered isle. They’ll break the grand design, to bring forth the healer. On the day that never ends, At Jornada del Muerto At this tilting plateau of diminishing grace, Salvation is sought where the sun yields No sanctuary. |
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2. | Stalingrad, Massengrab | 04:13 | Show lyrics |
"NOT ONE STEP BACK" Severity commands, dehumanize the enemy. In a hell on earth, which no living thing could survive. Clutched in a sequence of mass graves, life - and the lack of it - became clearer each day. I watched as the bodies hung from the frozen trees that cloaked the Volga And beneath an oblivion sky the frantic cried to the streets that bore them. I watched as the fires scorched the million hands that bound a nation; Where life - and the lack of it - became clearer each day. I watched as the bodies hung from the frozen trees that cloaked the Volga, And beneath an oblivion sky sung the threnody to finis germaniae. I watched the fires scorch humanity of its humanity, And like a gravestone over Stalingrad, The god of war had gone to the other side. In spasm to power. Not one step back. In spasm to power. Not one step back. "...And there is no room on the other side." |
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3. | Crimes Against Humanity | 02:25 | instrumental |
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Side B | |||
4. | The Decapitator’s Prayer | 06:28 | Show lyrics |
O decapitator! (It is) not ye who slew them, When thou threwest a handful of dust. O decapitator! Victorious with terror, In knife-edge genuflection, "Smite ye their knecks." Behold the disgusting power of the optimists heart. Where he held his fevered dreams To the relevant drops of original blood. Know God, no peace; when the time calls forth the speakers; (In a) Self-righteous, self-pitied, self-hatred. The servant and the compeller, The iconoclast and the architect, "They are from them, They are of them" Are these the kind of swine we’re meant to live for? In this terminally demented pit of rats. Not worthy of the lowly trough that feeds them. Rotting in the last ditch of Eden. |
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5. | The Men of No Man’s Land | 13:01 | Show lyrics |
Carry your cross, to the muddied step of Golgotha. Through the widening gyre; in the absence of everything. Carry your cross, to the muddied step of Golgotha. For a cause not known to the gods of our fathers. The earth did tremble, the skies did cry. It was our turn to play God, As we carried our cross. To Flanders, where the pipers played the song of Caber Fidh. To Flanders, in joyful march. To Flanders, here we were the men of no man’s land. To Flanders, where war was changed forever. To Somme, to Ypres, to Passchendaele For a thousand days we wore the mark of Cain. We band our sorrow again. On the bloody fields of Flanders We were the men of no man’s land. Then came the gas; a harbinger of misfortune. Where all life did die, and by God the stench was infernal. Yet we carried our cross, to the muddied step of Golgotha. Where the earth did tremble, and the skies did cry. Yet we carried our cross through the muddied step of Golgotha. And like the birth of a pregnant insect, We went over the top. To Flanders, through the gaping shell-holes filled with decaying flesh. To Flanders, thrust in the barbed-wire. To Flanders, "the worms crawled in, the worms crawled out." To Flanders, where these days will live in infamy. I prayed for that cliff to come, But it never came. (And) On the eleventh hour, Of the eleventh day, Of the eleventh month, The guns fell silent. "In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the dead, short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields." -Lt. Col. John McCrae |
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31:31 |
The Suns of Perdition - Chapter I: War, Horrid War
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Thomas Gervais | Bass |
Kaizer | Guitars |
Goliath | Vocals |
Alexander Kartashov | Drums |
Morbid | Bass |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Valkenstijn | Layout |
Greg Dawson | Producer |
Sergei Lazar | Mastering |
Alejandro Tedin | Cover art, Design |
Tracks | |||
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1. | The Day After ’Trinity’ | 05:24 | Show lyrics |
On the day divinity rejects the order, They’ll bend the mirrors back unto the gift of fire That reflects in the master’s eye. They’ll break the grand design, to bring forth the healer, Feast or Famine, The wage of sin is Death. Hold them like a teething child. And show them the sins of their fathers. Waste them, and their waste to the world. And collapse, as madmen lead the blind. "Mary, Mary, quite contrary, how do your gardens grow?" A failed womb, of their ART. Early ripe, early rotten. And the world is rotten; like a fallen fruit. Ring the war chime. Violently project it inside The fanged chasm; A hellscape collosass That bleeds them like fucking swine. [And] On the day divinity rejects the order. They’ll bend the mirror back where at last They’ll drag the whore through the sceptered isle. They’ll break the grand design, to bring forth the healer. On the day that never ends, At Jornada del Muerto At this tilting plateau of diminishing grace, Salvation is sought where the sun yields No sanctuary. |
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2. | Stalingrad, Massengrab | 04:13 | Show lyrics |
"NOT ONE STEP BACK" Severity commands, dehumanize the enemy. In a hell on earth, which no living thing could survive. Clutched in a sequence of mass graves, life - and the lack of it - became clearer each day. I watched as the bodies hung from the frozen trees that cloaked the Volga And beneath an oblivion sky the frantic cried to the streets that bore them. I watched as the fires scorched the million hands that bound a nation; Where life - and the lack of it - became clearer each day. I watched as the bodies hung from the frozen trees that cloaked the Volga, And beneath an oblivion sky sung the threnody to finis germaniae. I watched the fires scorch humanity of its humanity, And like a gravestone over Stalingrad, The god of war had gone to the other side. In spasm to power. Not one step back. In spasm to power. Not one step back. "...And there is no room on the other side." |
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3. | Crimes Against Humanity | 02:25 | instrumental |
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4. | The Decapitator’s Prayer | 06:28 | Show lyrics |
O decapitator! (It is) not ye who slew them, When thou threwest a handful of dust. O decapitator! Victorious with terror, In knife-edge genuflection, "Smite ye their knecks." Behold the disgusting power of the optimists heart. Where he held his fevered dreams To the relevant drops of original blood. Know God, no peace; when the time calls forth the speakers; (In a) Self-righteous, self-pitied, self-hatred. The servant and the compeller, The iconoclast and the architect, "They are from them, They are of them" Are these the kind of swine we’re meant to live for? In this terminally demented pit of rats. Not worthy of the lowly trough that feeds them. Rotting in the last ditch of Eden. |
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5. | The Men of No Man’s Land | 13:01 | Show lyrics |
Carry your cross, to the muddied step of Golgotha. Through the widening gyre; in the absence of everything. Carry your cross, to the muddied step of Golgotha. For a cause not known to the gods of our fathers. The earth did tremble, the skies did cry. It was our turn to play God, As we carried our cross. To Flanders, where the pipers played the song of Caber Fidh. To Flanders, in joyful march. To Flanders, here we were the men of no man’s land. To Flanders, where war was changed forever. To Somme, to Ypres, to Passchendaele For a thousand days we wore the mark of Cain. We band our sorrow again. On the bloody fields of Flanders We were the men of no man’s land. Then came the gas; a harbinger of misfortune. Where all life did die, and by God the stench was infernal. Yet we carried our cross, to the muddied step of Golgotha. Where the earth did tremble, and the skies did cry. Yet we carried our cross through the muddied step of Golgotha. And like the birth of a pregnant insect, We went over the top. To Flanders, through the gaping shell-holes filled with decaying flesh. To Flanders, thrust in the barbed-wire. To Flanders, "the worms crawled in, the worms crawled out." To Flanders, where these days will live in infamy. I prayed for that cliff to come, But it never came. (And) On the eleventh hour, Of the eleventh day, Of the eleventh month, The guns fell silent. "In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the dead, short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields." -Lt. Col. John McCrae |
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31:31 |
The Suns of Perdition - Chapter I: War, Horrid War
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Thomas Gervais | Bass |
Kaizer | Guitars |
Goliath | Vocals |
Alexander Kartashov | Drums |
Morbid | Bass |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Valkenstijn | Layout |
Greg Dawson | Producer |
Sergei Lazar | Mastering |
Alejandro Tedin | Cover art, Design |
Tracks | |||
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1. | The Day After ’Trinity’ | 05:24 | Show lyrics |
On the day divinity rejects the order, They’ll bend the mirrors back unto the gift of fire That reflects in the master’s eye. They’ll break the grand design, to bring forth the healer, Feast or Famine, The wage of sin is Death. Hold them like a teething child. And show them the sins of their fathers. Waste them, and their waste to the world. And collapse, as madmen lead the blind. "Mary, Mary, quite contrary, how do your gardens grow?" A failed womb, of their ART. Early ripe, early rotten. And the world is rotten; like a fallen fruit. Ring the war chime. Violently project it inside The fanged chasm; A hellscape collosass That bleeds them like fucking swine. [And] On the day divinity rejects the order. They’ll bend the mirror back where at last They’ll drag the whore through the sceptered isle. They’ll break the grand design, to bring forth the healer. On the day that never ends, At Jornada del Muerto At this tilting plateau of diminishing grace, Salvation is sought where the sun yields No sanctuary. |
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2. | Stalingrad, Massengrab | 04:13 | Show lyrics |
"NOT ONE STEP BACK" Severity commands, dehumanize the enemy. In a hell on earth, which no living thing could survive. Clutched in a sequence of mass graves, life - and the lack of it - became clearer each day. I watched as the bodies hung from the frozen trees that cloaked the Volga And beneath an oblivion sky the frantic cried to the streets that bore them. I watched as the fires scorched the million hands that bound a nation; Where life - and the lack of it - became clearer each day. I watched as the bodies hung from the frozen trees that cloaked the Volga, And beneath an oblivion sky sung the threnody to finis germaniae. I watched the fires scorch humanity of its humanity, And like a gravestone over Stalingrad, The god of war had gone to the other side. In spasm to power. Not one step back. In spasm to power. Not one step back. "...And there is no room on the other side." |
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3. | Crimes Against Humanity | 02:25 | instrumental |
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4. | The Decapitator’s Prayer | 06:28 | Show lyrics |
O decapitator! (It is) not ye who slew them, When thou threwest a handful of dust. O decapitator! Victorious with terror, In knife-edge genuflection, "Smite ye their knecks." Behold the disgusting power of the optimists heart. Where he held his fevered dreams To the relevant drops of original blood. Know God, no peace; when the time calls forth the speakers; (In a) Self-righteous, self-pitied, self-hatred. The servant and the compeller, The iconoclast and the architect, "They are from them, They are of them" Are these the kind of swine we’re meant to live for? In this terminally demented pit of rats. Not worthy of the lowly trough that feeds them. Rotting in the last ditch of Eden. |
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5. | The Men of No Man’s Land | 13:01 | Show lyrics |
Carry your cross, to the muddied step of Golgotha. Through the widening gyre; in the absence of everything. Carry your cross, to the muddied step of Golgotha. For a cause not known to the gods of our fathers. The earth did tremble, the skies did cry. It was our turn to play God, As we carried our cross. To Flanders, where the pipers played the song of Caber Fidh. To Flanders, in joyful march. To Flanders, here we were the men of no man’s land. To Flanders, where war was changed forever. To Somme, to Ypres, to Passchendaele For a thousand days we wore the mark of Cain. We band our sorrow again. On the bloody fields of Flanders We were the men of no man’s land. Then came the gas; a harbinger of misfortune. Where all life did die, and by God the stench was infernal. Yet we carried our cross, to the muddied step of Golgotha. Where the earth did tremble, and the skies did cry. Yet we carried our cross through the muddied step of Golgotha. And like the birth of a pregnant insect, We went over the top. To Flanders, through the gaping shell-holes filled with decaying flesh. To Flanders, thrust in the barbed-wire. To Flanders, "the worms crawled in, the worms crawled out." To Flanders, where these days will live in infamy. I prayed for that cliff to come, But it never came. (And) On the eleventh hour, Of the eleventh day, Of the eleventh month, The guns fell silent. "In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the dead, short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields." -Lt. Col. John McCrae |
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31:31 |
The Suns of Perdition - Chapter II: Render unto Eden
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Band members | |
Kaizer | Guitars, Lyrics |
Goliath | Vocals |
Thomas Gervais | Bass |
Alexander Kartashov | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Maria "Masha" Arkhipova | Vocals (track 1), Lyrics (track 1) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Greg Dawson | Producer |
Sergey Lazar | Mastering |
Sergey AR Pavlov | Translation |
Käthe Kollwitz | Illustration |
Valkenstijn | Layout |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Promethean Fire | 10:22 | Show lyrics |
"He who learns must suffer. And even in our sleep pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart, and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God." - Aeschylus In great denial, When they shuffle off this mortal coil, In great denial, Through the dark and bloody ground. In great denial, Sworn to sing the corrupter’s din, In great denial. And with hubris comes the fall, Drifting across the rippling wall, On the dark and bloody ground, Came to me: This rock for which I’m bound, the wind I fear won’t hear me, And alas, in a crippling sway, All life bent towards the light. In great denial, Cursed the land of the ploughman’s toil, In great denial, In flood and in famine. In great denial, He too sings the corrupter’s din, In great denial. And with hubris comes the fall, Drifting across the rippling wall, On the dark and bloody ground, came to me on the rock I’m bound: The wind I fear won’t hear me, The ploughmen will bless his toil. And alas, in a crippling sway, All life bent towards the light. Болью, болью (With pain, with pain) Дышит тело мое (My body still breathes,) Обреченно (So fatefully,) Пашем полотно черно. (We plough the canvas of black.) Иссохли воды (Waters’re dried up) Под палящим зноем (Under the scorching sun,) Плоть истерзанну (Our worn-out flesh is drunk) Поим гноем рваных мозолей. (with the pus of our torn corns.) Зри! (Behold!) Мы ползем змеей (We crawl like a snake) по усопшему телу (over the mortal remains) Земли! (Of the earth!) В мучениях вечных (Suffering over and over,) Тащим камень тартара (We’re dragging Tartarus’ stone.) Замри! (Hold still!) Во мраке надежды (In the darkness of hope) Вечно жаждущей света (Striving for ever - towards the light!) Мы две змеи (We’re two snakes) На извечной тропе (On the eternal path) Круговой колеи! (Of a circular track!) Круговой колеи... (Of a circular track...) |
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2. | The Faustian Pact | 08:10 | Show lyrics |
"The God who made iron grow did not need slaves." A maniacal forge seeds the tempter and triangulates the sin, the madness and the fury. Where one abandons all hope. At a funeral for the sun; They will dement the divide. Into a world of sin, of shit - in schism - the man will seek the angel at the bottomless pit. Vanquished ground, From birth till rigor mortis, The vultures damn the hive to the wreaking hole Descension bound, Where lust defines the order, Till the mass grave that sends the defeated man to the madhouse. And a testament to his ruin; Absent the fruits of patient toil He will never lick the wounds This disease heightens the senses In a world of sin, of shit - but in schism - One gets harder in time. And if destruction be our lot, be it the glory of the slaves. Vanquished ground, From birth till rigor mortis, The vultures damn the hive to the wreaking hole Descension bound, Where lust defines the order, Voidward shines the suns of perdition. Yetzer Hara - Yetzer Hara - Yetzer Hara Victor or vanquished, What defines loss? Twisted in irony; Encroaching manifest destiny. The sick divine glory, [In] infinitesimal trappings Weaponize the ages. The Faustian pact is all that the ground may give back. And bound by it’s own gaze, was lost and all that the sun made was cast on their iron graves. |
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3. | Areopagitica | 07:34 | Show lyrics |
Madness makes a man, and [it is] what breaks him, Like a shadow unto which no light may ever shine. Time flees, though eternity dwells, Yet "the very truth he holds becomes his heresy." A most righteous act of rebellion, By right of twisted virtue, The sun is not so bright to itself as to those on whom it shines Time flees, though eternity dwells, Yet "the very truth he holds becomes his heresy." The just war must be decided, but the chorus will not come. And cast in their crooked smiles is narcissism masking as virtue Some truths are worth it for their own sake, But they will cannibalize their own before they let the heretic be heard. You may never cheat this mountain. The just war must be decided, but the chorus will not come. And cast in their crooked smiles is narcissism masking as virtue Some truths are worth it for their own sake, But they will cannibalize their own before they let the heretic be heard. |
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4. | The Snare of the Fowler | 09:54 | Show lyrics |
Man - like earth - both flower and decay. Tyrants and men of ideals feign the black-eyed children. ’Till plight and injustice wakes this earth To galvanize them to sacrifice and abnegation; ripe are the fools and the damned who have longed for a promised land. In the heap of temptations, hope would mark the ruins. "The tree of knowledge is not that of life." And so he grinds his own hands, Where there was never justice for all. There is a stain of perspective in those expiring eyes. When he mines his own helm, And serves for the greater glory. [And now they] arm the angels, Bedevilled by our lesser judgment. And another man will die; It is practically what he is here for. And they will fly their flags at half mast As if this would imply justice. Never pitied, they will make this mistake again. And again - the damned deny the ages, and the greatest of ironies: Our enlightenment would rise; And with it, the vileness of man. "The tree of knowledge is not that of life." And so he grinds his own hands, Where there was never justice for all. There is a stain of perspective in those expiring eyes. When he mines his own helm, And serves for the greater glory. It is seldom the days in the dark, When he defines his own hell. But in the violent wake of the wise Where the rabid dog dies. Taring at the roots, where the rats beckon asunder. "Surely he shall deliver thee from the snare of the fowler; and the noisome pestilence." But men are left disturbed, yet again. It is seldom the days in the dark, When he defines his own hell. But in the rotted wake of the light, Where the parasite dies. There is no redemption arc in the record of eternal truths. Just an endless sequence of cross-currents to the terminus of all paradises lost. |
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5. | Pascal’s Wager | 08:00 | Show lyrics |
"The words of one of my favourite poets, Ernest Dowson are quite often with me, ’Non sum qualis eram / I’m not as I was.’ And though I know as well as you do that there is no point in arguing about the actual date or time of departure because I’d like to think there would be no good time - I hope you’ll agree with that. Something I urgently thought I ought to do or say - and one mustn’t supine or give into self-pity about that, but at this moment I have to say, I feel very envious of someone who is young and actively starting out in this argument. In the meantime, we have the same job we’ve always had; which is to say - as thinking people and as humans - that there are no final solutions, there is no absolute truth, there is no supreme leader, there is no totalitarian solution that says if you will just give up your freedom of inquiry - if you will just give up - if you will simply abandon your critical faculties, a world of idiotic bliss can be yours. We have to begin by repudiating all such claims; grand rabbis, chief ayatollahs, infallible popes, the pedlars of surrogate and mutant quasi-political religion and worship; the dear leader, the great leader, we have no need of any of this; And looking at them and their record, and the pathos of their supporters, I realize that it is they who are the grand impostors, and my own imposture this evening was mulled by comparison. Thank you very much." - The last public speech by Christopher Hitchens (1949-2011) There is a guilt reserved for that fearful day, In great denial, I will say no more. I will reserve that shame for the thieves and whores, In great denial, I will say no more. There is a silence that comes eventually, In great denial, I will say no more. There is no longer a reason to laugh, But what do you have to lose when you’re pissing into the wind? |
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44:00 |
The Suns of Perdition - Chapter II: Render unto Eden
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Kaizer | Lyrics, Guitars |
Goliath | Vocals |
Thomas Gervais | Bass |
Alexander Kartashov | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Maria "Masha" Arkhipova | Vocals (track 1), Lyrics (track 1) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Greg Dawson | Producer |
Sergey Lazar | Mastering |
Sergey AR Pavlov | Translation |
Käthe Kollwitz | Illustration |
Valkenstijn | Layout |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Promethean Fire | 10:22 | Show lyrics |
"He who learns must suffer. And even in our sleep pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart, and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God." - Aeschylus In great denial, When they shuffle off this mortal coil, In great denial, Through the dark and bloody ground. In great denial, Sworn to sing the corrupter’s din, In great denial. And with hubris comes the fall, Drifting across the rippling wall, On the dark and bloody ground, Came to me: This rock for which I’m bound, the wind I fear won’t hear me, And alas, in a crippling sway, All life bent towards the light. In great denial, Cursed the land of the ploughman’s toil, In great denial, In flood and in famine. In great denial, He too sings the corrupter’s din, In great denial. And with hubris comes the fall, Drifting across the rippling wall, On the dark and bloody ground, came to me on the rock I’m bound: The wind I fear won’t hear me, The ploughmen will bless his toil. And alas, in a crippling sway, All life bent towards the light. Болью, болью (With pain, with pain) Дышит тело мое (My body still breathes,) Обреченно (So fatefully,) Пашем полотно черно. (We plough the canvas of black.) Иссохли воды (Waters’re dried up) Под палящим зноем (Under the scorching sun,) Плоть истерзанну (Our worn-out flesh is drunk) Поим гноем рваных мозолей. (with the pus of our torn corns.) Зри! (Behold!) Мы ползем змеей (We crawl like a snake) по усопшему телу (over the mortal remains) Земли! (Of the earth!) В мучениях вечных (Suffering over and over,) Тащим камень тартара (We’re dragging Tartarus’ stone.) Замри! (Hold still!) Во мраке надежды (In the darkness of hope) Вечно жаждущей света (Striving for ever - towards the light!) Мы две змеи (We’re two snakes) На извечной тропе (On the eternal path) Круговой колеи! (Of a circular track!) Круговой колеи... (Of a circular track...) |
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2. | The Faustian Pact | 08:10 | Show lyrics |
"The God who made iron grow did not need slaves." A maniacal forge seeds the tempter and triangulates the sin, the madness and the fury. Where one abandons all hope. At a funeral for the sun; They will dement the divide. Into a world of sin, of shit - in schism - the man will seek the angel at the bottomless pit. Vanquished ground, From birth till rigor mortis, The vultures damn the hive to the wreaking hole Descension bound, Where lust defines the order, Till the mass grave that sends the defeated man to the madhouse. And a testament to his ruin; Absent the fruits of patient toil He will never lick the wounds This disease heightens the senses In a world of sin, of shit - but in schism - One gets harder in time. And if destruction be our lot, be it the glory of the slaves. Vanquished ground, From birth till rigor mortis, The vultures damn the hive to the wreaking hole Descension bound, Where lust defines the order, Voidward shines the suns of perdition. Yetzer Hara - Yetzer Hara - Yetzer Hara Victor or vanquished, What defines loss? Twisted in irony; Encroaching manifest destiny. The sick divine glory, [In] infinitesimal trappings Weaponize the ages. The Faustian pact is all that the ground may give back. And bound by it’s own gaze, was lost and all that the sun made was cast on their iron graves. |
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Side B | |||
3. | Areopagitica | 07:34 | Show lyrics |
Madness makes a man, and [it is] what breaks him, Like a shadow unto which no light may ever shine. Time flees, though eternity dwells, Yet "the very truth he holds becomes his heresy." A most righteous act of rebellion, By right of twisted virtue, The sun is not so bright to itself as to those on whom it shines Time flees, though eternity dwells, Yet "the very truth he holds becomes his heresy." The just war must be decided, but the chorus will not come. And cast in their crooked smiles is narcissism masking as virtue Some truths are worth it for their own sake, But they will cannibalize their own before they let the heretic be heard. You may never cheat this mountain. The just war must be decided, but the chorus will not come. And cast in their crooked smiles is narcissism masking as virtue Some truths are worth it for their own sake, But they will cannibalize their own before they let the heretic be heard. |
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4. | The Snare of the Fowler | 09:54 | Show lyrics |
Man - like earth - both flower and decay. Tyrants and men of ideals feign the black-eyed children. ’Till plight and injustice wakes this earth To galvanize them to sacrifice and abnegation; ripe are the fools and the damned who have longed for a promised land. In the heap of temptations, hope would mark the ruins. "The tree of knowledge is not that of life." And so he grinds his own hands, Where there was never justice for all. There is a stain of perspective in those expiring eyes. When he mines his own helm, And serves for the greater glory. [And now they] arm the angels, Bedevilled by our lesser judgment. And another man will die; It is practically what he is here for. And they will fly their flags at half mast As if this would imply justice. Never pitied, they will make this mistake again. And again - the damned deny the ages, and the greatest of ironies: Our enlightenment would rise; And with it, the vileness of man. "The tree of knowledge is not that of life." And so he grinds his own hands, Where there was never justice for all. There is a stain of perspective in those expiring eyes. When he mines his own helm, And serves for the greater glory. It is seldom the days in the dark, When he defines his own hell. But in the violent wake of the wise Where the rabid dog dies. Taring at the roots, where the rats beckon asunder. "Surely he shall deliver thee from the snare of the fowler; and the noisome pestilence." But men are left disturbed, yet again. It is seldom the days in the dark, When he defines his own hell. But in the rotted wake of the light, Where the parasite dies. There is no redemption arc in the record of eternal truths. Just an endless sequence of cross-currents to the terminus of all paradises lost. |
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5. | Pascal’s Wager | 08:00 | Show lyrics |
"The words of one of my favourite poets, Ernest Dowson are quite often with me, ’Non sum qualis eram / I’m not as I was.’ And though I know as well as you do that there is no point in arguing about the actual date or time of departure because I’d like to think there would be no good time - I hope you’ll agree with that. Something I urgently thought I ought to do or say - and one mustn’t supine or give into self-pity about that, but at this moment I have to say, I feel very envious of someone who is young and actively starting out in this argument. In the meantime, we have the same job we’ve always had; which is to say - as thinking people and as humans - that there are no final solutions, there is no absolute truth, there is no supreme leader, there is no totalitarian solution that says if you will just give up your freedom of inquiry - if you will just give up - if you will simply abandon your critical faculties, a world of idiotic bliss can be yours. We have to begin by repudiating all such claims; grand rabbis, chief ayatollahs, infallible popes, the pedlars of surrogate and mutant quasi-political religion and worship; the dear leader, the great leader, we have no need of any of this; And looking at them and their record, and the pathos of their supporters, I realize that it is they who are the grand impostors, and my own imposture this evening was mulled by comparison. Thank you very much." - The last public speech by Christopher Hitchens (1949-2011) There is a guilt reserved for that fearful day, In great denial, I will say no more. I will reserve that shame for the thieves and whores, In great denial, I will say no more. There is a silence that comes eventually, In great denial, I will say no more. There is no longer a reason to laugh, But what do you have to lose when you’re pissing into the wind? |
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44:00 |
The Suns of Perdition - Chapter II: Render unto Eden
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Kaizer | Lyrics, Guitars |
Goliath | Vocals |
Thomas Gervais | Bass |
Alexander Kartashov | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Maria "Masha" Arkhipova | Vocals (track 1), Lyrics (track 1) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Greg Dawson | Producer |
Sergey Lazar | Mastering |
Sergey AR Pavlov | Translation |
Käthe Kollwitz | Illustration |
Valkenstijn | Layout |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Promethean Fire | 10:22 | Show lyrics |
"He who learns must suffer. And even in our sleep pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart, and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God." - Aeschylus In great denial, When they shuffle off this mortal coil, In great denial, Through the dark and bloody ground. In great denial, Sworn to sing the corrupter’s din, In great denial. And with hubris comes the fall, Drifting across the rippling wall, On the dark and bloody ground, Came to me: This rock for which I’m bound, the wind I fear won’t hear me, And alas, in a crippling sway, All life bent towards the light. In great denial, Cursed the land of the ploughman’s toil, In great denial, In flood and in famine. In great denial, He too sings the corrupter’s din, In great denial. And with hubris comes the fall, Drifting across the rippling wall, On the dark and bloody ground, came to me on the rock I’m bound: The wind I fear won’t hear me, The ploughmen will bless his toil. And alas, in a crippling sway, All life bent towards the light. Болью, болью (With pain, with pain) Дышит тело мое (My body still breathes,) Обреченно (So fatefully,) Пашем полотно черно. (We plough the canvas of black.) Иссохли воды (Waters’re dried up) Под палящим зноем (Under the scorching sun,) Плоть истерзанну (Our worn-out flesh is drunk) Поим гноем рваных мозолей. (with the pus of our torn corns.) Зри! (Behold!) Мы ползем змеей (We crawl like a snake) по усопшему телу (over the mortal remains) Земли! (Of the earth!) В мучениях вечных (Suffering over and over,) Тащим камень тартара (We’re dragging Tartarus’ stone.) Замри! (Hold still!) Во мраке надежды (In the darkness of hope) Вечно жаждущей света (Striving for ever - towards the light!) Мы две змеи (We’re two snakes) На извечной тропе (On the eternal path) Круговой колеи! (Of a circular track!) Круговой колеи... (Of a circular track...) |
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2. | The Faustian Pact | 08:10 | Show lyrics |
"The God who made iron grow did not need slaves." A maniacal forge seeds the tempter and triangulates the sin, the madness and the fury. Where one abandons all hope. At a funeral for the sun; They will dement the divide. Into a world of sin, of shit - in schism - the man will seek the angel at the bottomless pit. Vanquished ground, From birth till rigor mortis, The vultures damn the hive to the wreaking hole Descension bound, Where lust defines the order, Till the mass grave that sends the defeated man to the madhouse. And a testament to his ruin; Absent the fruits of patient toil He will never lick the wounds This disease heightens the senses In a world of sin, of shit - but in schism - One gets harder in time. And if destruction be our lot, be it the glory of the slaves. Vanquished ground, From birth till rigor mortis, The vultures damn the hive to the wreaking hole Descension bound, Where lust defines the order, Voidward shines the suns of perdition. Yetzer Hara - Yetzer Hara - Yetzer Hara Victor or vanquished, What defines loss? Twisted in irony; Encroaching manifest destiny. The sick divine glory, [In] infinitesimal trappings Weaponize the ages. The Faustian pact is all that the ground may give back. And bound by it’s own gaze, was lost and all that the sun made was cast on their iron graves. |
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Side B | |||
3. | Areopagitica | 07:34 | Show lyrics |
Madness makes a man, and [it is] what breaks him, Like a shadow unto which no light may ever shine. Time flees, though eternity dwells, Yet "the very truth he holds becomes his heresy." A most righteous act of rebellion, By right of twisted virtue, The sun is not so bright to itself as to those on whom it shines Time flees, though eternity dwells, Yet "the very truth he holds becomes his heresy." The just war must be decided, but the chorus will not come. And cast in their crooked smiles is narcissism masking as virtue Some truths are worth it for their own sake, But they will cannibalize their own before they let the heretic be heard. You may never cheat this mountain. The just war must be decided, but the chorus will not come. And cast in their crooked smiles is narcissism masking as virtue Some truths are worth it for their own sake, But they will cannibalize their own before they let the heretic be heard. |
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4. | The Snare of the Fowler | 09:54 | Show lyrics |
Man - like earth - both flower and decay. Tyrants and men of ideals feign the black-eyed children. ’Till plight and injustice wakes this earth To galvanize them to sacrifice and abnegation; ripe are the fools and the damned who have longed for a promised land. In the heap of temptations, hope would mark the ruins. "The tree of knowledge is not that of life." And so he grinds his own hands, Where there was never justice for all. There is a stain of perspective in those expiring eyes. When he mines his own helm, And serves for the greater glory. [And now they] arm the angels, Bedevilled by our lesser judgment. And another man will die; It is practically what he is here for. And they will fly their flags at half mast As if this would imply justice. Never pitied, they will make this mistake again. And again - the damned deny the ages, and the greatest of ironies: Our enlightenment would rise; And with it, the vileness of man. "The tree of knowledge is not that of life." And so he grinds his own hands, Where there was never justice for all. There is a stain of perspective in those expiring eyes. When he mines his own helm, And serves for the greater glory. It is seldom the days in the dark, When he defines his own hell. But in the violent wake of the wise Where the rabid dog dies. Taring at the roots, where the rats beckon asunder. "Surely he shall deliver thee from the snare of the fowler; and the noisome pestilence." But men are left disturbed, yet again. It is seldom the days in the dark, When he defines his own hell. But in the rotted wake of the light, Where the parasite dies. There is no redemption arc in the record of eternal truths. Just an endless sequence of cross-currents to the terminus of all paradises lost. |
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5. | Pascal’s Wager | 08:00 | Show lyrics |
"The words of one of my favourite poets, Ernest Dowson are quite often with me, ’Non sum qualis eram / I’m not as I was.’ And though I know as well as you do that there is no point in arguing about the actual date or time of departure because I’d like to think there would be no good time - I hope you’ll agree with that. Something I urgently thought I ought to do or say - and one mustn’t supine or give into self-pity about that, but at this moment I have to say, I feel very envious of someone who is young and actively starting out in this argument. In the meantime, we have the same job we’ve always had; which is to say - as thinking people and as humans - that there are no final solutions, there is no absolute truth, there is no supreme leader, there is no totalitarian solution that says if you will just give up your freedom of inquiry - if you will just give up - if you will simply abandon your critical faculties, a world of idiotic bliss can be yours. We have to begin by repudiating all such claims; grand rabbis, chief ayatollahs, infallible popes, the pedlars of surrogate and mutant quasi-political religion and worship; the dear leader, the great leader, we have no need of any of this; And looking at them and their record, and the pathos of their supporters, I realize that it is they who are the grand impostors, and my own imposture this evening was mulled by comparison. Thank you very much." - The last public speech by Christopher Hitchens (1949-2011) There is a guilt reserved for that fearful day, In great denial, I will say no more. I will reserve that shame for the thieves and whores, In great denial, I will say no more. There is a silence that comes eventually, In great denial, I will say no more. There is no longer a reason to laugh, But what do you have to lose when you’re pissing into the wind? |
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44:00 |
The Suns of Perdition - Chapter II: Render unto Eden
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Kaizer | Lyrics, Guitars |
Goliath | Vocals |
Thomas Gervais | Bass |
Alexander Kartashov | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Maria "Masha" Arkhipova | Vocals (track 1), Lyrics (track 1) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Greg Dawson | Producer |
Sergey Lazar | Mastering |
Sergey AR Pavlov | Translation |
Käthe Kollwitz | Illustration |
Valkenstijn | Layout |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Promethean Fire | 10:22 | Show lyrics |
"He who learns must suffer. And even in our sleep pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart, and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God." - Aeschylus In great denial, When they shuffle off this mortal coil, In great denial, Through the dark and bloody ground. In great denial, Sworn to sing the corrupter’s din, In great denial. And with hubris comes the fall, Drifting across the rippling wall, On the dark and bloody ground, Came to me: This rock for which I’m bound, the wind I fear won’t hear me, And alas, in a crippling sway, All life bent towards the light. In great denial, Cursed the land of the ploughman’s toil, In great denial, In flood and in famine. In great denial, He too sings the corrupter’s din, In great denial. And with hubris comes the fall, Drifting across the rippling wall, On the dark and bloody ground, came to me on the rock I’m bound: The wind I fear won’t hear me, The ploughmen will bless his toil. And alas, in a crippling sway, All life bent towards the light. Болью, болью (With pain, with pain) Дышит тело мое (My body still breathes,) Обреченно (So fatefully,) Пашем полотно черно. (We plough the canvas of black.) Иссохли воды (Waters’re dried up) Под палящим зноем (Under the scorching sun,) Плоть истерзанну (Our worn-out flesh is drunk) Поим гноем рваных мозолей. (with the pus of our torn corns.) Зри! (Behold!) Мы ползем змеей (We crawl like a snake) по усопшему телу (over the mortal remains) Земли! (Of the earth!) В мучениях вечных (Suffering over and over,) Тащим камень тартара (We’re dragging Tartarus’ stone.) Замри! (Hold still!) Во мраке надежды (In the darkness of hope) Вечно жаждущей света (Striving for ever - towards the light!) Мы две змеи (We’re two snakes) На извечной тропе (On the eternal path) Круговой колеи! (Of a circular track!) Круговой колеи... (Of a circular track...) |
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2. | The Faustian Pact | 08:10 | Show lyrics |
"The God who made iron grow did not need slaves." A maniacal forge seeds the tempter and triangulates the sin, the madness and the fury. Where one abandons all hope. At a funeral for the sun; They will dement the divide. Into a world of sin, of shit - in schism - the man will seek the angel at the bottomless pit. Vanquished ground, From birth till rigor mortis, The vultures damn the hive to the wreaking hole Descension bound, Where lust defines the order, Till the mass grave that sends the defeated man to the madhouse. And a testament to his ruin; Absent the fruits of patient toil He will never lick the wounds This disease heightens the senses In a world of sin, of shit - but in schism - One gets harder in time. And if destruction be our lot, be it the glory of the slaves. Vanquished ground, From birth till rigor mortis, The vultures damn the hive to the wreaking hole Descension bound, Where lust defines the order, Voidward shines the suns of perdition. Yetzer Hara - Yetzer Hara - Yetzer Hara Victor or vanquished, What defines loss? Twisted in irony; Encroaching manifest destiny. The sick divine glory, [In] infinitesimal trappings Weaponize the ages. The Faustian pact is all that the ground may give back. And bound by it’s own gaze, was lost and all that the sun made was cast on their iron graves. |
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3. | Areopagitica | 07:34 | Show lyrics |
Madness makes a man, and [it is] what breaks him, Like a shadow unto which no light may ever shine. Time flees, though eternity dwells, Yet "the very truth he holds becomes his heresy." A most righteous act of rebellion, By right of twisted virtue, The sun is not so bright to itself as to those on whom it shines Time flees, though eternity dwells, Yet "the very truth he holds becomes his heresy." The just war must be decided, but the chorus will not come. And cast in their crooked smiles is narcissism masking as virtue Some truths are worth it for their own sake, But they will cannibalize their own before they let the heretic be heard. You may never cheat this mountain. The just war must be decided, but the chorus will not come. And cast in their crooked smiles is narcissism masking as virtue Some truths are worth it for their own sake, But they will cannibalize their own before they let the heretic be heard. |
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4. | The Snare of the Fowler | 09:54 | Show lyrics |
Man - like earth - both flower and decay. Tyrants and men of ideals feign the black-eyed children. ’Till plight and injustice wakes this earth To galvanize them to sacrifice and abnegation; ripe are the fools and the damned who have longed for a promised land. In the heap of temptations, hope would mark the ruins. "The tree of knowledge is not that of life." And so he grinds his own hands, Where there was never justice for all. There is a stain of perspective in those expiring eyes. When he mines his own helm, And serves for the greater glory. [And now they] arm the angels, Bedevilled by our lesser judgment. And another man will die; It is practically what he is here for. And they will fly their flags at half mast As if this would imply justice. Never pitied, they will make this mistake again. And again - the damned deny the ages, and the greatest of ironies: Our enlightenment would rise; And with it, the vileness of man. "The tree of knowledge is not that of life." And so he grinds his own hands, Where there was never justice for all. There is a stain of perspective in those expiring eyes. When he mines his own helm, And serves for the greater glory. It is seldom the days in the dark, When he defines his own hell. But in the violent wake of the wise Where the rabid dog dies. Taring at the roots, where the rats beckon asunder. "Surely he shall deliver thee from the snare of the fowler; and the noisome pestilence." But men are left disturbed, yet again. It is seldom the days in the dark, When he defines his own hell. But in the rotted wake of the light, Where the parasite dies. There is no redemption arc in the record of eternal truths. Just an endless sequence of cross-currents to the terminus of all paradises lost. |
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5. | Pascal’s Wager | 08:00 | Show lyrics |
"The words of one of my favourite poets, Ernest Dowson are quite often with me, ’Non sum qualis eram / I’m not as I was.’ And though I know as well as you do that there is no point in arguing about the actual date or time of departure because I’d like to think there would be no good time - I hope you’ll agree with that. Something I urgently thought I ought to do or say - and one mustn’t supine or give into self-pity about that, but at this moment I have to say, I feel very envious of someone who is young and actively starting out in this argument. In the meantime, we have the same job we’ve always had; which is to say - as thinking people and as humans - that there are no final solutions, there is no absolute truth, there is no supreme leader, there is no totalitarian solution that says if you will just give up your freedom of inquiry - if you will just give up - if you will simply abandon your critical faculties, a world of idiotic bliss can be yours. We have to begin by repudiating all such claims; grand rabbis, chief ayatollahs, infallible popes, the pedlars of surrogate and mutant quasi-political religion and worship; the dear leader, the great leader, we have no need of any of this; And looking at them and their record, and the pathos of their supporters, I realize that it is they who are the grand impostors, and my own imposture this evening was mulled by comparison. Thank you very much." - The last public speech by Christopher Hitchens (1949-2011) There is a guilt reserved for that fearful day, In great denial, I will say no more. I will reserve that shame for the thieves and whores, In great denial, I will say no more. There is a silence that comes eventually, In great denial, I will say no more. There is no longer a reason to laugh, But what do you have to lose when you’re pissing into the wind? |
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