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The Ruins of Beverast
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Current | |
Alexander von Meilenwald | Everything (2003-present) |
Member(bands): Kermania (live), Verdunkeln (live), Truppensturm, Nagelfar, Heemat | |
Current (Live) | |
G.ST | Bass (2013-present) |
Member(bands): Drowned, Essenz | |
Helvegr | Drums (2013-present) |
Member(bands): Kathaaria, Asakku, Paria | |
Arioch | Guitars (2013-present) |
Member(bands): Secrets of the Moon, Dark Fortress (live), Svarrogh (live), Abztract Fortune, Sael, Odem Arcarum, Reign of Decay, Dordeduh (live), Negură Bunget (live), Triumph of Death | |
Job Bos | Keyboards (2014-present) |
Member(bands): Dark Fortress, Dordeduh (live), Beliar, Dood, Ethereal (live), In the Woods... (live), Satyricon (live), Hate Meditation, Nachtmystium | |
Past (Live) | |
Thomas Tomsen | Keyboards (2013) |
# | Discography | Type | Year | |
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1 | The Furious Waves of Damnation | Demo | 2003 | Show album |
2 | Unlock the Shrine | Full-length | 2004 | Show album |
3 | Rain upon the Impure | Full-length | 2006 | Show album |
4 | Urfaust / The Ruins of Beverast | Split | 2007 | Show album |
5 | Gott in uns | Split | 2007 | Show album |
6 | Foulest Semen of a Sheltered Elite | Full-length | 2009 | Show album |
7 | Enchanted by Gravemould I | Compilation | 2011 | Show album |
8 | Blood Vaults - The Blazing Gospel of Heinrich Kramer | Full-length | 2013 | Show album |
9 | Takitum Tootem! | EP | 2016 | Show album |
10 | King Dude | Caronte | The Ruins of Beverast | (DOLCH) | Split | 2017 | Show album |
11 | Exuvia | Full-length | 2017 | Show album |
12 | Don’t Walk on the Mass Graves | Split | 2020 | Show album |
13 | The Ruins of Beverast / Almyrkvi | Split | 2020 | Show album |
The Furious Waves of Damnation
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Alexander von Meilenwald | Everything |
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1. | Phobia Psalm (Introduction) | 01:05 | |
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2. | The Iconoclast | 06:02 | |
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3. | Indungeoned | 02:31 | |
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4. | Suicide Feast | 04:20 | |
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5. | Wrath of the Snake | 05:21 | |
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6. | Choir of Sin | 05:36 | |
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7. | Red Ragnarök | 04:54 | |
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8. | Witchcraft (Beherit cover) | 03:52 | |
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33:41 |
Unlock the Shrine
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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August 3rd, 2004 | Ván Records | Ván 01 / VÁN001 | CD | |
2004 | Ván Records | Ván 01 / VÁN01 | CD | Repress |
2005 | Ván Records | Ván 01 | 3 vinyls | Special die hard edition, Limited edition |
2005 | Ván Records | Ván 01 | 2 12" vinyls | Limited edition |
2006 | Battle Kommand Records | BKR010 | CD | Reissue |
2009 | Ván Records | Ván 01 | 2 12" vinyls | Reissue, Gatefold sleeve |
2009 | Ván Records | Ván 01 | CD | Repress |
2013 | Ván Records | VAN01 | 2 12" vinyls | Reissue |
Unknown | Ván Records | Digital | Bandcamp |
Members | |
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Band members | |
Alexander von Meilenwald | Everything |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Gnarl | Recording (assistant) |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Between Bronze Walls | 08:40 | Show lyrics |
As poisoning light Ignores my futile desire for sleep I find myself surrounded by mirrors Blinding me With this abhorrent colour With my abhorrent flesh With their abhorrent grin This must be the most raging maelstrom The deepest climax My saviour, my mere witness indeed I perceive your presence Yet, you cannot approach ... This hell is mine I shall die between bronze walls. |
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2. | Skeleton Coast | 03:06 | Show lyrics |
Nocturnal skeleton coast Where dead cattle is washed ashore To molest the mind of this immaculate race Oh man, ye high spirits have evoken The extermination of all that has been Will you pray when the storms come ? |
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3. | Euphoria When the Bombs Fell | 05:43 | Show lyrics |
Then all danced, my heroine Unaesthetically To the war opera I was proud to start a killing spree With you We darkened the scenery All the grief All the tragedies of your horrible loss Have been channeled Into an orgasmic carnage As all collapsed We died in murderous bliss. |
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4. | God Sent No Sign | 03:25 | |
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5. | The Clockhand’s Groaning Circles | 10:44 | Show lyrics |
Clutching a giant laance of brass Within a storm That rushes silently Through a hallway of mirrors Drafts and visions beform me Poisoned air burns into wounds: The missing entrails - Left behind When my waste Was creeping to life - Hurt and bleed Festering from wounds That time has torn That brass feasts upon ... in a rhytm, in a melody ... Destructive and discordant And finally mute - When the eyes awake Behind the senile web ... These trembling hands Won’t save my ears From deafness These crippled thoughts Won’t save my soul From death. |
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6. | Procession of Pawns | 04:00 | |
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7. | Summer Decapitation Ritual | 07:55 | Show lyrics |
I marked place in medieval summer beat A guillotine prepared for amusement of god and his crowd Shouting their annual menace (Into) the cruel vacuum rapidly descending Desiring death to anticipate the doom divine, the temptation, his triumph Thus, as no martyr I burn (at) the cross With lack of strength to climb out of the white abyss again Behead me! For at the depths of this spiral Even death cannot disburden me of life. |
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8. | Cellartunes | 02:05 | |
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9. | Unlock the Shrine | 09:05 | Show lyrics |
How horrible your face has become within this prison I smell your steps on the wooden floor again So desperate to keep them silent ... you are mine With all your masochistic desire Invoke and fight me again Saw your suicidal seed Inhale your schizophrenia Suffer from your faded mind Unlock the shrine Release me Will I kill us ? (Will you kill us ?) Will I release us ? (Will you release us ?) As salt runs into your wounds You lose your sight and clench your fists You mourn at the brought of your heart The stench of urine and mould You will crawl before me on this wooden floor Let the splinters cout you And free the mass that binds us You will drivel and howl at this merciless rain ... These doors will close for you again. |
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10. | Subterranean Homicide Lamentation | 01:59 | |
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11. | The Mine | 12:01 | Show lyrics |
Until these tunnels Shall become our grave We dwell with the poets The eerie echoes Of shameful choirs Howl deep within here Sounds of harm Frome where the stillborn graze Standing armed without a strategy In a war That never should have been declared Eyes adapted to perpetual dawn The trembling march of the offensive pack With the bark of the hounds Our final rhyme shall be composed We await this, our time When the foul screams of agony Will sound through the mine. |
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12. | White Abyss | 01:38 | |
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01:10:21 |
Rain upon the Impure
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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December 24th, 2006 | Ván Records | Ván09 | CD | |
September 2008 | Ván Records | Ván09 | 3 vinyls | Limited edition |
2009 | Ván Records | Ván09 | 2 12" vinyls | Limited edition |
2009 | Ván Records | Ván09 | CD | Reissue |
2013 | Ván Records | VAN09 | 2 12" vinyls | Reissue |
2013 | Ván Records | VÁN09 | CD | Reissue, Digipak |
Unknown | Ván Records | Digital | Bandcamp |
Members | |
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Alexander von Meilenwald | Everything |
Tracks | |||
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1. | 50 Forts Along the Rhine | 13:37 | Show lyrics |
An old failure is redressed Barred is all sight into the West Not to let us foresee what is brewing there Ripple... Silence is deceptive Hooves of iron paw An ancient silent fog To blur our castles’ silhouettes To hide the gathering troops Black fleets explore the northern lines Fifty forts along the Rhine Fuming clefts cross Westphalia Command from Castra Vetera It was late at night when the bugle call resounded And blew forth a red storm To bear squadrons of Southern aggressors Transcending our silent banks now so rageous Ploughing the valleys in slobbering droves Foes in Sugambria! The ancient map is redrawn in blood Led by our once insurmountable waters We learnt that war has become art Within three years of suffering and barbarism Lamentamur Germaniam Inferiorem! The Northern eyesight is extinguished The Western limbs are dead The Southern torso is crippled East cannot defend. |
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2. | Soliloquy of the Stigmatised Shepherd | 15:40 | Show lyrics |
How long have I been wandering uphill? My lord, did you paint these meadows? They are colourless Roar... agonizing distant noise Look at me I kneel down before thee Bow my head Cover my ears Weep... This soil did never alter in two thousand years I wonder if it is you who hunts them - Or are they following me...? This is a burden I was never taught to heave... To you I implore, oh father! Take this noise away from me! Save me! Father, make (of) me the seed for a silent meadow Limp as a doomed horse I resume my way In tears, on chafed limbs There is no herb to be laid Upon the stigmata of immortality’s burden Father, make (of) me the seed for a silent meadow. |
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3. | Rapture | 01:16 | Show lyrics |
"O Head of blood and wounds In pain and deathly scorned Arouse their bliss and rapture With a crown of thorns adorned." |
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4. | Blood Vaults (I - Thy Virginal Malodour) | 15:42 | Show lyrics |
Red moon returns... For the blood that dried on the dungeon walls For centuries of insidious estrangement That witnessed a slow disfigurement of pale faces Unfamiliar with perversions to desecrate Their pious deeds Red moon returns... To rip open the scars of the soul that vowed Laid bare for burning Like a process of moult Sanctified flesh breeds dense crimson fume And reeks... An eerie procession Descending into darkness godforsaken Intoning solemn psalms of sadism and malevolence Sing to sleep tormented bodies that writhe in horror Leave flesh ghastly perished, and screams fading unheard Red moon returns... Lets the mind be swallowed That addicts to claustrophobia Thus it is written in unread books... And may the bells awake the residual days Merely wounds are to be licked That weep with blood, not with wine. |
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5. | Soil of the Incestuous | 16:25 | Show lyrics |
I am The wandering moon and sun The rabbit and the snake The virgin and the rapist My shadow The path of the mind’s eye shall never bifurcate... I enter The church and the graveyard The storms and the rainbows The soul and the flesh My shadow The path of the mind’s eye shall never bifurcate... I suffer The rotten lower skin The wandering moon and sun The sin and altruism My shadow (...painfully roaming the soil of the incestuous...) The bloom will fail to come I wear reflected scars Until I smash the mirror. |
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6. | Balnaa-Kheil the Bleak | 02:40 | Show lyrics |
My nakedness shall not ignite your lust... ...trespasser... Here, at the absolute end of your withered romances Heralds of the Great Jörmungand break at the North Massif And becloud your dwarfish horizon... |
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7. | Rain upon the Impure | 14:34 | Show lyrics |
You who first cast the stone Are you adorned with wings? How could you silently suffer The sight of your dreams’ wreckage? Creature... Your harvest is poor Your soul bleeds Your eyes won’t ever see When the bread is broken Wounds are nailed into your palms You who first cast the stone Where is the splendour That once you wore so proudly? Creature... Your limbs are weak Your path is short Your breath is putrid When the wine is offered Disgust is drying up your throat You who are without sin Who was to block the left hand path When it became the last resort? Actress... Your speech is mute Your tunes are sad Your voice will die down awfully The day heaven laments your failure With noise of rain (lashing down) upon the impure. |
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01:19:54 |
Urfaust / The Ruins of Beverast
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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2007 | Ván Records | VÁN666 | 7" vinyl | |
December 27th, 2013 | Ván Records | VÁN666 | Cassette | Limited edition, Pro-tape |
Members | |
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The Ruins of Beverast | |
Alexander von Meilenwald | Everything |
Urfaust | |
VRDRBR | Drums |
IX | Guitars, Vocals |
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1. | Urfaust - Vom Geist der Schwere | 04:40 | Show lyrics |
Original (Dutch) lyrics by Gwydion Sagelinge The Thorn of Abundance drowns me in the nectar of the ultimate evil, In which the human dies and the demon awakens. Between demolished graves and burned crosses at gods field, As of where the Evil Eye tells the future. No salvation visible, The holy water undrinkable to those with a soul, That has not been woven in a web of hell. The Dark One approaches me with the Chalice of Oblivion, Of which I drink and makes me invincible. If I leave the mercy of mankind to the Devilish Word, Lee will die at the end of the rainbow. No treasure for you as promised, Just a deep wound in the cosmos. When the magic dies with you, And those that lick the ass of god, Hope their enemy does not inherit this power. |
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2. | The Ruins of Beverast - The Moselle Enigma... Is a Tale About All That Frightens Man | 06:34 | Show lyrics |
When descending to the medieval vilage He was like the moon That casts on the alleys a sinister gloom A floating appearance - the redeemer is limping Through magnificent aura bad faith is sinking So’ let the fane be raised within one Saturnine night! Blasphemy! The blessed cremation of the heading believer Lets reek ascend above moonlit roofs and alleys And so benumbing is the stroke of the village knell Call forth his wrath! Perpetual fear Of the ruined arches Of the giant knell Of Him. Ite, missa, est. |
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11:14 |
Gott in uns
Members | |
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Deathgate Arkanum | |
Lestahn | Vocals, Guitars, Synthesizer, Programming |
The Ruins of Beverast | |
Alexander von Meilenwald | Everything |
Nihil Nocturne | |
Vigridr | Guitars, Bass |
Nordvinth | Vocals, Drums, Keyboards |
Anti | |
Anti | All instruments |
A. Krieg | Vocals, Lyrics |
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1. | The Ruins of Beverast - Desert Lair | 12:10 | Show lyrics |
Surreal colour plays draw the horizon So parched and silent One step beyond the borders drained them of life Requiems for burnt sheep - Deadened, yet sustaining - Float in a searing vacuum Why could we not mourn...? Why kept we silent...? Devout in the hour after death When sorrow left for eternal salvation There was no hope to survive the drought In the shimmering feast of mankind’s boiling bowels Why could we not mourn...? All souls from the sand to the clouds From our lair to the mountains Kept vigil in mankind’s darkest hour Why kept we silent When all human dreams drowned in the desert sands...? |
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2. | Deathgate Arkanum - La-Bas | 09:14 | |
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3. | Nihil Nocturne - Lithium Crown Part I | 02:38 | |
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4. | Nihil Nocturne - Lithium Crown Part II | 07:00 | Show lyrics |
I can not hear the sound of my voice Even from the deepest inside of myself Only strange noises resound in me While I am unable to speak or listen This diffuse veil in front of me - A curtain of glass I will never stride again No step towards it, no more pain While my empty body dies Lost between the worlds of life Condemned to wander in silence No words can heal the wounds Which are open for too long I used to hate for years I can feel the touch of their claws As they try to draw me back again But nothing ever can make me Return again to the suffering outside Visions of another life Are haunting me on my way Through the dusts of nowhere Laconic views into the void... The path of oblivion led me Straight to the gates of infinity I strode them, knowing that There will be no return to life I used to hate for years |
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5. | Anti - Beatam Mortem Expectans | 12:53 | Show lyrics |
No temple A dungeon Begotten from pure flesh Created to suffer A senseless existence A yearning For the choking embrace of the rope A yearning For the final hot kiss of the muzzle A yearning For the cutting caress of the blade A yearning For pain and all transitory Begotten to perish The same flesh, the same blood But all is corrode Will the yearning become greed? Hidden, behind my own flesh Invisible. An absolute darkness My yearning will be my gift to you A gift of pain Lay down in shit Pray for all the things... ...for all with I’m finished Beatam mortem exspectans... |
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43:55 |
Foulest Semen of a Sheltered Elite
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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September 11th, 2009 | Ván Records | Ván 30 | CD | |
September 11th, 2009 | Ván Records | Ván 30 | 2 12" vinyls | |
September 11th, 2009 | Ván Records | Ván 30 | 2 12" vinyls + CD | Lavish edition |
September 11th, 2009 | Ván Records | Ván 30b | CD | Reissue, A5 digipak |
2013 | Ván Records | VAN30 | 2 12" vinyls | Reissue |
2013 | Ván Records | VÁN30 | CD | Reissue, Digipak |
Unknown | Ván Records | Digital | Bandcamp |
Members | |
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Alexander von Meilenwald | Everything |
Tracks | |||
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1. | I Raised This Stone as a Ghastly Memorial | 10:31 | Show lyrics |
I ceremonially predicted your distress I raised this stone as a ghastly memorial It has not been visited by the sun Not been carved with an iron knife Let no man lay it bare While the waning moon wanders Let not misled men remove it. |
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2. | ᚨᛚᚢ | 00:51 | Show lyrics |
Per lapidis hoc signum Fugiat procul omne malignum. |
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3. | God’s Ensanguined Bestiaries | 08:33 | Show lyrics |
Immemorial parchment skin... what horror fills your scrolls! All exegeses of the foulest words failed to proclaim what your lines unfold In darkest chambers of celestial dust All despondency found a written word Out of silent elysian libraries Emerged God’s ensanguined bestiaries... Pictured occidental beasts, aeons of filthiest glory, liquefied in sacred ink Those impure fables seem to ruefully conceal a primordial holy instinct Ancestors ruined descendants In Amok against all wisdom and salvation Eschatological testimonies Composed God’s ensanguined bestiaries... Furthermore is there a beast named man Thereof tells God Whose peculiarities are threefold Covering the tracks of his atrocities Storming onwards with his eyes closed Raised and extinguished As the fifth shame (from last)! It was not spoken well of man... Soiled, unregarded tapestries Faded, salvational calligraphies Out of elysian libraries God’s ensanguined bestiaries. |
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4. | Mount Sinai Moloch | 12:27 | Show lyrics |
If thou... still creeping Beheld us... still dreading Thy sinister heights Thou’d stand as a mere rock for us indeed, A moloch for worms A colossal artefact Guardian and denouncer of the weak Yet... In pristine and eerie beauty thoud dwell Trumpets... resounding with cacophony And smoke... effusing venom Now ascending Mount Sinai Whose bounds are trampled down Since heaped up with the sands of time Outlived as a moloch for worms Outlived as a colossal artefact Monument and monolith of oblivion Here... In profane and moribund solitude thou shall vegetate Imperishably. |
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5. | Transcending Saturnine Iericho Skies | 00:46 | Show lyrics |
(Instrumental) And it shall come to pass, That when they make a long blast with the ram’s horn, And when ye hear the sound of the trumpet, All the people shall shout with a great shout; And the wall of the city shall fall down flat, And the people shall ascend up every man straight before him. |
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6. | Kain’s Countenance Fell | 08:37 | Show lyrics |
None of my words is adorned with devoutness And I do not endeavour to rule over sin She lurks... and blemishes me with unbearable disgrace Tearfully attempt though to debar me from rising up against thee For you bear a void grandeur before a void idol Vox sanguinis fratris tui clamat ad me de terra! Abel... what is this blood on my hands? ...where have I been? My punishment is greater than I can bear. Vox sanguinis fratris tui clamat ad me de terra! |
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7. | The Restless Mills | 12:09 | Show lyrics |
Earth’s hell was a pit of fuming furnaces Firing cauldrons of blood Moving monstrous wheels Where the air was stale from foul belief In a shadow, so faint - yet salaciously desired ... to be that of god... to reach into these naked depths And shaped in soot... a silhouette Of outstretched arms and torso At a giant cross... A desperate view onto the restless mills That grind... grind... grind... Jahwe, you were the breeder of a pest cocoon And whatever your gift was - Dreadful were the mills that crushed it. |
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8. | Theriak - Baal - Theriak | 01:22 | Show lyrics |
(Instrumental) And then he fell, and darkness crept across his eyes, And atrocious arch pounced into his mouth, and all through ran the brazen lance, Deep inside beyond the brain, splitting the white bones. Expelled were the teeth, both eyes filled with blood, Spouted wide out of mouth and nostrils, and death’s black fume surrounded him. As if rabid wolves lunge at lambs and goats, and wrest them away from the flock, That is scattered in the mountains due to the shepherds ignorance; Those, beholding these, immediatly mob them and lacerate them, these timorous beings... Thus lunged Theriak at Baal. |
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9. | Blood Vaults (II - Our Despots Cleanse the Levant) | 09:19 | Show lyrics |
Our bluster and catapults shatter the holy Holy Lands Blessed with a warm psalm of apostolic propaganda That captures our hearts Between insurmountable city walls and sanctified sodomy Outremer... Four flags are flown withouth a triumph! As we forfeited our North to some cryptic enemies Reinterpret now the sermon to attack dispensable allies Let o thy imperial command be a battle cry to the occident Suspicious we are, yet so spiritually armed O dreadful bereavement! This carnage in your honour, and against an impure Palestine... Under siege... Bless your blood, Franconian cannibals! Catholic conqueroar ascends in Latin harbours Old manoeuvres now misled and undermined An eye for an eye Feast upon heretical gore and orthodox cannon fodder Crusaders... Raise the Golden Horn to the conflagration ahead! O majestic ironhand of doom Have you received our immolation? Let our deeds bequeath a martial dogma to our descendants: Our despots cleanse(d) the Levant! |
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10. | Arcane Pharmakon Messiah | 15:14 | Show lyrics |
The giant excrement accumulation still awaits mine My fetid, pestilent, venomous faces Prepared to devour all, but not yet willing Not sufficiently mortal I should rapidly unmask what breeds this gleam within me A lure for the beast ...to creep ahead ...to bleed, to howl ...to exult ...to mutilate the mind This is a futile, miniature moment... again And an atrocious castigation that befalls me For a peek out of the crypt I decipt the realm as kingless Where all semen is foul, omnivorous, suicidal I demand a Messiah! Pathetically faint burns this flame of awarness When the grand, imminent bereavement Leaves me suddenly bereft ...bereft of a dominion ...bereft of air and voice ...bereft of my piss ...bereft. |
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01:19:49 |
Enchanted by Gravemould I
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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September 19th, 2011 | Ván Records | VÁN059 | CD | Digisleeve |
September 19th, 2011 | Ván Records | VÁN059 | 12" vinyl | Limited edition, 3 colors vinyl |
November 9th, 2014 | Ván Records | Digital | Bandcamp |
Members | |
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Alexander von Meilenwald | Everything |
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1. | The Desert Lair | 12:10 | Show lyrics |
Surreal colour plans draw the horizon So parched and silent One step beyond the borders drained them of life Requiems for burnt sheep Deadened, yet sustaining Float in a searing vacuum Why could we not mourn? Why kept we silent? Devout in the hour after death When sorrow left for eternal salvation There was no hope to survive the drought In the shimmering feast of mankind’s boiling bowels Why could we not mourn? All souls from the sand to the clouds, From our lair to the mountains Kept vigil in mankind’s darkest hour Why kept we silent When all human dreams drowned in the desert sands? |
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2. | The Moselle Enigma | 06:31 | Show lyrics |
When descending to the medieval vilage He was like the moon That casts on the alleys a sinister gloom A floating appearance - the redeemer is limping Through magnificent aura bad faith is sinking So’ let the fane be raised within one Saturnine night! Blasphemy! The blessed cremation of the heading believer Lets reek ascend above moonlit roofs and alleys And so benumbing is the stroke of the village knell Call forth his wrath! Perpetual fear Of the ruined arches Of the giant knell Of Him. Ite, missa, est. |
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3. | Hours of the Aequinox | 08:00 | Show lyrics |
...Into heat ascending... I collide with facades of stained white: A garden of arctic flora... lucid and surreal A newborn canvas... what work of the sun! As kissed to to life, soon horribly afflicted And me... alive, yet scarred and disgusted ...Into numbness descending... I freeze between shadows of purest gray: A graveyard of ancient megaliths... dimly and surreal A yellowed canvas... what atrocity of the dark! As deprived of life, now spiritually admired And me... anxious and scared, yet somehow alive. |
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4. | Enigma of the Absolute (Dead Can Dance cover) | 05:19 | Show lyrics |
Saloman hung down her head, laid bare her heart For the world to see, she craved for intimacy Through darkened doors her aspect veiled with indecision Gazed out to sea, she craved lucidity Cast adrift from past relationships in her life Hoisted up the ideal, this was her saving grace Sea’s of rage that once assailed her concern for the truth Had passed her by and left her high and dry In her saviour’s arms... (x4) Across the sea lies the fountain of renewal Where you will see the whole cause of your lonliness Can be measured in dreams that transcend all these lies And I wish and I pray that there may come a day For a saviour’s arms... (x4) |
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5. | To Have and to Hold (Depeche Mode cover) | 04:28 | Show lyrics |
I need to be cleansed It’s time to make amends For all of the fun The damage is done And I feel diseased I’m down on my knees And I need forgiveness Someone to bear witness To the goodness within Beneath the sin Although I may flirt With all kinds of dirt To the point of disease Now I want release From all this decay Take it away And somewhere There’s someone who cares With a heart of gold To have and to hold |
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6. | Symphonaire Infernus et Spera Empyrium (My Dying Bride cover) | 16:21 | Show lyrics |
The destroying genius of idols Will shroud the world with utter lies Dance the cobbles, his abode named Dis Portraits have spoken their masters distress Icons with kisses, tell me who have seen this Failing Enochian tapestries Depict the prince of fallen virtues In almost poetic rhapsody Masterbate to the sound of the knell The Patchetic stench of dying children Perhaps our fall is certain Limbs entwined in absolute contoursion Please put off your veil Your heart is blameless And I shudder for knowing it A hot May makes a fat churchyard And Lychfowel breed in chaotic frenzy Her cry was the saddest of all earth’s sounds Trauma bites hard the hearts of Kin Swept away by a moments sadness They say rage is a brief madness By way of the beloved’s farewell Give back to nature what we first did take And monuments would slowly fill The agendas’ of Kings and Queens In silence our faces bleed The holy voice torn away by the gale Make yourself all honey and the flies will devour you Love is a game where both players cheat Gone is the tale of Hero and Leander Women are angels yet wedlock’s the devil To have and to hold but death no longer parts Harlots and sluts, whores of our world Expose their stinking vaginas’ Many who have no will of their own Hold their souls towards the sinister bloom Are you rich oh lord of vanity As you peddle your wears of cruelty Dressed up so you look the part So blind, it’s ignorance you wear Quite brutal beyond belief Sores that weep their septic tears Dragged out through war torn lifetimes And death shall feast on us all The mills of God grind slowly The adorable light of that which is most divine The fascination of her shape With mansions of awe and splendour Elegant in simplicity So at last your faith rewards you Through fields enriched with pastel shade And fragrant lavenders soft to smell You laugh and drink wine of no great age Nature does scent the farthest shores Face to face your angelic host All hopes in you imperishably kept Is God your wish and all your dreams If your body is frail then yes by all means Make yourself all honey and the flies will devour you |
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52:49 |
Blood Vaults - The Blazing Gospel of Heinrich Kramer
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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September 6th, 2013 | Ván Records | VÁN90 | CD | Digisleeve |
September 6th, 2013 | Ván Records | VÁN90 | 2 12" vinyls | Blue vinyl, Gatefold sleeve |
September 6th, 2013 | Ván Records | VÁN90 | 2 12" vinyls + CD | Lavish edition, Gatefold sleeve |
2013 | Ván Records | VÁN090 | CD | Reissue, Digipak |
November 1st, 2013 | Ván Records | Digital | Bandcamp |
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Band members | |
Alexander von Meilenwald | Everything |
Guest/Session | |
Pola Lörz | Vocals (female) (track 8) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Gnarl | Engineering, Mixing |
Thomas Hein | Layout |
Jana Junker | Photography |
Axel Hermann | Artwork |
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1. | Apologia | 02:23 | Show lyrics |
Among the calamities of a rapidly declining age, Of which – O grieving heart! – our aching souls are cursed to read and bear witness, It is primarily the vetus oriens, Which, unleashed through the irrevocable perdition of his downfall, Surceaseth not to befoul the Church, Whose early proliferation was blessed by the blood baptism of the novus oriens, The Human Christ, With manifold contagions of heresy. And yet, his attempts occur in times, as Earth’s last eve befalls, And the deeds of man turn towards the sinister, And his mind fills with wrath, for the end of all times draws near. And thus, he planted a novel depravation within the acre of God, Marked by the shape of the female, who serves as its gateway: Heresy of the maleficae, so I speak. |
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2. | Daemon | 08:57 | Show lyrics |
An asserere maleficas esse ita censetur catholicum, quod eius oppositum pertinaciter defendere omnino sit hereticum. As Inquisitor master...! I’ll have his work surmount God’s creation Consecrating heresy, hallucinating Daemons And as your bodies tremble, sordid celestial bodies Extol these lines and apprehend: Clandestine is the art of the Daemon... And when he doth transgress, he doth with fervency And as he doth transgress, will ye unmask his messengers...? Hast thou received him so bewitched as a Daemoness? Upon earth there is not his like, who is made without fear Who is as mover superior over the passive Who taketh the virile shape of the loins of the appetent Warm semen is passed on, from Incubus to Succubus To leave a secret blemish on human body and soul... An catholicum sit asserere, quod actus incuborum et succuborum demonum tantum modo infimis spiritibus conueniat. And when thou dost transgress, thou dost through His persuasion And as thou dost transgress, thou dost surrender to depravity. As Inquisitor master...! I challenge all holy volition Corroding souls by the moon, stirring cerebral lifeblood And as your bodies tremble, sordid celestial bodies Extol these lines and apprehend: The stellar call is but a hex of the Daemon... |
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3. | Malefica | 10:24 | Show lyrics |
Non est caput nequius super caput colubri Et non est ira super iram mulieris Commorari leoni et draconi placebit Quam habitare cum muliere nequam. Beware the unsavoury grief of the serpent Eschew her feeble heart, her juices, her tongue Thou wouldst follow a siren’s voice through a sea of caustic Absinthe And with malicious lust inflamed, thou shalt fail, and writhe in hate Mala ergo mulier ex natura – The female is bitterer than death! An generatiuam potentiam seu actum venereum impedire et maleficiare possunt. Veritas scilicet est: May thy virility lie with the taintless vaginae of the innocent May thy limbs escape the illusion of false potency May thy spawn evolve, and may it be virginally thine May thine instincts obey to human stimuli And withstand thyself, Malefica! Malefica, animal imperfectum! The female is bitterer than death! |
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4. | Ornaments on Malice | 08:15 | Show lyrics |
Nec volunt quod deus talia fieri permittat. Read, fatuous lambs... Your wretched evils are punished far beyond disease and death It is them who let the Daemon operate, despite miserable angelic restraint It is them who feed the glory of our lord, and so artfully afflict him And o your animal acts... Patior peccatum originale originatum! Warm semen is passed on, and the guilt, the shame, o the shame! Quanto crebrius quis diabolo se subiecit tanto intollerabiliorem sibi facit ut ei reluctari non possit. Sed cum mali crebrius se subieciant diabolo eis sit tentatio magis intollerabilis et frequentior cum non habeant scutum fidei formate quo se tueantur. Read, fatuous lambs, the five signs of the divine: Precept, Prohibition, Advice, Operation, Permission In times of the witch your devotional faith may be a fatal denial Nothing is done unless Almighty God wishes it to be done, Either by permitting it or by himself doing it. |
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5. | Spires, the Wailing City | 13:16 | Show lyrics |
Now it happened in the city of Spires, in the same year that this book was begun, that a certain devout woman held conversation with a suspected witch, and, after the manner of women, they used abusive words to each other. But in the night she wished to put her little suckling child in its cradle, and remembered her encounter that day with the suspected witch. So, fearing some danger to the child, she placed consecrated herbs under it, sprinkled it with holy water, put a little blessed salt to its lips, signed it with the sign of the cross, and diligently secured the cradle. About the middle of the night she heard the child scream... Is it a goatish gorge I smell there on thy pale maiden flesh? Art thou willing to deny the Anomalous Woman – the Deamon lendeth a hand Hast thou murdered unchristened children, and anointed their limbs? Hast thou received burning semen inside the womb O young gentle witch of mine...? He seemeth not disposed to lose his potency And deformed hands ruin her progeny His sinful phallus treacherously disenchanted Ecce veritatem dico sciens quod dum auditores sint verbi et non factores amplius deus offendit et lucrum meum augmentatur. And it came to pass at a night in Rome That I dined with a Bohemian Priest. Who so woebegone moaned about a nameless tree, a female and a Daemon Who so afflicted screamed when tied to the columns of our saviour Who so calumnious mocked our virgin in obsessive abuse of his limbs Perennially suffering... howling... crushing his teeth into the marble „Here he stood, here he stood!“ |
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6. | A Failed Exorcism | 15:33 | Show lyrics |
Ye are incurably diseased Even if the Daemon is summoned That cure would not be a human one Bear your agony, bear him. Nefariousness, intimidation, shamefacedness And sweetest tears to shrive the last of all bedevilments Of the spirit rather than the flesh Paenitentiam agite! Repent and shed purest tears With the intoxication vanished or vainly awaited Now it has been learned from witches that they cause this spell of hatred by means of serpents; For the serpent was the first tool of the devil, And by reason of its curse inherits a hatred of women. Threefoldly deceived ye are: Ungulate youngling, stared at Ungulate youngling, relieved by the Daemon Ungulate youngling, kneeling on hindlimbs Paenitentiam agite! Repent and attend the Communion of the Supper With the intoxication vanished, mutilated and exorcised We’re blessing and regarding the Seven: Show not the path to him Summon not arcane names Forfeit not thy words Abuse not signs and symbols Preach not beyond sacred words Preach the power of sacred words Disguise not as God! I dispossess... Paenitentiam agite! Error erat ut venientes de nocte demonibus aut ut vetule dicunt ’die Seligen’, sed sunt malefice vel demones in earum effigies, debent omnia absumere ut post abundantius tribuant. Colorant quidam et dicunt ’schrettil’ sunt, contra determinationem doctorum quod praeter homines et angelos non sunt alie creature rationales. Unde non sunt nisi demones. At night, when the Daemons came... |
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7. | Trial | 03:44 | Show lyrics |
Read, fatuous lambs, the proclamation on the churchgate: Cum nos totis nostris affectibus inhiantes ac ex omnibus nostris praecordiis affectantes, populum christianum nobis commissum in unitate et serenitate catholice fidei confoveri ac ab omni peste pravitatis haeretice visceraliter elongari, idcirco nos, ad gloriam et honorem recolendi nominis iesu christi et ad exaltationem sancte fidei ortodoxe atque ad depressionem haeretice pravitatis praecipue in maleficis, in virtue of holy obedience and under pain of excommunication we direct, command, require and admonish that within the space of twelve days, the first four of which shall stand for the first warning, the second for the second, and the third for the third warning; And we give this treble canonical warning that they should reveal it unto us if anyone know, see or have heard that any person is denounced to be a heretic or a witch, or if any is suspected especially for such practices as causing harm to men, cattle or the fruits of the earth or to the loss of the State. But if any do not obey these commands and admonitions, let him know that he is impaled with the sword of excommunication. |
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8. | Ordeal | 03:47 | Show lyrics |
Immure, enchain and distress her For she summoneth a harmful silence I leave to the superior to judge if I am good, And I would break myself before my tormentor would. Avoid her touch, truncate her hair For she might conceal intimate charms My silence is not fragile, I shall not shed a tear Inflamed by my Daemon, no ordeal shall I fear. Indoctrinate me, young gentle witch of mine! Bring forth thunder and hailstorm! Mislead me into sexual chaos, and I’ll mislead thee. Inflamed by my Daemon, no ordeal shall I fear. |
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9. | Monument | 12:06 | Show lyrics |
For the glory of God... let none of them be blameless Beware of relieving them from the righteous wrath When she doth transgress, she doth beyond all inquisition ... vel reperitur solum diffamata de haeresi generaliter ... and we impose canonical lustration upon thee A humiliating oath of the morbid one Touch the Gospels... ... vel reperitur ultra infamiam questionibus et tormentis exponenda aliqualiter ... and we celebrate torturous interrogation upon thee Blood from the mouth and the Bishop’s erection Dare not to persist in heresy... ... vel reperitur suspecta de haeresi violenter ... and being repentant, thou keepest the burden of blasphemy Which enrobeth thee in blue, and crosses thou wearest At the church, in the dungeons... ... vel reperitur confessa haeresim et impenitens atque relapsa certitudinaliter ... and the charity, oh!... we lavished upon thee! A triumph of beloved damnation, oh atrocious damnation! Thou art now profane in death! ... vel reperitur non confessa sed convicta de haeresi ... and impenitence igniteth the darkest of all pride upon thee As thine innocence is godless, and the lord is our judge... Thou art now profane in death! Sit laus deo. Exterminium haeresis. Pax vivis. Requies aeterna defunctis. |
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01:18:25 |
Takitum Tootem!
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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December 19th, 2016 | Ván Records | VÁN198 | 12" vinyl | |
December 13th, 2016 | Ván Records | Digital | Bandcamp |
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Alexander von Meilenwald | Everything |
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1. | Takitum Tootem! (Wardance) | 08:50 | |
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2. | Set the Controls for the Heart of the Sun (Pink Floyd cover) | 11:50 | Show lyrics |
Little by little the night turns around Counting the leaves which tremble at dawn Lotus’s lean on each other in yearning Over the hills a swallow is resting Set the controls for the heart of the sun Over the mountain watching the watcher Breaking the darkness, waking the grapevine Knowledge of love is knowledge of shadow Love is the shadow that ripens the wine Set the controls for the heart of the sun The heart of the sun, the heart of the sun Witness the man who waves at the wall Making the shape of his question to Heaven Whether the sun will fall in the evening Will he remember the lesson of giving? Set the controls for the heart of the sun The heart of the sun, the heart of the sun |
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20:40 |
King Dude | Caronte | The Ruins of Beverast | (DOLCH)
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The Ruins of Beverast | |
Alexander von Meilenwald | Everything |
Caronte | |
Henry Bones | Bass |
Mike De Chirico | Drums |
Tony Bones | Guitars |
Dorian Bones | Vocals |
(Dolch) | |
A | Bass |
Arne | Guitars, Vocals, Programming |
Pierre | Piano |
Guest/Session | |
Chelsea Wolfe | Vocals (backing) (track 1) |
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1. | King Dude - White Light/White Heat (The Velvet Underground cover) | Show lyrics | |
White light, White light goin’ messin’ up my mind White light, and don’t you know its gonna make me go blind White heat, aww white heat it tickle me down to my toes White light, Ooo have mercy white light have it goodness knows White light, White light goin’ messin’ up my brain White light, Aww white light its gonna drive me insane White heat, Aww white heat it tickle me down to my toes White light, Aww white light I said now goodness knows, do it Hmm hmm, White light Aww I surely do love to watch that stuff tip itself in Hmm hmm, White light Watch that side, watch that side don’t you know it gonna be dead in the drive Hmm hmm, White heat Hey foxy mama watchin’ her walk down the street Hmm hmm, White light Come up side your head gonna make a deadend on your street White light, White light moved in me through my brain White light, White light goin’ makin’ you go insane White heat, Aww white heat it tickle me down to my toes White light, Aww white light I said now goodness knows White light, Aww white light it lighten up my eyes White light, don’t you know it fills me up with suprise White light, Aww white heat tickle me down to my toes White light, Aww white light I tell you now goodness knows, now work it Hmm hmm, White light Aww she surely do moves me Hmm hmm, White light Watch that speed freak, watch that speed freak everybody gonna go and make it every week Hmm hmm, White heat Aww sputter mutter everybody gonna go kill their mother Hmm hmm, White light Here she comes, here she comes, everybody get ’n gone make me run to her |
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2. | King Dude - I Wanna Die at 69 | Show lyrics | |
I wanna put myself between both of your legs And have you kiss my lips to taste what I taste You can tell the world, baby, that I am just a face One thing I’ve learned in this life child You’ve gotta give before you take I’m gonna take you there wherever there is You’ll ride and die with me into the eclipse We’ll sleep like two demon dogs, c’mon, gimme that kiss If you wanna see where heaven is You’re gonna learn to look deep into the abyss I don’t wanna live forever, baby I’m not scared to die Write my name in their blood on the wall like it’s 1969 I don’t wanna live forever, baby I’m not scared to die Start to live like they did in the end back in 1969 Oh I wanna die at 69 Oh I wanna die Oh I wanna die at 69 Oh I wanna die I wanna see the sun rise in the west And watch it go down as I watch her undress She ain’t no fool, she knows the world’s in a mess It don’t make no difference to her now ’cause she knows She can’t hold what she don’t possess I like the look of her in the light of my lord She’s wrapped up tighter than a telephone cord I hold the crown, she holds the sword Heaven never looks this good as she did in The gown she wore the last day on the hospital ward I don’t wanna live forever, baby I’m not scared to die Write my name in their blood on the wall like it’s 1969 I don’t wanna live forever, baby I’m not scared to die Start to live like they did in the end back in 1969 Oh I wanna die at 69 Oh I wanna die Oh I wanna die at 69 Oh I wanna die And at the end of our days I will hold you in my arms Until all the syringes run dry and all of our dreams Lie in the hills with all our enemies dead There ain’t no little piggies left to kill Through all these hallways of all ways I always will run to you still |
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3. | King Dude - Jesus in the Courtyard | Show lyrics | |
He got the devil around his finger Jesus around his neck No one wants him in this world Or the fucking next Don’t you wanna know why? Oh, don’t you wanna know why? He’s gonna leave this world by anger By gun smoke or by rope Only ever loved a woman in his life A little lady named Miss Anne Thrope Don’t you wanna know why? Oh, don’t you wanna know why? Oh, don’t you wanna know why? Cuz’ Jesus in the courtyard telling lies Jesus in the courtyard telling lies Satan’s in the cornfield starting fires Jesus in the courtyard telling lies Oh Lord, Oh Lord He’s all dressed in black as midnight Your funeral’s his church Your misery’s his company Your sorrow is his hearse Don’t you wanna know why? Oh, don’t you wanna know why? Jesus will not save him A savior will not rise Satan kissed him on his cheek Said his last goodbye Don’t you wanna know why? Oh, don’t you wanna know why? Cuz’ Jesus in the courtyard telling lies Jesus in the courtyard telling lies Satan’s in the cornfield starting fires Jesus in the courtyard telling lies Oh Lord, Oh Lord |
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4. | Caronte - Black Gold | Show lyrics | |
A Black Gold You Know? The power of my love A Black Gold you want? Oh I try for more Those nights with Horns Come from the power of Saturn And those nights of love Oh you need black gold Oh... Saturn is dead Oh... waiting the bleed I saw your freedom lost on your fallen mind I saw the eagle of my spirit die Satan Satan Satan fall in my arms Your eyes in me when I ride your wind Black spirit come inside my veins Gold Raven grow behind my back The ride of obscure drone Wait my throne on my dope road The knowledge, the powers The gold light My light on your desire Oh... gold eagle, oh... blood legion I saw your nectar, radiate my spirit to Bring my lights for, ethereal prayer Satan Satan Satan fall in my arms Your eyes in me when I ride your wind Black spirit come inside my veins Gold raven grow behind my back Dope guard, black temple Obscure west, gold incense Those gold nights our minds The eagles Those powers remain Shadow, ghost of my love Bring my soul I fall like you |
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5. | Caronte - Wakan Tanka Riders | Show lyrics | |
72 dragons by my side They’re riding through the stars I feel the energy of the spirits They guide my will and my lyrics 72 dragons roll around becoming the sun A golden eagle takes off Leading all the way til Dawn Thot! Hermes! Lucifer! Wakan Tanta Riders Thot! Hermes! Lucifer! Wakan Tanta Riders 9 heads before me 9 ways from Hydra I’m ripping up the sly defining the horizon Reaching a brand new find of orgasm Thot! Hermes! Lucifer! Wakan Tanka Riders Thot! Hermes! Lucifer! Wakan Tanka Riders The earth, the night, the sun, your eyes I know the law, breath of the divine Do what you will Arouse the unknown And find the key The other eye opens in the mist of my knowledge Scarlet tongues Silver yoni the true colours of my yearning Baphomet licks the back of the Sphinx And it gives me a reason to ink The coyote laughs in my dream In its opium crown full of steam My control my awareness My wisdom wilderness I - don’t know where I’m going But my path will be glowing I know these herbs These ’shrooms I know these woods these moons My spirit is inside your love and you keep asking me for more I know the Vedas comets above I know the books of the dead and the law I live the faith There’s no mistake I’m not afraid When I’m riding the snake 72 men dressed in leather Wrapped in silver and black feathers With broken chains in the mud Dripping in 72 women’s blood 72 roses of leather Free from constrictions, they’re Rebels wrapped in sapphire, ruby and gold With white feathers soaked in men’s blood Thot! Hermes! Lucifer! Wakan Tanka Riders Thot! Hermes! Lucifer! The earth, the night, the sun, your eyes I know the law, breath of the divine Do what you will Arouse the unknown And find the key Do what you will Arouse the unknown And find the key |
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6. | Caronte - Abraxas | 07:12 | Show lyrics |
Naked water reflection One foot in the lake One foot on the ground Eight stars above your head Cancer is in the moon Waiting for the southern sun Isis Three dots above And we’re all Sirius’ spawn and we all have Sothis’ light Suns in the night shining with your light Sun’s progeny praying to the fire Cancer is in the moon Waiting for the southern sun Isis Three dots above And we’re all Sirius’ spawn and we all have Sothis’ light We’re all waiting for the snake to come Take us before thee in oath An eleven branched tree My path Hugging you my brother Blood of my blood IAO is the law The divine law before reason IAO is life the way back home 4 directions to call upon you 1 night to evoke you 8 Abrahadabra Illuminate my brothers 4 torches to close the circle 1 priestess takes my love 8 Abrahadabra Born from the same fathers And we’re all Sirius’ spawn and we all have Sothis’ light We’re all waiting for the snake to come Take us before thee in oath |
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7. | The Ruins of Beverast - Between Bronze Walls (live) | 08:40 | Show lyrics |
As poisoning light Ignores my futile desire for sleep I find myself surrounded by mirrors Blinding me With this abhorrent colour With my abhorrent flesh With their abhorrent grin This must be the most raging maelstrom The deepest climax My saviour, my mere witness indeed I perceive your presence Yet, you cannot approach ... This hell is mine I shall die between bronze walls. |
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8. | The Ruins of Beverast - Maere | 11:22 | Show lyrics |
Draws the dusk through the eyes of an insect Salivates for the whore Echidna Thirsty glance up the sunlit towers Leaves it doomed and broken in the end She is no deity, no saviouress Not in her monumental splendour Not in her ashen malice And as the Maere on a stillbirth’s tomb Once again, her virgin dress is draped with shreds of flesh Mildewed prison, candlelit barely The whore Echidna, suckling A salacious glare in its eyes Sore limbs, sore teats, savage tongue... She is no deity, no saviouress Not in her monumental splendour Not in her ashen malice And as the Maere on a stillbirth’s tomb Once again, her virgin dress is draped with shreds of flesh Regurgitate with greed She won’t let it starve.. Six legs lead it astray...in circles...astray...in circles...astray...astray...astray...astray... Has it now passed the years that could have left it blind...? |
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9. | (Dolch) - 100000 Days (Edit) | Show lyrics | |
Everyday I fall into A heavy weighing blanket Woven out of night In a glimpse between day and dawn Can I rise it up? Catch a breath? Everyday I am drowning In the desert Underneath a blinding sun Trying to get the sand Off my throat My teeth from grinding Towards a healing cold Everyday repeats into A stain of blindness I loose my point of view I need to close my eyes and hope Focus on the light Still the darkness looms Everyday I move forward A 100 000 days Everyday I am falling A 100 000 ways Eceryday I am drowning A 100 000 ways |
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10. | (Dolch) - La Conchon Sans Tete | instrumental | |
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11. | (Dolch) - Licht (live) | Show lyrics | |
Mensch erschaff dir die Nacht, sie verspricht dir Ruh’. Endlich Schatten gebracht, die Augen du schlägst zu. Schließlich Stille. Alles finster. Mensch Erschaff dir die Nacht, sie verspricht dir Ruh’. In dir steigt empor, des Ursprungs altes Lied. Untergang geweiht, verlöschet nun ihr Licht. Neuer Aufgang. Gleißend Nächte. In dir steigt empor, des Ursprungs altes Lied. Ewig Licht, ewig Licht, ewig Licht, ewig Licht Mensch sieh die weiße Nacht, sie gibt dir die Ruh’. Du bist wieder erwacht, der Schatten der bis du. Schaff die Zyklen. Spür’ das Leben. Mensch sieh die weiße Nacht, der Schatten der bist du. Ewig Licht, ewig Licht, ewig Licht, ewig Licht |
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27:14 |
Exuvia
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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May 5th, 2017 | Ván Records | VÁN212 | CD | Digipak |
May 5th, 2017 | Ván Records | VÁN212 | 2 12" vinyls | |
May 5th, 2017 | Ván Records | Digital | Bandcamp | |
May 5th, 2017 | Ván Records | VÁN212 | 2 12" vinyls | 2 12" vinyls + CD, Lavish edition |
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Alexander von Meilenwald | Everything |
Guest/Session | |
Michael Zech | Keyboards |
Paris Sadonis | Keyboards |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Michael Zech | Producer, Engineering, Mixing |
V. Santura | Mastering |
Julia Schneider | Cover art, Layout, Artwork |
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1. | Exuvia | 15:27 | Show lyrics |
The forests of earth should not frighten me But o Mother Gaea, what is this light? Mother Gaea, all those visions - my blood boils! Through feculent warmth I creep on ancient soil Recollection so vivid Let me chant in intoxication... I shall rest here forevermore. Gaia speaks: "...and what if I told you That we’ve been on a glade here And the grim trees ahead Are none of my creatures And those golden rays are not thrown from a sun And your necrotic scales merely struggle through lava ...would your eyes turn cloudy?" |
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2. | Surtur Barbaar Maritime | 08:51 | Show lyrics |
At night, the storms gripped our fleet Arctic monuments burst asunder Never surrender the choir of Gods With beasts on our side we enter land Do not ever dare to roam the sacred grove unchained Now, as your path is lost, Crawl... Hordes o hordes...destroy the temples of the North We shall set sails ahead! We are now presentees on the ship of the fertile Vanr Offered a fest of slaughtered goats Bare the precious marrow, bawl with strength Midgard is ours, ad arma! Surrender your limbs to the wrath of Midgard’s defenders Now, as your motion flags, Crawl... Hordes o hordes...as bones of the beasts of burden crack We shall set sails ahead! Barren shores loom, wretches bark at a devoured moon Now, as the wolf’s unleashed, Crawl! |
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3. | Mære (On a Stillbirth’s Tomb) | 11:22 | Show lyrics |
Draws the dusk through the eyes of an insect Salivates for the whore Echidna Thirsty glance up the sunlit towers Leaves it doomed and broken in the end She is no deity, no saviouress Not in her monumental splendour Not in her ashen malice And as the Maere on a stillbirth’s tomb Once again, her virgin dress is draped with shreds of flesh Mildewed prison, candlelit barely The whore Echidna, suckling A salacious glare in its eyes Sore limbs, sore teats, savage tongue... She is no deity, no saviouress Not in her monumental splendour Not in her ashen malice And as the Maere on a stillbirth’s tomb Once again, her virgin dress is draped with shreds of flesh Regurgitate with greed She won’t let it starve.. Six legs lead it astray...in circles...astray...in circles...astray...astray...astray...astray... Has it now passed the years that could have left it blind...? |
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4. | The Pythia’s Pale Wolves | 14:34 | Show lyrics |
Our proud Arkadia celebrates tonight All circles ablaze with torchlight Our masked, splendorous patron Shall stare into the lidless eyes of our cattle Betimes... Zeus...burn my mind! Sing, Priestess, sing! Your eyes, your chant, your ecstasy! Pythia, sing to me! Zeus...punish me! Dance, Priestess, dance! Your herbs, your breath, all agony! O Pythia, pour it all over me... |
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5. | Towards Malakia | 09:39 | Show lyrics |
This map’s dead point Grows in the eye of abhorrence Old and yellow vellum Will you guide me? Rise as an avenger Cast your grey and brown Aspirate your bewitching tone Flood your moats with acid Let me ennoble your brave disciples On waves like flames Await my coming Ablaze yet silent Malakia. |
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6. | Takitum Tootem! (Trance) | 07:45 | Show lyrics |
Thrones...as far as the eye can reach...thrones Rotting ungarnished, an unsavoury patina As if it was given a genuine voice In a strident elegy for the shame of Kings Bones...a landscape of bones Here, at the junction of old roads, old dust raised Welcome our Kings in their iron chariots Acclaim them in humility, and form a guard of honour Skeletons of the underbrush Beasts of the mountains Ghosts of the sea Bury your hearts in obedient silence! Pride devours pride King devours king Dynasties of miserable sleep - Finally haunted by animal eyes Finally fallen! Here, at the very end of all bacchanal frenzy Behold our Kings - naked, ashamed, abased Hubris! Hubris! Hubris! No nightmare left undreamt Hubris! Hubris! Hubris! |
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01:07:38 |
Don’t Walk on the Mass Graves
Album versions
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March 27th, 2020 | Ván Records | van307 | 10" vinyl | Limited edition |
March 27th, 2020 | Ván Records | van307 | CD | Limited edition, Digipak |
March 27th, 2020 | Ván Records | Digital |
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Mourning Beloveth | |
Timmy Johnson | Drums |
Frank Brennan | Guitars, Vocals (clean) |
Darren Moore | Vocals |
Brendan Roche | Bass |
Pauric Gallagher | Guitars |
The Ruins of Beverast | |
Alexander von Meilenwald | Everything |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Laurent Teubl | Mastering |
Glyn Smyth | Cover art |
Alejandro Tedín | Design |
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1. | Mourning Beloveth - I Saw a Dying Child in Your Arms | 09:38 | Show lyrics |
I saw a dying child in your arms Like a vapour exhaled by the earth doomed to arrive nowhere For in the darkness we must fall back on our own woven seed And you would think I would go meet those primal beasts For I had such things to attend, Strange witchcraft, with their drums and their dancing We could not understand because we did not remember The mind can do everything because of what is in it... All of the past and all of the future truth, Stripped of its cloak of time for the devil can bee too much a devil to be seen But most of us fall between fool and devil not able to see the heavenly earth So it’s a standing place where we must endure all the sights and sounds And the smell of rotting flesh No longing for the gallows between butcher and divine The empires of the future are the empires of the mind With no memories of coffins Or the graves today From envious uprisings The squalor of life With blood through the ages As the world goes on and on There will never be enough |
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2. | The Ruins of Beverast - Silhouettes of Death’s Grace | 09:58 | Show lyrics |
My vast forest eternally For my restful eyes watch from below Dead limbs reach out for me Spell of rigor mortis and codweb Strike up, my corpses, The hymn of unavenged chaos! Make the undergrowth tremble Which giant noise will wake me up To live and die within this nightmare...? Silhouettes of death’s grace |
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19:36 |
The Ruins of Beverast / Almyrkvi
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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May 29th, 2020 | Independent | Digital | ||
May 29th, 2020 | Ván Records | VAN308 | 12" vinyl | Limited edition |
May 29th, 2020
(titled "Almyrkvi / The Ruins of Beverast") |
Ván Records | VAN308 | CD | Digipak, handnumbered |
Members | |
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The Ruins of Beverast | |
Alexander von Meilenwald | Everything |
Almyrkvi | |
Bjarni Einarsson | Drums |
Garðar S. Jónsson | Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Keyboards |
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1. | Almyrkvi - Asomatous Grove | 10:32 | Show lyrics |
The night’s charriot disembarks headed for the atemporal forest Skies immured, and darkness falls Pestiferous moribund menaces disgorge hellish tongues of magma A cluster of growls Their vociferous howls Forebode the ephemeral Imprisoned within the asomatous Ethereal emerald stream Tainted by the igneous Scorching fires gleam Astral scythe is lowered Beating labyrinthine paths Hounded by the snarling feral beast Empyrean nonpareil impaired The tarnished cloak elails Caliginous craft charges |
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2. | Almyrkvi - Managarmr | 09:52 | Show lyrics |
Gushing from the pores of reality, Embraced in umbral shadows Thaumaturgic silver steeds, Drag a shroud of spectral brilliance Tapering towards a bleeding golden throne, Where ethereal flames burn bright Blazing beyond pristine spires, Guarded by sharpened fangs An achromic aperture, Opaque ramparts reveal Crumbling bridges paved by splinters, Stelliferous plasma of celestial stallions Slowly slithering through furrows Of shimmering arcane ruins Snared by claw and consumed by hatred Devouring the Moon |
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3. | The Ruins of Beverast - The Grand Nebula Pulse | 12:58 | Show lyrics |
No measures in this sempiternal void Somnambulate in searing stellar heat Slow cataclysmic embers, Sheer luminal presence Colours like bodies, So imperious their voice... Appearing the redeemer, unearthly idol Writhing pulsating spirit Nebular silence, a wistful Spell of the sleepless colours like bodies, so menacing their chant... Sól, you keep a core rife With souls that burn my skin Grant me dead water for my sins to dwell And for dawn, will you leave it here The nebula onto all Of us will pray for night no more. We’ll pray for night no more. |
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4. | The Ruins of Beverast - Hunters | 09:05 | Show lyrics |
What remains from Earth below Is to celebrate in suspicion Some shame never forgotten Terrene weapons never rot This body is a menace Cosmocenotaphic spirit pulse Pray for us to join your chants When stellar dust dissolved Restores the sphere to black Yet behold the sphere illuminated Speak no evil word, fear no curse bygone Restrain! The charriot is coming! See the sphere illuminated A new burden for the sun The wolf is coming back! The charriot is coming! Sól, irate sibling My burden is embraced With this horizon drawn, I am one prey to be haunted And I bow to your light as I am it I am you Eternally. |
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42:27 |
Unlock the Shrine
Members | |
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Band members | |
Alexander von Meilenwald | Everything |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Gnarl | Recording (assistant) |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Between Bronze Walls | 08:40 | Show lyrics |
As poisoning light Ignores my futile desire for sleep I find myself surrounded by mirrors Blinding me With this abhorrent colour With my abhorrent flesh With their abhorrent grin This must be the most raging maelstrom The deepest climax My saviour, my mere witness indeed I perceive your presence Yet, you cannot approach ... This hell is mine I shall die between bronze walls. |
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2. | Skeleton Coast | 03:06 | Show lyrics |
Nocturnal skeleton coast Where dead cattle is washed ashore To molest the mind of this immaculate race Oh man, ye high spirits have evoken The extermination of all that has been Will you pray when the storms come ? |
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3. | Euphoria When the Bombs Fell | 05:43 | Show lyrics |
Then all danced, my heroine Unaesthetically To the war opera I was proud to start a killing spree With you We darkened the scenery All the grief All the tragedies of your horrible loss Have been channeled Into an orgasmic carnage As all collapsed We died in murderous bliss. |
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4. | God Sent No Sign | 03:25 | |
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5. | The Clockhand’s Groaning Circles | 10:44 | Show lyrics |
Clutching a giant laance of brass Within a storm That rushes silently Through a hallway of mirrors Drafts and visions beform me Poisoned air burns into wounds: The missing entrails - Left behind When my waste Was creeping to life - Hurt and bleed Festering from wounds That time has torn That brass feasts upon ... in a rhytm, in a melody ... Destructive and discordant And finally mute - When the eyes awake Behind the senile web ... These trembling hands Won’t save my ears From deafness These crippled thoughts Won’t save my soul From death. |
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6. | Procession of Pawns | 04:00 | |
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7. | Summer Decapitation Ritual | 07:55 | Show lyrics |
I marked place in medieval summer beat A guillotine prepared for amusement of god and his crowd Shouting their annual menace (Into) the cruel vacuum rapidly descending Desiring death to anticipate the doom divine, the temptation, his triumph Thus, as no martyr I burn (at) the cross With lack of strength to climb out of the white abyss again Behead me! For at the depths of this spiral Even death cannot disburden me of life. |
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8. | Cellartunes | 02:05 | |
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9. | Unlock the Shrine | 09:05 | Show lyrics |
How horrible your face has become within this prison I smell your steps on the wooden floor again So desperate to keep them silent ... you are mine With all your masochistic desire Invoke and fight me again Saw your suicidal seed Inhale your schizophrenia Suffer from your faded mind Unlock the shrine Release me Will I kill us ? (Will you kill us ?) Will I release us ? (Will you release us ?) As salt runs into your wounds You lose your sight and clench your fists You mourn at the brought of your heart The stench of urine and mould You will crawl before me on this wooden floor Let the splinters cout you And free the mass that binds us You will drivel and howl at this merciless rain ... These doors will close for you again. |
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10. | Subterranean Homicide Lamentation | 01:59 | |
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11. | The Mine | 12:01 | Show lyrics |
Until these tunnels Shall become our grave We dwell with the poets The eerie echoes Of shameful choirs Howl deep within here Sounds of harm Frome where the stillborn graze Standing armed without a strategy In a war That never should have been declared Eyes adapted to perpetual dawn The trembling march of the offensive pack With the bark of the hounds Our final rhyme shall be composed We await this, our time When the foul screams of agony Will sound through the mine. |
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12. | White Abyss | 01:38 | |
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01:10:21 |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Alexander von Meilenwald | Everything |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Gnarl | Recording (assistant) |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Between Bronze Walls | 08:40 | Show lyrics |
As poisoning light Ignores my futile desire for sleep I find myself surrounded by mirrors Blinding me With this abhorrent colour With my abhorrent flesh With their abhorrent grin This must be the most raging maelstrom The deepest climax My saviour, my mere witness indeed I perceive your presence Yet, you cannot approach ... This hell is mine I shall die between bronze walls. |
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2. | Skeleton Coast | 03:06 | Show lyrics |
Nocturnal skeleton coast Where dead cattle is washed ashore To molest the mind of this immaculate race Oh man, ye high spirits have evoken The extermination of all that has been Will you pray when the storms come ? |
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3. | Euphoria When the Bombs Fell | 05:43 | Show lyrics |
Then all danced, my heroine Unaesthetically To the war opera I was proud to start a killing spree With you We darkened the scenery All the grief All the tragedies of your horrible loss Have been channeled Into an orgasmic carnage As all collapsed We died in murderous bliss. |
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4. | God Sent No Sign | 03:25 | |
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5. | The Clockhand’s Groaning Circles | 10:44 | Show lyrics |
Clutching a giant laance of brass Within a storm That rushes silently Through a hallway of mirrors Drafts and visions beform me Poisoned air burns into wounds: The missing entrails - Left behind When my waste Was creeping to life - Hurt and bleed Festering from wounds That time has torn That brass feasts upon ... in a rhytm, in a melody ... Destructive and discordant And finally mute - When the eyes awake Behind the senile web ... These trembling hands Won’t save my ears From deafness These crippled thoughts Won’t save my soul From death. |
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6. | Procession of Pawns | 04:00 | |
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7. | Summer Decapitation Ritual | 07:55 | Show lyrics |
I marked place in medieval summer beat A guillotine prepared for amusement of god and his crowd Shouting their annual menace (Into) the cruel vacuum rapidly descending Desiring death to anticipate the doom divine, the temptation, his triumph Thus, as no martyr I burn (at) the cross With lack of strength to climb out of the white abyss again Behead me! For at the depths of this spiral Even death cannot disburden me of life. |
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8. | Cellartunes | 02:05 | |
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9. | Unlock the Shrine | 09:05 | Show lyrics |
How horrible your face has become within this prison I smell your steps on the wooden floor again So desperate to keep them silent ... you are mine With all your masochistic desire Invoke and fight me again Saw your suicidal seed Inhale your schizophrenia Suffer from your faded mind Unlock the shrine Release me Will I kill us ? (Will you kill us ?) Will I release us ? (Will you release us ?) As salt runs into your wounds You lose your sight and clench your fists You mourn at the brought of your heart The stench of urine and mould You will crawl before me on this wooden floor Let the splinters cout you And free the mass that binds us You will drivel and howl at this merciless rain ... These doors will close for you again. |
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10. | Subterranean Homicide Lamentation | 01:59 | |
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11. | The Mine | 12:01 | Show lyrics |
Until these tunnels Shall become our grave We dwell with the poets The eerie echoes Of shameful choirs Howl deep within here Sounds of harm Frome where the stillborn graze Standing armed without a strategy In a war That never should have been declared Eyes adapted to perpetual dawn The trembling march of the offensive pack With the bark of the hounds Our final rhyme shall be composed We await this, our time When the foul screams of agony Will sound through the mine. |
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12. | White Abyss | 01:38 | |
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01:10:21 |
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Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Alexander von Meilenwald | Everything |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Gnarl | Recording (assistant) |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 (12") | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Between Bronze Walls | 08:40 | Show lyrics |
As poisoning light Ignores my futile desire for sleep I find myself surrounded by mirrors Blinding me With this abhorrent colour With my abhorrent flesh With their abhorrent grin This must be the most raging maelstrom The deepest climax My saviour, my mere witness indeed I perceive your presence Yet, you cannot approach ... This hell is mine I shall die between bronze walls. |
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2. | Skeleton Coast | 03:06 | Show lyrics |
Nocturnal skeleton coast Where dead cattle is washed ashore To molest the mind of this immaculate race Oh man, ye high spirits have evoken The extermination of all that has been Will you pray when the storms come ? |
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3. | Euphoria When the Bombs Fell | 05:43 | Show lyrics |
Then all danced, my heroine Unaesthetically To the war opera I was proud to start a killing spree With you We darkened the scenery All the grief All the tragedies of your horrible loss Have been channeled Into an orgasmic carnage As all collapsed We died in murderous bliss. |
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Side B | |||
4. | God Sent No Sign | 03:25 | |
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5. | The Clockhand’s Groaning Circles | 10:44 | Show lyrics |
Clutching a giant laance of brass Within a storm That rushes silently Through a hallway of mirrors Drafts and visions beform me Poisoned air burns into wounds: The missing entrails - Left behind When my waste Was creeping to life - Hurt and bleed Festering from wounds That time has torn That brass feasts upon ... in a rhytm, in a melody ... Destructive and discordant And finally mute - When the eyes awake Behind the senile web ... These trembling hands Won’t save my ears From deafness These crippled thoughts Won’t save my soul From death. |
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6. | Procession of Pawns | 04:00 | |
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35:38 | |||
Disc 2 (12") | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Summer Decapitation Ritual | 07:55 | Show lyrics |
I marked place in medieval summer beat A guillotine prepared for amusement of god and his crowd Shouting their annual menace (Into) the cruel vacuum rapidly descending Desiring death to anticipate the doom divine, the temptation, his triumph Thus, as no martyr I burn (at) the cross With lack of strength to climb out of the white abyss again Behead me! For at the depths of this spiral Even death cannot disburden me of life. |
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2. | Cellartunes | 02:05 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
3. | Unlock the Shrine | 09:05 | Show lyrics |
How horrible your face has become within this prison I smell your steps on the wooden floor again So desperate to keep them silent ... you are mine With all your masochistic desire Invoke and fight me again Saw your suicidal seed Inhale your schizophrenia Suffer from your faded mind Unlock the shrine Release me Will I kill us ? (Will you kill us ?) Will I release us ? (Will you release us ?) As salt runs into your wounds You lose your sight and clench your fists You mourn at the brought of your heart The stench of urine and mould You will crawl before me on this wooden floor Let the splinters cout you And free the mass that binds us You will drivel and howl at this merciless rain ... These doors will close for you again. |
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Side B | |||
4. | Subterranean Homicide Lamentation | 01:59 | |
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5. | The Mine | 12:01 | Show lyrics |
Until these tunnels Shall become our grave We dwell with the poets The eerie echoes Of shameful choirs Howl deep within here Sounds of harm Frome where the stillborn graze Standing armed without a strategy In a war That never should have been declared Eyes adapted to perpetual dawn The trembling march of the offensive pack With the bark of the hounds Our final rhyme shall be composed We await this, our time When the foul screams of agony Will sound through the mine. |
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6. | White Abyss | 01:38 | |
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34:43 | |||
Disc 3 (10") | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Phobia Psalm (Introduction) | ||
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2. | The Iconoclast | ||
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3. | Indungeoned | ||
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4. | Suicide Feast | ||
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Side B | |||
5. | Wrath of the Snake | ||
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6. | Choir of Sin | ||
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7. | Red Ragnarök | ||
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8. | Witchcraft (Beherit cover) | ||
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Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Alexander von Meilenwald | Everything |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Gnarl | Recording (assistant) |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Between Bronze Walls | 08:40 | Show lyrics |
As poisoning light Ignores my futile desire for sleep I find myself surrounded by mirrors Blinding me With this abhorrent colour With my abhorrent flesh With their abhorrent grin This must be the most raging maelstrom The deepest climax My saviour, my mere witness indeed I perceive your presence Yet, you cannot approach ... This hell is mine I shall die between bronze walls. |
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2. | Skeleton Coast | 03:06 | Show lyrics |
Nocturnal skeleton coast Where dead cattle is washed ashore To molest the mind of this immaculate race Oh man, ye high spirits have evoken The extermination of all that has been Will you pray when the storms come ? |
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3. | Euphoria When the Bombs Fell | 05:43 | Show lyrics |
Then all danced, my heroine Unaesthetically To the war opera I was proud to start a killing spree With you We darkened the scenery All the grief All the tragedies of your horrible loss Have been channeled Into an orgasmic carnage As all collapsed We died in murderous bliss. |
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Side B | |||
4. | God Sent No Sign | 03:25 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
5. | The Clockhand’s Groaning Circles | 10:44 | Show lyrics |
Clutching a giant laance of brass Within a storm That rushes silently Through a hallway of mirrors Drafts and visions beform me Poisoned air burns into wounds: The missing entrails - Left behind When my waste Was creeping to life - Hurt and bleed Festering from wounds That time has torn That brass feasts upon ... in a rhytm, in a melody ... Destructive and discordant And finally mute - When the eyes awake Behind the senile web ... These trembling hands Won’t save my ears From deafness These crippled thoughts Won’t save my soul From death. |
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6. | Procession of Pawns | 04:00 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
35:38 | |||
Disc 2 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Summer Decapitation Ritual | 07:55 | Show lyrics |
I marked place in medieval summer beat A guillotine prepared for amusement of god and his crowd Shouting their annual menace (Into) the cruel vacuum rapidly descending Desiring death to anticipate the doom divine, the temptation, his triumph Thus, as no martyr I burn (at) the cross With lack of strength to climb out of the white abyss again Behead me! For at the depths of this spiral Even death cannot disburden me of life. |
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2. | Cellartunes | 02:05 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
3. | Unlock the Shrine | 09:05 | Show lyrics |
How horrible your face has become within this prison I smell your steps on the wooden floor again So desperate to keep them silent ... you are mine With all your masochistic desire Invoke and fight me again Saw your suicidal seed Inhale your schizophrenia Suffer from your faded mind Unlock the shrine Release me Will I kill us ? (Will you kill us ?) Will I release us ? (Will you release us ?) As salt runs into your wounds You lose your sight and clench your fists You mourn at the brought of your heart The stench of urine and mould You will crawl before me on this wooden floor Let the splinters cout you And free the mass that binds us You will drivel and howl at this merciless rain ... These doors will close for you again. |
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Side B | |||
4. | Subterranean Homicide Lamentation | 01:59 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
5. | The Mine | 12:01 | Show lyrics |
Until these tunnels Shall become our grave We dwell with the poets The eerie echoes Of shameful choirs Howl deep within here Sounds of harm Frome where the stillborn graze Standing armed without a strategy In a war That never should have been declared Eyes adapted to perpetual dawn The trembling march of the offensive pack With the bark of the hounds Our final rhyme shall be composed We await this, our time When the foul screams of agony Will sound through the mine. |
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6. | White Abyss | 01:38 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
34:43 |
Unlock the Shrine
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Alexander von Meilenwald | Everything |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Gnarl | Recording (assistant) |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Between Bronze Walls | 08:40 | Show lyrics |
As poisoning light Ignores my futile desire for sleep I find myself surrounded by mirrors Blinding me With this abhorrent colour With my abhorrent flesh With their abhorrent grin This must be the most raging maelstrom The deepest climax My saviour, my mere witness indeed I perceive your presence Yet, you cannot approach ... This hell is mine I shall die between bronze walls. |
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2. | Skeleton Coast | 03:06 | Show lyrics |
Nocturnal skeleton coast Where dead cattle is washed ashore To molest the mind of this immaculate race Oh man, ye high spirits have evoken The extermination of all that has been Will you pray when the storms come ? |
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3. | Euphoria When the Bombs Fell | 05:43 | Show lyrics |
Then all danced, my heroine Unaesthetically To the war opera I was proud to start a killing spree With you We darkened the scenery All the grief All the tragedies of your horrible loss Have been channeled Into an orgasmic carnage As all collapsed We died in murderous bliss. |
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4. | God Sent No Sign | 03:25 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
5. | The Clockhand’s Groaning Circles | 10:44 | Show lyrics |
Clutching a giant laance of brass Within a storm That rushes silently Through a hallway of mirrors Drafts and visions beform me Poisoned air burns into wounds: The missing entrails - Left behind When my waste Was creeping to life - Hurt and bleed Festering from wounds That time has torn That brass feasts upon ... in a rhytm, in a melody ... Destructive and discordant And finally mute - When the eyes awake Behind the senile web ... These trembling hands Won’t save my ears From deafness These crippled thoughts Won’t save my soul From death. |
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6. | Procession of Pawns | 04:00 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
7. | Summer Decapitation Ritual | 07:55 | Show lyrics |
I marked place in medieval summer beat A guillotine prepared for amusement of god and his crowd Shouting their annual menace (Into) the cruel vacuum rapidly descending Desiring death to anticipate the doom divine, the temptation, his triumph Thus, as no martyr I burn (at) the cross With lack of strength to climb out of the white abyss again Behead me! For at the depths of this spiral Even death cannot disburden me of life. |
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8. | Cellartunes | 02:05 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
9. | Unlock the Shrine | 09:05 | Show lyrics |
How horrible your face has become within this prison I smell your steps on the wooden floor again So desperate to keep them silent ... you are mine With all your masochistic desire Invoke and fight me again Saw your suicidal seed Inhale your schizophrenia Suffer from your faded mind Unlock the shrine Release me Will I kill us ? (Will you kill us ?) Will I release us ? (Will you release us ?) As salt runs into your wounds You lose your sight and clench your fists You mourn at the brought of your heart The stench of urine and mould You will crawl before me on this wooden floor Let the splinters cout you And free the mass that binds us You will drivel and howl at this merciless rain ... These doors will close for you again. |
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10. | Subterranean Homicide Lamentation | 01:59 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
11. | The Mine | 12:01 | Show lyrics |
Until these tunnels Shall become our grave We dwell with the poets The eerie echoes Of shameful choirs Howl deep within here Sounds of harm Frome where the stillborn graze Standing armed without a strategy In a war That never should have been declared Eyes adapted to perpetual dawn The trembling march of the offensive pack With the bark of the hounds Our final rhyme shall be composed We await this, our time When the foul screams of agony Will sound through the mine. |
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12. | White Abyss | 01:38 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
01:10:21 |
Unlock the Shrine
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Alexander von Meilenwald | Everything |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Gnarl | Recording (assistant) |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Between Bronze Walls | 08:40 | Show lyrics |
As poisoning light Ignores my futile desire for sleep I find myself surrounded by mirrors Blinding me With this abhorrent colour With my abhorrent flesh With their abhorrent grin This must be the most raging maelstrom The deepest climax My saviour, my mere witness indeed I perceive your presence Yet, you cannot approach ... This hell is mine I shall die between bronze walls. |
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2. | Skeleton Coast | 03:06 | Show lyrics |
Nocturnal skeleton coast Where dead cattle is washed ashore To molest the mind of this immaculate race Oh man, ye high spirits have evoken The extermination of all that has been Will you pray when the storms come ? |
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3. | Euphoria When the Bombs Fell | 05:43 | Show lyrics |
Then all danced, my heroine Unaesthetically To the war opera I was proud to start a killing spree With you We darkened the scenery All the grief All the tragedies of your horrible loss Have been channeled Into an orgasmic carnage As all collapsed We died in murderous bliss. |
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Side B | |||
4. | God Sent No Sign | 03:25 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
5. | The Clockhand’s Groaning Circles | 10:44 | Show lyrics |
Clutching a giant laance of brass Within a storm That rushes silently Through a hallway of mirrors Drafts and visions beform me Poisoned air burns into wounds: The missing entrails - Left behind When my waste Was creeping to life - Hurt and bleed Festering from wounds That time has torn That brass feasts upon ... in a rhytm, in a melody ... Destructive and discordant And finally mute - When the eyes awake Behind the senile web ... These trembling hands Won’t save my ears From deafness These crippled thoughts Won’t save my soul From death. |
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6. | Procession of Pawns | 04:00 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
35:38 | |||
Disc 2 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Summer Decapitation Ritual | 07:55 | Show lyrics |
I marked place in medieval summer beat A guillotine prepared for amusement of god and his crowd Shouting their annual menace (Into) the cruel vacuum rapidly descending Desiring death to anticipate the doom divine, the temptation, his triumph Thus, as no martyr I burn (at) the cross With lack of strength to climb out of the white abyss again Behead me! For at the depths of this spiral Even death cannot disburden me of life. |
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2. | Cellartunes | 02:05 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
3. | Unlock the Shrine | 09:05 | Show lyrics |
How horrible your face has become within this prison I smell your steps on the wooden floor again So desperate to keep them silent ... you are mine With all your masochistic desire Invoke and fight me again Saw your suicidal seed Inhale your schizophrenia Suffer from your faded mind Unlock the shrine Release me Will I kill us ? (Will you kill us ?) Will I release us ? (Will you release us ?) As salt runs into your wounds You lose your sight and clench your fists You mourn at the brought of your heart The stench of urine and mould You will crawl before me on this wooden floor Let the splinters cout you And free the mass that binds us You will drivel and howl at this merciless rain ... These doors will close for you again. |
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Side B | |||
4. | Subterranean Homicide Lamentation | 01:59 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
5. | The Mine | 12:01 | Show lyrics |
Until these tunnels Shall become our grave We dwell with the poets The eerie echoes Of shameful choirs Howl deep within here Sounds of harm Frome where the stillborn graze Standing armed without a strategy In a war That never should have been declared Eyes adapted to perpetual dawn The trembling march of the offensive pack With the bark of the hounds Our final rhyme shall be composed We await this, our time When the foul screams of agony Will sound through the mine. |
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6. | White Abyss | 01:38 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
34:43 |
Unlock the Shrine
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Alexander von Meilenwald | Everything |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Gnarl | Recording (assistant) |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Between Bronze Walls | 08:40 | Show lyrics |
As poisoning light Ignores my futile desire for sleep I find myself surrounded by mirrors Blinding me With this abhorrent colour With my abhorrent flesh With their abhorrent grin This must be the most raging maelstrom The deepest climax My saviour, my mere witness indeed I perceive your presence Yet, you cannot approach ... This hell is mine I shall die between bronze walls. |
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2. | Skeleton Coast | 03:06 | Show lyrics |
Nocturnal skeleton coast Where dead cattle is washed ashore To molest the mind of this immaculate race Oh man, ye high spirits have evoken The extermination of all that has been Will you pray when the storms come ? |
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3. | Euphoria When the Bombs Fell | 05:43 | Show lyrics |
Then all danced, my heroine Unaesthetically To the war opera I was proud to start a killing spree With you We darkened the scenery All the grief All the tragedies of your horrible loss Have been channeled Into an orgasmic carnage As all collapsed We died in murderous bliss. |
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4. | God Sent No Sign | 03:25 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
5. | The Clockhand’s Groaning Circles | 10:44 | Show lyrics |
Clutching a giant laance of brass Within a storm That rushes silently Through a hallway of mirrors Drafts and visions beform me Poisoned air burns into wounds: The missing entrails - Left behind When my waste Was creeping to life - Hurt and bleed Festering from wounds That time has torn That brass feasts upon ... in a rhytm, in a melody ... Destructive and discordant And finally mute - When the eyes awake Behind the senile web ... These trembling hands Won’t save my ears From deafness These crippled thoughts Won’t save my soul From death. |
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6. | Procession of Pawns | 04:00 | |
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7. | Summer Decapitation Ritual | 07:55 | Show lyrics |
I marked place in medieval summer beat A guillotine prepared for amusement of god and his crowd Shouting their annual menace (Into) the cruel vacuum rapidly descending Desiring death to anticipate the doom divine, the temptation, his triumph Thus, as no martyr I burn (at) the cross With lack of strength to climb out of the white abyss again Behead me! For at the depths of this spiral Even death cannot disburden me of life. |
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8. | Cellartunes | 02:05 | |
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9. | Unlock the Shrine | 09:05 | Show lyrics |
How horrible your face has become within this prison I smell your steps on the wooden floor again So desperate to keep them silent ... you are mine With all your masochistic desire Invoke and fight me again Saw your suicidal seed Inhale your schizophrenia Suffer from your faded mind Unlock the shrine Release me Will I kill us ? (Will you kill us ?) Will I release us ? (Will you release us ?) As salt runs into your wounds You lose your sight and clench your fists You mourn at the brought of your heart The stench of urine and mould You will crawl before me on this wooden floor Let the splinters cout you And free the mass that binds us You will drivel and howl at this merciless rain ... These doors will close for you again. |
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10. | Subterranean Homicide Lamentation | 01:59 | |
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11. | The Mine | 12:01 | Show lyrics |
Until these tunnels Shall become our grave We dwell with the poets The eerie echoes Of shameful choirs Howl deep within here Sounds of harm Frome where the stillborn graze Standing armed without a strategy In a war That never should have been declared Eyes adapted to perpetual dawn The trembling march of the offensive pack With the bark of the hounds Our final rhyme shall be composed We await this, our time When the foul screams of agony Will sound through the mine. |
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12. | White Abyss | 01:38 | |
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01:10:21 |
Unlock the Shrine
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Alexander von Meilenwald | Everything |
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Gnarl | Recording (assistant) |
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Between Bronze Walls | 08:40 | Show lyrics |
As poisoning light Ignores my futile desire for sleep I find myself surrounded by mirrors Blinding me With this abhorrent colour With my abhorrent flesh With their abhorrent grin This must be the most raging maelstrom The deepest climax My saviour, my mere witness indeed I perceive your presence Yet, you cannot approach ... This hell is mine I shall die between bronze walls. |
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2. | Skeleton Coast | 03:06 | Show lyrics |
Nocturnal skeleton coast Where dead cattle is washed ashore To molest the mind of this immaculate race Oh man, ye high spirits have evoken The extermination of all that has been Will you pray when the storms come ? |
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3. | Euphoria When the Bombs Fell | 05:43 | Show lyrics |
Then all danced, my heroine Unaesthetically To the war opera I was proud to start a killing spree With you We darkened the scenery All the grief All the tragedies of your horrible loss Have been channeled Into an orgasmic carnage As all collapsed We died in murderous bliss. |
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4. | God Sent No Sign | 03:25 | |
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5. | The Clockhand’s Groaning Circles | 10:44 | Show lyrics |
Clutching a giant laance of brass Within a storm That rushes silently Through a hallway of mirrors Drafts and visions beform me Poisoned air burns into wounds: The missing entrails - Left behind When my waste Was creeping to life - Hurt and bleed Festering from wounds That time has torn That brass feasts upon ... in a rhytm, in a melody ... Destructive and discordant And finally mute - When the eyes awake Behind the senile web ... These trembling hands Won’t save my ears From deafness These crippled thoughts Won’t save my soul From death. |
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31:38 | |||
Disc 2 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Procession of Pawns | 04:00 | |
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2. | Summer Decapitation Ritual | 07:55 | Show lyrics |
I marked place in medieval summer beat A guillotine prepared for amusement of god and his crowd Shouting their annual menace (Into) the cruel vacuum rapidly descending Desiring death to anticipate the doom divine, the temptation, his triumph Thus, as no martyr I burn (at) the cross With lack of strength to climb out of the white abyss again Behead me! For at the depths of this spiral Even death cannot disburden me of life. |
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3. | Cellartunes | 02:05 | |
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4. | Unlock the Shrine | 09:05 | Show lyrics |
How horrible your face has become within this prison I smell your steps on the wooden floor again So desperate to keep them silent ... you are mine With all your masochistic desire Invoke and fight me again Saw your suicidal seed Inhale your schizophrenia Suffer from your faded mind Unlock the shrine Release me Will I kill us ? (Will you kill us ?) Will I release us ? (Will you release us ?) As salt runs into your wounds You lose your sight and clench your fists You mourn at the brought of your heart The stench of urine and mould You will crawl before me on this wooden floor Let the splinters cout you And free the mass that binds us You will drivel and howl at this merciless rain ... These doors will close for you again. |
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Side B | |||
5. | Subterranean Homicide Lamentation | 01:59 | |
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6. | The Mine | 12:01 | Show lyrics |
Until these tunnels Shall become our grave We dwell with the poets The eerie echoes Of shameful choirs Howl deep within here Sounds of harm Frome where the stillborn graze Standing armed without a strategy In a war That never should have been declared Eyes adapted to perpetual dawn The trembling march of the offensive pack With the bark of the hounds Our final rhyme shall be composed We await this, our time When the foul screams of agony Will sound through the mine. |
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7. | White Abyss | 01:38 | |
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8. | Enigma of the Absolute (Dead Can Dance cover) | ||
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38:43 |
Unlock the Shrine
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Alexander von Meilenwald | Everything |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Gnarl | Recording (assistant) |
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1. | Between Bronze Walls | 08:40 | Show lyrics |
As poisoning light Ignores my futile desire for sleep I find myself surrounded by mirrors Blinding me With this abhorrent colour With my abhorrent flesh With their abhorrent grin This must be the most raging maelstrom The deepest climax My saviour, my mere witness indeed I perceive your presence Yet, you cannot approach ... This hell is mine I shall die between bronze walls. |
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2. | Skeleton Coast | 03:06 | Show lyrics |
Nocturnal skeleton coast Where dead cattle is washed ashore To molest the mind of this immaculate race Oh man, ye high spirits have evoken The extermination of all that has been Will you pray when the storms come ? |
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3. | Euphoria When the Bombs Fell | 05:43 | Show lyrics |
Then all danced, my heroine Unaesthetically To the war opera I was proud to start a killing spree With you We darkened the scenery All the grief All the tragedies of your horrible loss Have been channeled Into an orgasmic carnage As all collapsed We died in murderous bliss. |
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4. | God Sent No Sign | 03:25 | |
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5. | The Clockhand’s Groaning Circles | 10:44 | Show lyrics |
Clutching a giant laance of brass Within a storm That rushes silently Through a hallway of mirrors Drafts and visions beform me Poisoned air burns into wounds: The missing entrails - Left behind When my waste Was creeping to life - Hurt and bleed Festering from wounds That time has torn That brass feasts upon ... in a rhytm, in a melody ... Destructive and discordant And finally mute - When the eyes awake Behind the senile web ... These trembling hands Won’t save my ears From deafness These crippled thoughts Won’t save my soul From death. |
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6. | Procession of Pawns | 04:00 | |
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7. | Summer Decapitation Ritual | 07:55 | Show lyrics |
I marked place in medieval summer beat A guillotine prepared for amusement of god and his crowd Shouting their annual menace (Into) the cruel vacuum rapidly descending Desiring death to anticipate the doom divine, the temptation, his triumph Thus, as no martyr I burn (at) the cross With lack of strength to climb out of the white abyss again Behead me! For at the depths of this spiral Even death cannot disburden me of life. |
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8. | Cellartunes | 02:05 | |
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9. | Unlock the Shrine | 09:05 | Show lyrics |
How horrible your face has become within this prison I smell your steps on the wooden floor again So desperate to keep them silent ... you are mine With all your masochistic desire Invoke and fight me again Saw your suicidal seed Inhale your schizophrenia Suffer from your faded mind Unlock the shrine Release me Will I kill us ? (Will you kill us ?) Will I release us ? (Will you release us ?) As salt runs into your wounds You lose your sight and clench your fists You mourn at the brought of your heart The stench of urine and mould You will crawl before me on this wooden floor Let the splinters cout you And free the mass that binds us You will drivel and howl at this merciless rain ... These doors will close for you again. |
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10. | Subterranean Homicide Lamentation | 01:59 | |
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11. | The Mine | 12:01 | Show lyrics |
Until these tunnels Shall become our grave We dwell with the poets The eerie echoes Of shameful choirs Howl deep within here Sounds of harm Frome where the stillborn graze Standing armed without a strategy In a war That never should have been declared Eyes adapted to perpetual dawn The trembling march of the offensive pack With the bark of the hounds Our final rhyme shall be composed We await this, our time When the foul screams of agony Will sound through the mine. |
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12. | White Abyss | 01:38 | |
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01:10:21 |
Rain upon the Impure
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1. | 50 Forts Along the Rhine | 13:37 | Show lyrics |
An old failure is redressed Barred is all sight into the West Not to let us foresee what is brewing there Ripple... Silence is deceptive Hooves of iron paw An ancient silent fog To blur our castles’ silhouettes To hide the gathering troops Black fleets explore the northern lines Fifty forts along the Rhine Fuming clefts cross Westphalia Command from Castra Vetera It was late at night when the bugle call resounded And blew forth a red storm To bear squadrons of Southern aggressors Transcending our silent banks now so rageous Ploughing the valleys in slobbering droves Foes in Sugambria! The ancient map is redrawn in blood Led by our once insurmountable waters We learnt that war has become art Within three years of suffering and barbarism Lamentamur Germaniam Inferiorem! The Northern eyesight is extinguished The Western limbs are dead The Southern torso is crippled East cannot defend. |
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2. | Soliloquy of the Stigmatised Shepherd | 15:40 | Show lyrics |
How long have I been wandering uphill? My lord, did you paint these meadows? They are colourless Roar... agonizing distant noise Look at me I kneel down before thee Bow my head Cover my ears Weep... This soil did never alter in two thousand years I wonder if it is you who hunts them - Or are they following me...? This is a burden I was never taught to heave... To you I implore, oh father! Take this noise away from me! Save me! Father, make (of) me the seed for a silent meadow Limp as a doomed horse I resume my way In tears, on chafed limbs There is no herb to be laid Upon the stigmata of immortality’s burden Father, make (of) me the seed for a silent meadow. |
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3. | Rapture | 01:16 | Show lyrics |
"O Head of blood and wounds In pain and deathly scorned Arouse their bliss and rapture With a crown of thorns adorned." |
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4. | Blood Vaults (I - Thy Virginal Malodour) | 15:42 | Show lyrics |
Red moon returns... For the blood that dried on the dungeon walls For centuries of insidious estrangement That witnessed a slow disfigurement of pale faces Unfamiliar with perversions to desecrate Their pious deeds Red moon returns... To rip open the scars of the soul that vowed Laid bare for burning Like a process of moult Sanctified flesh breeds dense crimson fume And reeks... An eerie procession Descending into darkness godforsaken Intoning solemn psalms of sadism and malevolence Sing to sleep tormented bodies that writhe in horror Leave flesh ghastly perished, and screams fading unheard Red moon returns... Lets the mind be swallowed That addicts to claustrophobia Thus it is written in unread books... And may the bells awake the residual days Merely wounds are to be licked That weep with blood, not with wine. |
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5. | Soil of the Incestuous | 16:25 | Show lyrics |
I am The wandering moon and sun The rabbit and the snake The virgin and the rapist My shadow The path of the mind’s eye shall never bifurcate... I enter The church and the graveyard The storms and the rainbows The soul and the flesh My shadow The path of the mind’s eye shall never bifurcate... I suffer The rotten lower skin The wandering moon and sun The sin and altruism My shadow (...painfully roaming the soil of the incestuous...) The bloom will fail to come I wear reflected scars Until I smash the mirror. |
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6. | Balnaa-Kheil the Bleak | 02:40 | Show lyrics |
My nakedness shall not ignite your lust... ...trespasser... Here, at the absolute end of your withered romances Heralds of the Great Jörmungand break at the North Massif And becloud your dwarfish horizon... |
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7. | Rain upon the Impure | 14:34 | Show lyrics |
You who first cast the stone Are you adorned with wings? How could you silently suffer The sight of your dreams’ wreckage? Creature... Your harvest is poor Your soul bleeds Your eyes won’t ever see When the bread is broken Wounds are nailed into your palms You who first cast the stone Where is the splendour That once you wore so proudly? Creature... Your limbs are weak Your path is short Your breath is putrid When the wine is offered Disgust is drying up your throat You who are without sin Who was to block the left hand path When it became the last resort? Actress... Your speech is mute Your tunes are sad Your voice will die down awfully The day heaven laments your failure With noise of rain (lashing down) upon the impure. |
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01:19:54 |
Rain upon the Impure
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Alexander von Meilenwald | Everything |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 (12") | |||
Side A | |||
1. | 50 Forts Along the Rhine | 13:37 | Show lyrics |
An old failure is redressed Barred is all sight into the West Not to let us foresee what is brewing there Ripple... Silence is deceptive Hooves of iron paw An ancient silent fog To blur our castles’ silhouettes To hide the gathering troops Black fleets explore the northern lines Fifty forts along the Rhine Fuming clefts cross Westphalia Command from Castra Vetera It was late at night when the bugle call resounded And blew forth a red storm To bear squadrons of Southern aggressors Transcending our silent banks now so rageous Ploughing the valleys in slobbering droves Foes in Sugambria! The ancient map is redrawn in blood Led by our once insurmountable waters We learnt that war has become art Within three years of suffering and barbarism Lamentamur Germaniam Inferiorem! The Northern eyesight is extinguished The Western limbs are dead The Southern torso is crippled East cannot defend. |
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2. | Soliloquy of the Stigmatised Shepherd | 15:40 | Show lyrics |
How long have I been wandering uphill? My lord, did you paint these meadows? They are colourless Roar... agonizing distant noise Look at me I kneel down before thee Bow my head Cover my ears Weep... This soil did never alter in two thousand years I wonder if it is you who hunts them - Or are they following me...? This is a burden I was never taught to heave... To you I implore, oh father! Take this noise away from me! Save me! Father, make (of) me the seed for a silent meadow Limp as a doomed horse I resume my way In tears, on chafed limbs There is no herb to be laid Upon the stigmata of immortality’s burden Father, make (of) me the seed for a silent meadow. |
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3. | Rapture | 01:16 | Show lyrics |
"O Head of blood and wounds In pain and deathly scorned Arouse their bliss and rapture With a crown of thorns adorned." |
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4. | Blood Vaults (I - Thy Virginal Malodour) | 15:42 | Show lyrics |
Red moon returns... For the blood that dried on the dungeon walls For centuries of insidious estrangement That witnessed a slow disfigurement of pale faces Unfamiliar with perversions to desecrate Their pious deeds Red moon returns... To rip open the scars of the soul that vowed Laid bare for burning Like a process of moult Sanctified flesh breeds dense crimson fume And reeks... An eerie procession Descending into darkness godforsaken Intoning solemn psalms of sadism and malevolence Sing to sleep tormented bodies that writhe in horror Leave flesh ghastly perished, and screams fading unheard Red moon returns... Lets the mind be swallowed That addicts to claustrophobia Thus it is written in unread books... And may the bells awake the residual days Merely wounds are to be licked That weep with blood, not with wine. |
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46:15 | |||
Disc 2 (12") | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Soil of the Incestuous | 16:25 | Show lyrics |
I am The wandering moon and sun The rabbit and the snake The virgin and the rapist My shadow The path of the mind’s eye shall never bifurcate... I enter The church and the graveyard The storms and the rainbows The soul and the flesh My shadow The path of the mind’s eye shall never bifurcate... I suffer The rotten lower skin The wandering moon and sun The sin and altruism My shadow (...painfully roaming the soil of the incestuous...) The bloom will fail to come I wear reflected scars Until I smash the mirror. |
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Side B | |||
2. | Balnaa-Kheil the Bleak | 02:40 | Show lyrics |
My nakedness shall not ignite your lust... ...trespasser... Here, at the absolute end of your withered romances Heralds of the Great Jörmungand break at the North Massif And becloud your dwarfish horizon... |
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3. | Rain upon the Impure | 14:34 | Show lyrics |
You who first cast the stone Are you adorned with wings? How could you silently suffer The sight of your dreams’ wreckage? Creature... Your harvest is poor Your soul bleeds Your eyes won’t ever see When the bread is broken Wounds are nailed into your palms You who first cast the stone Where is the splendour That once you wore so proudly? Creature... Your limbs are weak Your path is short Your breath is putrid When the wine is offered Disgust is drying up your throat You who are without sin Who was to block the left hand path When it became the last resort? Actress... Your speech is mute Your tunes are sad Your voice will die down awfully The day heaven laments your failure With noise of rain (lashing down) upon the impure. |
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4. | Neverending Day (Unholy cover) | 07:22 | Show lyrics |
From my past into the river of depression Fatefull numbers caught around my way Mutilating my past through eternity Life is like a chinky steel... Twisted branch of life Feed my pain I protect myself behind others dreams Artistic analyse of cruel fate Equilibrium on the stairs of past Stairs painted by blood of my heart Fury lightning inside my head I’m turning towards mysteries of originality The way is blocked by sorrow of emptiness Heroine is locked inside the casket of oblivion Time forgot me in the Circle of Shadows Neverending Way Neverending Day Neverending Pain |
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41:01 | |||
Disc 3 (7") | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Hours of the Aequinox | 08:00 | Show lyrics |
...Into heat ascending... I collide with facades of stained white: A garden of arctic flora... lucid and surreal A newborn canvas... what work of the sun! As kissed to to life, soon horribly afflicted And me... alive, yet scarred and disgusted ...Into numbness descending... I freeze between shadows of purest gray: A graveyard of ancient megaliths... dimly and surreal A yellowed canvas... what atrocity of the dark! As deprived of life, now spiritually admired And me... anxious and scared, yet somehow alive. |
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Side B | |||
2. | Retaliationrite of the Iconoclast | 04:06 | |
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3. | THATH (Depeche Mode cover) | 04:25 | Show lyrics |
I need to be cleansed It’s time to make amends For all of the fun The damage is done And I feel diseased I’m down on my knees And I need forgiveness Someone to bear witness To the goodness within Beneath the sin Although I may flirt With all kinds of dirt To the point of disease Now I want release From all this decay Take it away And somewhere There’s someone who cares With a heart of gold To have and to hold (Music & lyrics by Martin Gore; originally performed by Depeche Mode) |
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16:31 |
Rain upon the Impure
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Alexander von Meilenwald | Everything |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | 50 Forts Along the Rhine | 13:37 | Show lyrics |
An old failure is redressed Barred is all sight into the West Not to let us foresee what is brewing there Ripple... Silence is deceptive Hooves of iron paw An ancient silent fog To blur our castles’ silhouettes To hide the gathering troops Black fleets explore the northern lines Fifty forts along the Rhine Fuming clefts cross Westphalia Command from Castra Vetera It was late at night when the bugle call resounded And blew forth a red storm To bear squadrons of Southern aggressors Transcending our silent banks now so rageous Ploughing the valleys in slobbering droves Foes in Sugambria! The ancient map is redrawn in blood Led by our once insurmountable waters We learnt that war has become art Within three years of suffering and barbarism Lamentamur Germaniam Inferiorem! The Northern eyesight is extinguished The Western limbs are dead The Southern torso is crippled East cannot defend. |
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2. | Soliloquy of the Stigmatised Shepherd | 15:40 | Show lyrics |
How long have I been wandering uphill? My lord, did you paint these meadows? They are colourless Roar... agonizing distant noise Look at me I kneel down before thee Bow my head Cover my ears Weep... This soil did never alter in two thousand years I wonder if it is you who hunts them - Or are they following me...? This is a burden I was never taught to heave... To you I implore, oh father! Take this noise away from me! Save me! Father, make (of) me the seed for a silent meadow Limp as a doomed horse I resume my way In tears, on chafed limbs There is no herb to be laid Upon the stigmata of immortality’s burden Father, make (of) me the seed for a silent meadow. |
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Side B | |||
3. | Rapture | 01:16 | Show lyrics |
"O Head of blood and wounds In pain and deathly scorned Arouse their bliss and rapture With a crown of thorns adorned." |
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4. | Blood Vaults (I - Thy Virginal Malodour) | 15:42 | Show lyrics |
Red moon returns... For the blood that dried on the dungeon walls For centuries of insidious estrangement That witnessed a slow disfigurement of pale faces Unfamiliar with perversions to desecrate Their pious deeds Red moon returns... To rip open the scars of the soul that vowed Laid bare for burning Like a process of moult Sanctified flesh breeds dense crimson fume And reeks... An eerie procession Descending into darkness godforsaken Intoning solemn psalms of sadism and malevolence Sing to sleep tormented bodies that writhe in horror Leave flesh ghastly perished, and screams fading unheard Red moon returns... Lets the mind be swallowed That addicts to claustrophobia Thus it is written in unread books... And may the bells awake the residual days Merely wounds are to be licked That weep with blood, not with wine. |
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46:15 | |||
Disc 2 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Soil of the Incestuous | 16:25 | Show lyrics |
I am The wandering moon and sun The rabbit and the snake The virgin and the rapist My shadow The path of the mind’s eye shall never bifurcate... I enter The church and the graveyard The storms and the rainbows The soul and the flesh My shadow The path of the mind’s eye shall never bifurcate... I suffer The rotten lower skin The wandering moon and sun The sin and altruism My shadow (...painfully roaming the soil of the incestuous...) The bloom will fail to come I wear reflected scars Until I smash the mirror. |
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Side B | |||
2. | Balnaa-Kheil the Bleak | 02:40 | Show lyrics |
My nakedness shall not ignite your lust... ...trespasser... Here, at the absolute end of your withered romances Heralds of the Great Jörmungand break at the North Massif And becloud your dwarfish horizon... |
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3. | Rain upon the Impure | 14:34 | Show lyrics |
You who first cast the stone Are you adorned with wings? How could you silently suffer The sight of your dreams’ wreckage? Creature... Your harvest is poor Your soul bleeds Your eyes won’t ever see When the bread is broken Wounds are nailed into your palms You who first cast the stone Where is the splendour That once you wore so proudly? Creature... Your limbs are weak Your path is short Your breath is putrid When the wine is offered Disgust is drying up your throat You who are without sin Who was to block the left hand path When it became the last resort? Actress... Your speech is mute Your tunes are sad Your voice will die down awfully The day heaven laments your failure With noise of rain (lashing down) upon the impure. |
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33:39 |
Rain upon the Impure
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Alexander von Meilenwald | Everything |
Tracks | |||
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1. | 50 Forts Along the Rhine | 13:37 | Show lyrics |
An old failure is redressed Barred is all sight into the West Not to let us foresee what is brewing there Ripple... Silence is deceptive Hooves of iron paw An ancient silent fog To blur our castles’ silhouettes To hide the gathering troops Black fleets explore the northern lines Fifty forts along the Rhine Fuming clefts cross Westphalia Command from Castra Vetera It was late at night when the bugle call resounded And blew forth a red storm To bear squadrons of Southern aggressors Transcending our silent banks now so rageous Ploughing the valleys in slobbering droves Foes in Sugambria! The ancient map is redrawn in blood Led by our once insurmountable waters We learnt that war has become art Within three years of suffering and barbarism Lamentamur Germaniam Inferiorem! The Northern eyesight is extinguished The Western limbs are dead The Southern torso is crippled East cannot defend. |
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2. | Soliloquy of the Stigmatised Shepherd | 15:40 | Show lyrics |
How long have I been wandering uphill? My lord, did you paint these meadows? They are colourless Roar... agonizing distant noise Look at me I kneel down before thee Bow my head Cover my ears Weep... This soil did never alter in two thousand years I wonder if it is you who hunts them - Or are they following me...? This is a burden I was never taught to heave... To you I implore, oh father! Take this noise away from me! Save me! Father, make (of) me the seed for a silent meadow Limp as a doomed horse I resume my way In tears, on chafed limbs There is no herb to be laid Upon the stigmata of immortality’s burden Father, make (of) me the seed for a silent meadow. |
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3. | Rapture | 01:16 | Show lyrics |
"O Head of blood and wounds In pain and deathly scorned Arouse their bliss and rapture With a crown of thorns adorned." |
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4. | Blood Vaults (I - Thy Virginal Malodour) | 15:42 | Show lyrics |
Red moon returns... For the blood that dried on the dungeon walls For centuries of insidious estrangement That witnessed a slow disfigurement of pale faces Unfamiliar with perversions to desecrate Their pious deeds Red moon returns... To rip open the scars of the soul that vowed Laid bare for burning Like a process of moult Sanctified flesh breeds dense crimson fume And reeks... An eerie procession Descending into darkness godforsaken Intoning solemn psalms of sadism and malevolence Sing to sleep tormented bodies that writhe in horror Leave flesh ghastly perished, and screams fading unheard Red moon returns... Lets the mind be swallowed That addicts to claustrophobia Thus it is written in unread books... And may the bells awake the residual days Merely wounds are to be licked That weep with blood, not with wine. |
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5. | Soil of the Incestuous | 16:25 | Show lyrics |
I am The wandering moon and sun The rabbit and the snake The virgin and the rapist My shadow The path of the mind’s eye shall never bifurcate... I enter The church and the graveyard The storms and the rainbows The soul and the flesh My shadow The path of the mind’s eye shall never bifurcate... I suffer The rotten lower skin The wandering moon and sun The sin and altruism My shadow (...painfully roaming the soil of the incestuous...) The bloom will fail to come I wear reflected scars Until I smash the mirror. |
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6. | Balnaa-Kheil the Bleak | 02:40 | Show lyrics |
My nakedness shall not ignite your lust... ...trespasser... Here, at the absolute end of your withered romances Heralds of the Great Jörmungand break at the North Massif And becloud your dwarfish horizon... |
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7. | Rain upon the Impure | 14:34 | Show lyrics |
You who first cast the stone Are you adorned with wings? How could you silently suffer The sight of your dreams’ wreckage? Creature... Your harvest is poor Your soul bleeds Your eyes won’t ever see When the bread is broken Wounds are nailed into your palms You who first cast the stone Where is the splendour That once you wore so proudly? Creature... Your limbs are weak Your path is short Your breath is putrid When the wine is offered Disgust is drying up your throat You who are without sin Who was to block the left hand path When it became the last resort? Actress... Your speech is mute Your tunes are sad Your voice will die down awfully The day heaven laments your failure With noise of rain (lashing down) upon the impure. |
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01:19:54 |
Rain upon the Impure
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Alexander von Meilenwald | Everything |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | 50 Forts Along the Rhine | 13:37 | Show lyrics |
An old failure is redressed Barred is all sight into the West Not to let us foresee what is brewing there Ripple... Silence is deceptive Hooves of iron paw An ancient silent fog To blur our castles’ silhouettes To hide the gathering troops Black fleets explore the northern lines Fifty forts along the Rhine Fuming clefts cross Westphalia Command from Castra Vetera It was late at night when the bugle call resounded And blew forth a red storm To bear squadrons of Southern aggressors Transcending our silent banks now so rageous Ploughing the valleys in slobbering droves Foes in Sugambria! The ancient map is redrawn in blood Led by our once insurmountable waters We learnt that war has become art Within three years of suffering and barbarism Lamentamur Germaniam Inferiorem! The Northern eyesight is extinguished The Western limbs are dead The Southern torso is crippled East cannot defend. |
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2. | Soliloquy of the Stigmatised Shepherd | 15:40 | Show lyrics |
How long have I been wandering uphill? My lord, did you paint these meadows? They are colourless Roar... agonizing distant noise Look at me I kneel down before thee Bow my head Cover my ears Weep... This soil did never alter in two thousand years I wonder if it is you who hunts them - Or are they following me...? This is a burden I was never taught to heave... To you I implore, oh father! Take this noise away from me! Save me! Father, make (of) me the seed for a silent meadow Limp as a doomed horse I resume my way In tears, on chafed limbs There is no herb to be laid Upon the stigmata of immortality’s burden Father, make (of) me the seed for a silent meadow. |
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Side B | |||
3. | Rapture | 01:16 | Show lyrics |
"O Head of blood and wounds In pain and deathly scorned Arouse their bliss and rapture With a crown of thorns adorned." |
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4. | Blood Vaults (I - Thy Virginal Malodour) | 15:42 | Show lyrics |
Red moon returns... For the blood that dried on the dungeon walls For centuries of insidious estrangement That witnessed a slow disfigurement of pale faces Unfamiliar with perversions to desecrate Their pious deeds Red moon returns... To rip open the scars of the soul that vowed Laid bare for burning Like a process of moult Sanctified flesh breeds dense crimson fume And reeks... An eerie procession Descending into darkness godforsaken Intoning solemn psalms of sadism and malevolence Sing to sleep tormented bodies that writhe in horror Leave flesh ghastly perished, and screams fading unheard Red moon returns... Lets the mind be swallowed That addicts to claustrophobia Thus it is written in unread books... And may the bells awake the residual days Merely wounds are to be licked That weep with blood, not with wine. |
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46:15 | |||
Disc 2 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Soil of the Incestuous | 16:25 | Show lyrics |
I am The wandering moon and sun The rabbit and the snake The virgin and the rapist My shadow The path of the mind’s eye shall never bifurcate... I enter The church and the graveyard The storms and the rainbows The soul and the flesh My shadow The path of the mind’s eye shall never bifurcate... I suffer The rotten lower skin The wandering moon and sun The sin and altruism My shadow (...painfully roaming the soil of the incestuous...) The bloom will fail to come I wear reflected scars Until I smash the mirror. |
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Side B | |||
2. | Balnaa-Kheil the Bleak | 02:40 | Show lyrics |
My nakedness shall not ignite your lust... ...trespasser... Here, at the absolute end of your withered romances Heralds of the Great Jörmungand break at the North Massif And becloud your dwarfish horizon... |
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3. | Rain upon the Impure | 14:34 | Show lyrics |
You who first cast the stone Are you adorned with wings? How could you silently suffer The sight of your dreams’ wreckage? Creature... Your harvest is poor Your soul bleeds Your eyes won’t ever see When the bread is broken Wounds are nailed into your palms You who first cast the stone Where is the splendour That once you wore so proudly? Creature... Your limbs are weak Your path is short Your breath is putrid When the wine is offered Disgust is drying up your throat You who are without sin Who was to block the left hand path When it became the last resort? Actress... Your speech is mute Your tunes are sad Your voice will die down awfully The day heaven laments your failure With noise of rain (lashing down) upon the impure. |
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4. | Neverending Day (Unholy cover) | 07:22 | Show lyrics |
From my past into the river of depression Fatefull numbers caught around my way Mutilating my past through eternity Life is like a chinky steel... Twisted branch of life Feed my pain I protect myself behind others dreams Artistic analyse of cruel fate Equilibrium on the stairs of past Stairs painted by blood of my heart Fury lightning inside my head I’m turning towards mysteries of originality The way is blocked by sorrow of emptiness Heroine is locked inside the casket of oblivion Time forgot me in the Circle of Shadows Neverending Way Neverending Day Neverending Pain |
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41:01 |
Rain upon the Impure
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Band members | |
Alexander von Meilenwald | Everything |
Tracks | |||
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1. | 50 Forts Along the Rhine | 13:37 | Show lyrics |
An old failure is redressed Barred is all sight into the West Not to let us foresee what is brewing there Ripple... Silence is deceptive Hooves of iron paw An ancient silent fog To blur our castles’ silhouettes To hide the gathering troops Black fleets explore the northern lines Fifty forts along the Rhine Fuming clefts cross Westphalia Command from Castra Vetera It was late at night when the bugle call resounded And blew forth a red storm To bear squadrons of Southern aggressors Transcending our silent banks now so rageous Ploughing the valleys in slobbering droves Foes in Sugambria! The ancient map is redrawn in blood Led by our once insurmountable waters We learnt that war has become art Within three years of suffering and barbarism Lamentamur Germaniam Inferiorem! The Northern eyesight is extinguished The Western limbs are dead The Southern torso is crippled East cannot defend. |
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2. | Soliloquy of the Stigmatised Shepherd | 15:40 | Show lyrics |
How long have I been wandering uphill? My lord, did you paint these meadows? They are colourless Roar... agonizing distant noise Look at me I kneel down before thee Bow my head Cover my ears Weep... This soil did never alter in two thousand years I wonder if it is you who hunts them - Or are they following me...? This is a burden I was never taught to heave... To you I implore, oh father! Take this noise away from me! Save me! Father, make (of) me the seed for a silent meadow Limp as a doomed horse I resume my way In tears, on chafed limbs There is no herb to be laid Upon the stigmata of immortality’s burden Father, make (of) me the seed for a silent meadow. |
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3. | Rapture | 01:16 | Show lyrics |
"O Head of blood and wounds In pain and deathly scorned Arouse their bliss and rapture With a crown of thorns adorned." |
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4. | Blood Vaults (I - Thy Virginal Malodour) | 15:42 | Show lyrics |
Red moon returns... For the blood that dried on the dungeon walls For centuries of insidious estrangement That witnessed a slow disfigurement of pale faces Unfamiliar with perversions to desecrate Their pious deeds Red moon returns... To rip open the scars of the soul that vowed Laid bare for burning Like a process of moult Sanctified flesh breeds dense crimson fume And reeks... An eerie procession Descending into darkness godforsaken Intoning solemn psalms of sadism and malevolence Sing to sleep tormented bodies that writhe in horror Leave flesh ghastly perished, and screams fading unheard Red moon returns... Lets the mind be swallowed That addicts to claustrophobia Thus it is written in unread books... And may the bells awake the residual days Merely wounds are to be licked That weep with blood, not with wine. |
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5. | Soil of the Incestuous | 16:25 | Show lyrics |
I am The wandering moon and sun The rabbit and the snake The virgin and the rapist My shadow The path of the mind’s eye shall never bifurcate... I enter The church and the graveyard The storms and the rainbows The soul and the flesh My shadow The path of the mind’s eye shall never bifurcate... I suffer The rotten lower skin The wandering moon and sun The sin and altruism My shadow (...painfully roaming the soil of the incestuous...) The bloom will fail to come I wear reflected scars Until I smash the mirror. |
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6. | Balnaa-Kheil the Bleak | 02:40 | Show lyrics |
My nakedness shall not ignite your lust... ...trespasser... Here, at the absolute end of your withered romances Heralds of the Great Jörmungand break at the North Massif And becloud your dwarfish horizon... |
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7. | Rain upon the Impure | 14:34 | Show lyrics |
You who first cast the stone Are you adorned with wings? How could you silently suffer The sight of your dreams’ wreckage? Creature... Your harvest is poor Your soul bleeds Your eyes won’t ever see When the bread is broken Wounds are nailed into your palms You who first cast the stone Where is the splendour That once you wore so proudly? Creature... Your limbs are weak Your path is short Your breath is putrid When the wine is offered Disgust is drying up your throat You who are without sin Who was to block the left hand path When it became the last resort? Actress... Your speech is mute Your tunes are sad Your voice will die down awfully The day heaven laments your failure With noise of rain (lashing down) upon the impure. |
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01:19:54 |
Rain upon the Impure
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Alexander von Meilenwald | Everything |
Tracks | |||
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1. | 50 Forts Along the Rhine | 13:37 | Show lyrics |
An old failure is redressed Barred is all sight into the West Not to let us foresee what is brewing there Ripple... Silence is deceptive Hooves of iron paw An ancient silent fog To blur our castles’ silhouettes To hide the gathering troops Black fleets explore the northern lines Fifty forts along the Rhine Fuming clefts cross Westphalia Command from Castra Vetera It was late at night when the bugle call resounded And blew forth a red storm To bear squadrons of Southern aggressors Transcending our silent banks now so rageous Ploughing the valleys in slobbering droves Foes in Sugambria! The ancient map is redrawn in blood Led by our once insurmountable waters We learnt that war has become art Within three years of suffering and barbarism Lamentamur Germaniam Inferiorem! The Northern eyesight is extinguished The Western limbs are dead The Southern torso is crippled East cannot defend. |
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2. | Soliloquy of the Stigmatised Shepherd | 15:40 | Show lyrics |
How long have I been wandering uphill? My lord, did you paint these meadows? They are colourless Roar... agonizing distant noise Look at me I kneel down before thee Bow my head Cover my ears Weep... This soil did never alter in two thousand years I wonder if it is you who hunts them - Or are they following me...? This is a burden I was never taught to heave... To you I implore, oh father! Take this noise away from me! Save me! Father, make (of) me the seed for a silent meadow Limp as a doomed horse I resume my way In tears, on chafed limbs There is no herb to be laid Upon the stigmata of immortality’s burden Father, make (of) me the seed for a silent meadow. |
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3. | Rapture | 01:16 | Show lyrics |
"O Head of blood and wounds In pain and deathly scorned Arouse their bliss and rapture With a crown of thorns adorned." |
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4. | Blood Vaults (I - Thy Virginal Malodour) | 15:42 | Show lyrics |
Red moon returns... For the blood that dried on the dungeon walls For centuries of insidious estrangement That witnessed a slow disfigurement of pale faces Unfamiliar with perversions to desecrate Their pious deeds Red moon returns... To rip open the scars of the soul that vowed Laid bare for burning Like a process of moult Sanctified flesh breeds dense crimson fume And reeks... An eerie procession Descending into darkness godforsaken Intoning solemn psalms of sadism and malevolence Sing to sleep tormented bodies that writhe in horror Leave flesh ghastly perished, and screams fading unheard Red moon returns... Lets the mind be swallowed That addicts to claustrophobia Thus it is written in unread books... And may the bells awake the residual days Merely wounds are to be licked That weep with blood, not with wine. |
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5. | Soil of the Incestuous | 16:25 | Show lyrics |
I am The wandering moon and sun The rabbit and the snake The virgin and the rapist My shadow The path of the mind’s eye shall never bifurcate... I enter The church and the graveyard The storms and the rainbows The soul and the flesh My shadow The path of the mind’s eye shall never bifurcate... I suffer The rotten lower skin The wandering moon and sun The sin and altruism My shadow (...painfully roaming the soil of the incestuous...) The bloom will fail to come I wear reflected scars Until I smash the mirror. |
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6. | Balnaa-Kheil the Bleak | 02:40 | Show lyrics |
My nakedness shall not ignite your lust... ...trespasser... Here, at the absolute end of your withered romances Heralds of the Great Jörmungand break at the North Massif And becloud your dwarfish horizon... |
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7. | Rain upon the Impure | 14:34 | Show lyrics |
You who first cast the stone Are you adorned with wings? How could you silently suffer The sight of your dreams’ wreckage? Creature... Your harvest is poor Your soul bleeds Your eyes won’t ever see When the bread is broken Wounds are nailed into your palms You who first cast the stone Where is the splendour That once you wore so proudly? Creature... Your limbs are weak Your path is short Your breath is putrid When the wine is offered Disgust is drying up your throat You who are without sin Who was to block the left hand path When it became the last resort? Actress... Your speech is mute Your tunes are sad Your voice will die down awfully The day heaven laments your failure With noise of rain (lashing down) upon the impure. |
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01:19:54 |
Urfaust / The Ruins of Beverast
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The Ruins of Beverast | |
Alexander von Meilenwald | Everything |
Urfaust | |
VRDRBR | Drums |
IX | Guitars, Vocals |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Urfaust - Vom Geist der Schwere | 04:40 | Show lyrics |
Original (Dutch) lyrics by Gwydion Sagelinge The Thorn of Abundance drowns me in the nectar of the ultimate evil, In which the human dies and the demon awakens. Between demolished graves and burned crosses at gods field, As of where the Evil Eye tells the future. No salvation visible, The holy water undrinkable to those with a soul, That has not been woven in a web of hell. The Dark One approaches me with the Chalice of Oblivion, Of which I drink and makes me invincible. If I leave the mercy of mankind to the Devilish Word, Lee will die at the end of the rainbow. No treasure for you as promised, Just a deep wound in the cosmos. When the magic dies with you, And those that lick the ass of god, Hope their enemy does not inherit this power. |
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Side B | |||
2. | The Ruins of Beverast - The Moselle Enigma... Is a Tale About All That Frightens Man | 06:34 | Show lyrics |
When descending to the medieval vilage He was like the moon That casts on the alleys a sinister gloom A floating appearance - the redeemer is limping Through magnificent aura bad faith is sinking So’ let the fane be raised within one Saturnine night! Blasphemy! The blessed cremation of the heading believer Lets reek ascend above moonlit roofs and alleys And so benumbing is the stroke of the village knell Call forth his wrath! Perpetual fear Of the ruined arches Of the giant knell Of Him. Ite, missa, est. |
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11:14 |
Urfaust / The Ruins of Beverast
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
The Ruins of Beverast | |
Alexander von Meilenwald | Everything |
Urfaust | |
VRDRBR | Drums |
IX | Guitars, Vocals |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Urfaust - Vom Geist der Schwere | 04:40 | Show lyrics |
Original (Dutch) lyrics by Gwydion Sagelinge The Thorn of Abundance drowns me in the nectar of the ultimate evil, In which the human dies and the demon awakens. Between demolished graves and burned crosses at gods field, As of where the Evil Eye tells the future. No salvation visible, The holy water undrinkable to those with a soul, That has not been woven in a web of hell. The Dark One approaches me with the Chalice of Oblivion, Of which I drink and makes me invincible. If I leave the mercy of mankind to the Devilish Word, Lee will die at the end of the rainbow. No treasure for you as promised, Just a deep wound in the cosmos. When the magic dies with you, And those that lick the ass of god, Hope their enemy does not inherit this power. |
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Side B | |||
2. | The Ruins of Beverast - The Moselle Enigma... Is a Tale About All That Frightens Man | 06:34 | Show lyrics |
When descending to the medieval vilage He was like the moon That casts on the alleys a sinister gloom A floating appearance - the redeemer is limping Through magnificent aura bad faith is sinking So’ let the fane be raised within one Saturnine night! Blasphemy! The blessed cremation of the heading believer Lets reek ascend above moonlit roofs and alleys And so benumbing is the stroke of the village knell Call forth his wrath! Perpetual fear Of the ruined arches Of the giant knell Of Him. Ite, missa, est. |
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11:14 |
Foulest Semen of a Sheltered Elite
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Alexander von Meilenwald | Everything |
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1. | I Raised This Stone as a Ghastly Memorial | 10:31 | Show lyrics |
I ceremonially predicted your distress I raised this stone as a ghastly memorial It has not been visited by the sun Not been carved with an iron knife Let no man lay it bare While the waning moon wanders Let not misled men remove it. |
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2. | ᚨᛚᚢ | 00:51 | Show lyrics |
Per lapidis hoc signum Fugiat procul omne malignum. |
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3. | God’s Ensanguined Bestiaries | 08:33 | Show lyrics |
Immemorial parchment skin... what horror fills your scrolls! All exegeses of the foulest words failed to proclaim what your lines unfold In darkest chambers of celestial dust All despondency found a written word Out of silent elysian libraries Emerged God’s ensanguined bestiaries... Pictured occidental beasts, aeons of filthiest glory, liquefied in sacred ink Those impure fables seem to ruefully conceal a primordial holy instinct Ancestors ruined descendants In Amok against all wisdom and salvation Eschatological testimonies Composed God’s ensanguined bestiaries... Furthermore is there a beast named man Thereof tells God Whose peculiarities are threefold Covering the tracks of his atrocities Storming onwards with his eyes closed Raised and extinguished As the fifth shame (from last)! It was not spoken well of man... Soiled, unregarded tapestries Faded, salvational calligraphies Out of elysian libraries God’s ensanguined bestiaries. |
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4. | Mount Sinai Moloch | 12:27 | Show lyrics |
If thou... still creeping Beheld us... still dreading Thy sinister heights Thou’d stand as a mere rock for us indeed, A moloch for worms A colossal artefact Guardian and denouncer of the weak Yet... In pristine and eerie beauty thoud dwell Trumpets... resounding with cacophony And smoke... effusing venom Now ascending Mount Sinai Whose bounds are trampled down Since heaped up with the sands of time Outlived as a moloch for worms Outlived as a colossal artefact Monument and monolith of oblivion Here... In profane and moribund solitude thou shall vegetate Imperishably. |
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5. | Transcending Saturnine Iericho Skies | 00:46 | Show lyrics |
(Instrumental) And it shall come to pass, That when they make a long blast with the ram’s horn, And when ye hear the sound of the trumpet, All the people shall shout with a great shout; And the wall of the city shall fall down flat, And the people shall ascend up every man straight before him. |
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6. | Kain’s Countenance Fell | 08:37 | Show lyrics |
None of my words is adorned with devoutness And I do not endeavour to rule over sin She lurks... and blemishes me with unbearable disgrace Tearfully attempt though to debar me from rising up against thee For you bear a void grandeur before a void idol Vox sanguinis fratris tui clamat ad me de terra! Abel... what is this blood on my hands? ...where have I been? My punishment is greater than I can bear. Vox sanguinis fratris tui clamat ad me de terra! |
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7. | The Restless Mills | 12:09 | Show lyrics |
Earth’s hell was a pit of fuming furnaces Firing cauldrons of blood Moving monstrous wheels Where the air was stale from foul belief In a shadow, so faint - yet salaciously desired ... to be that of god... to reach into these naked depths And shaped in soot... a silhouette Of outstretched arms and torso At a giant cross... A desperate view onto the restless mills That grind... grind... grind... Jahwe, you were the breeder of a pest cocoon And whatever your gift was - Dreadful were the mills that crushed it. |
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8. | Theriak - Baal - Theriak | 01:22 | Show lyrics |
(Instrumental) And then he fell, and darkness crept across his eyes, And atrocious arch pounced into his mouth, and all through ran the brazen lance, Deep inside beyond the brain, splitting the white bones. Expelled were the teeth, both eyes filled with blood, Spouted wide out of mouth and nostrils, and death’s black fume surrounded him. As if rabid wolves lunge at lambs and goats, and wrest them away from the flock, That is scattered in the mountains due to the shepherds ignorance; Those, beholding these, immediatly mob them and lacerate them, these timorous beings... Thus lunged Theriak at Baal. |
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9. | Blood Vaults (II - Our Despots Cleanse the Levant) | 09:19 | Show lyrics |
Our bluster and catapults shatter the holy Holy Lands Blessed with a warm psalm of apostolic propaganda That captures our hearts Between insurmountable city walls and sanctified sodomy Outremer... Four flags are flown withouth a triumph! As we forfeited our North to some cryptic enemies Reinterpret now the sermon to attack dispensable allies Let o thy imperial command be a battle cry to the occident Suspicious we are, yet so spiritually armed O dreadful bereavement! This carnage in your honour, and against an impure Palestine... Under siege... Bless your blood, Franconian cannibals! Catholic conqueroar ascends in Latin harbours Old manoeuvres now misled and undermined An eye for an eye Feast upon heretical gore and orthodox cannon fodder Crusaders... Raise the Golden Horn to the conflagration ahead! O majestic ironhand of doom Have you received our immolation? Let our deeds bequeath a martial dogma to our descendants: Our despots cleanse(d) the Levant! |
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10. | Arcane Pharmakon Messiah | 15:14 | Show lyrics |
The giant excrement accumulation still awaits mine My fetid, pestilent, venomous faces Prepared to devour all, but not yet willing Not sufficiently mortal I should rapidly unmask what breeds this gleam within me A lure for the beast ...to creep ahead ...to bleed, to howl ...to exult ...to mutilate the mind This is a futile, miniature moment... again And an atrocious castigation that befalls me For a peek out of the crypt I decipt the realm as kingless Where all semen is foul, omnivorous, suicidal I demand a Messiah! Pathetically faint burns this flame of awarness When the grand, imminent bereavement Leaves me suddenly bereft ...bereft of a dominion ...bereft of air and voice ...bereft of my piss ...bereft. |
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01:19:49 |
Foulest Semen of a Sheltered Elite
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Alexander von Meilenwald | Everything |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | I Raised This Stone as a Ghastly Memorial | 10:31 | Show lyrics |
I ceremonially predicted your distress I raised this stone as a ghastly memorial It has not been visited by the sun Not been carved with an iron knife Let no man lay it bare While the waning moon wanders Let not misled men remove it. |
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2. | ᚨᛚᚢ | 00:51 | Show lyrics |
Per lapidis hoc signum Fugiat procul omne malignum. |
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3. | God’s Ensanguined Bestiaries | 08:33 | Show lyrics |
Immemorial parchment skin... what horror fills your scrolls! All exegeses of the foulest words failed to proclaim what your lines unfold In darkest chambers of celestial dust All despondency found a written word Out of silent elysian libraries Emerged God’s ensanguined bestiaries... Pictured occidental beasts, aeons of filthiest glory, liquefied in sacred ink Those impure fables seem to ruefully conceal a primordial holy instinct Ancestors ruined descendants In Amok against all wisdom and salvation Eschatological testimonies Composed God’s ensanguined bestiaries... Furthermore is there a beast named man Thereof tells God Whose peculiarities are threefold Covering the tracks of his atrocities Storming onwards with his eyes closed Raised and extinguished As the fifth shame (from last)! It was not spoken well of man... Soiled, unregarded tapestries Faded, salvational calligraphies Out of elysian libraries God’s ensanguined bestiaries. |
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Side B | |||
4. | Mount Sinai Moloch | 12:27 | Show lyrics |
If thou... still creeping Beheld us... still dreading Thy sinister heights Thou’d stand as a mere rock for us indeed, A moloch for worms A colossal artefact Guardian and denouncer of the weak Yet... In pristine and eerie beauty thoud dwell Trumpets... resounding with cacophony And smoke... effusing venom Now ascending Mount Sinai Whose bounds are trampled down Since heaped up with the sands of time Outlived as a moloch for worms Outlived as a colossal artefact Monument and monolith of oblivion Here... In profane and moribund solitude thou shall vegetate Imperishably. |
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5. | Transcending Saturnine Iericho Skies | 00:46 | Show lyrics |
(Instrumental) And it shall come to pass, That when they make a long blast with the ram’s horn, And when ye hear the sound of the trumpet, All the people shall shout with a great shout; And the wall of the city shall fall down flat, And the people shall ascend up every man straight before him. |
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6. | Kain’s Countenance Fell | 08:37 | Show lyrics |
None of my words is adorned with devoutness And I do not endeavour to rule over sin She lurks... and blemishes me with unbearable disgrace Tearfully attempt though to debar me from rising up against thee For you bear a void grandeur before a void idol Vox sanguinis fratris tui clamat ad me de terra! Abel... what is this blood on my hands? ...where have I been? My punishment is greater than I can bear. Vox sanguinis fratris tui clamat ad me de terra! |
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41:45 | |||
Disc 2 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | The Restless Mills | 12:09 | Show lyrics |
Earth’s hell was a pit of fuming furnaces Firing cauldrons of blood Moving monstrous wheels Where the air was stale from foul belief In a shadow, so faint - yet salaciously desired ... to be that of god... to reach into these naked depths And shaped in soot... a silhouette Of outstretched arms and torso At a giant cross... A desperate view onto the restless mills That grind... grind... grind... Jahwe, you were the breeder of a pest cocoon And whatever your gift was - Dreadful were the mills that crushed it. |
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2. | Theriak - Baal - Theriak | 01:22 | Show lyrics |
(Instrumental) And then he fell, and darkness crept across his eyes, And atrocious arch pounced into his mouth, and all through ran the brazen lance, Deep inside beyond the brain, splitting the white bones. Expelled were the teeth, both eyes filled with blood, Spouted wide out of mouth and nostrils, and death’s black fume surrounded him. As if rabid wolves lunge at lambs and goats, and wrest them away from the flock, That is scattered in the mountains due to the shepherds ignorance; Those, beholding these, immediatly mob them and lacerate them, these timorous beings... Thus lunged Theriak at Baal. |
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3. | Blood Vaults (II - Our Despots Cleanse the Levant) | 09:19 | Show lyrics |
Our bluster and catapults shatter the holy Holy Lands Blessed with a warm psalm of apostolic propaganda That captures our hearts Between insurmountable city walls and sanctified sodomy Outremer... Four flags are flown withouth a triumph! As we forfeited our North to some cryptic enemies Reinterpret now the sermon to attack dispensable allies Let o thy imperial command be a battle cry to the occident Suspicious we are, yet so spiritually armed O dreadful bereavement! This carnage in your honour, and against an impure Palestine... Under siege... Bless your blood, Franconian cannibals! Catholic conqueroar ascends in Latin harbours Old manoeuvres now misled and undermined An eye for an eye Feast upon heretical gore and orthodox cannon fodder Crusaders... Raise the Golden Horn to the conflagration ahead! O majestic ironhand of doom Have you received our immolation? Let our deeds bequeath a martial dogma to our descendants: Our despots cleanse(d) the Levant! |
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Side B | |||
4. | Arcane Pharmakon Messiah | 15:14 | Show lyrics |
The giant excrement accumulation still awaits mine My fetid, pestilent, venomous faces Prepared to devour all, but not yet willing Not sufficiently mortal I should rapidly unmask what breeds this gleam within me A lure for the beast ...to creep ahead ...to bleed, to howl ...to exult ...to mutilate the mind This is a futile, miniature moment... again And an atrocious castigation that befalls me For a peek out of the crypt I decipt the realm as kingless Where all semen is foul, omnivorous, suicidal I demand a Messiah! Pathetically faint burns this flame of awarness When the grand, imminent bereavement Leaves me suddenly bereft ...bereft of a dominion ...bereft of air and voice ...bereft of my piss ...bereft. |
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5. | Where the Serpents Ever Dwell (Tiamat cover) | 09:14 | |
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47:18 |
Foulest Semen of a Sheltered Elite
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Original line-up | |
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Alexander von Meilenwald | Everything |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 (Vinyl) | |||
Side A | |||
1. | I Raised This Stone as a Ghastly Memorial | 10:31 | Show lyrics |
I ceremonially predicted your distress I raised this stone as a ghastly memorial It has not been visited by the sun Not been carved with an iron knife Let no man lay it bare While the waning moon wanders Let not misled men remove it. |
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2. | ᚨᛚᚢ | 00:51 | Show lyrics |
Per lapidis hoc signum Fugiat procul omne malignum. |
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3. | God’s Ensanguined Bestiaries | 08:33 | Show lyrics |
Immemorial parchment skin... what horror fills your scrolls! All exegeses of the foulest words failed to proclaim what your lines unfold In darkest chambers of celestial dust All despondency found a written word Out of silent elysian libraries Emerged God’s ensanguined bestiaries... Pictured occidental beasts, aeons of filthiest glory, liquefied in sacred ink Those impure fables seem to ruefully conceal a primordial holy instinct Ancestors ruined descendants In Amok against all wisdom and salvation Eschatological testimonies Composed God’s ensanguined bestiaries... Furthermore is there a beast named man Thereof tells God Whose peculiarities are threefold Covering the tracks of his atrocities Storming onwards with his eyes closed Raised and extinguished As the fifth shame (from last)! It was not spoken well of man... Soiled, unregarded tapestries Faded, salvational calligraphies Out of elysian libraries God’s ensanguined bestiaries. |
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Side B | |||
4. | Mount Sinai Moloch | 12:27 | Show lyrics |
If thou... still creeping Beheld us... still dreading Thy sinister heights Thou’d stand as a mere rock for us indeed, A moloch for worms A colossal artefact Guardian and denouncer of the weak Yet... In pristine and eerie beauty thoud dwell Trumpets... resounding with cacophony And smoke... effusing venom Now ascending Mount Sinai Whose bounds are trampled down Since heaped up with the sands of time Outlived as a moloch for worms Outlived as a colossal artefact Monument and monolith of oblivion Here... In profane and moribund solitude thou shall vegetate Imperishably. |
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5. | Transcending Saturnine Iericho Skies | 00:46 | Show lyrics |
(Instrumental) And it shall come to pass, That when they make a long blast with the ram’s horn, And when ye hear the sound of the trumpet, All the people shall shout with a great shout; And the wall of the city shall fall down flat, And the people shall ascend up every man straight before him. |
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6. | Kain’s Countenance Fell | 08:37 | Show lyrics |
None of my words is adorned with devoutness And I do not endeavour to rule over sin She lurks... and blemishes me with unbearable disgrace Tearfully attempt though to debar me from rising up against thee For you bear a void grandeur before a void idol Vox sanguinis fratris tui clamat ad me de terra! Abel... what is this blood on my hands? ...where have I been? My punishment is greater than I can bear. Vox sanguinis fratris tui clamat ad me de terra! |
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Disc 2 (Vinyl) | |||
Side A | |||
1. | The Restless Mills | 12:09 | Show lyrics |
Earth’s hell was a pit of fuming furnaces Firing cauldrons of blood Moving monstrous wheels Where the air was stale from foul belief In a shadow, so faint - yet salaciously desired ... to be that of god... to reach into these naked depths And shaped in soot... a silhouette Of outstretched arms and torso At a giant cross... A desperate view onto the restless mills That grind... grind... grind... Jahwe, you were the breeder of a pest cocoon And whatever your gift was - Dreadful were the mills that crushed it. |
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2. | Theriak - Baal - Theriak | 01:22 | Show lyrics |
(Instrumental) And then he fell, and darkness crept across his eyes, And atrocious arch pounced into his mouth, and all through ran the brazen lance, Deep inside beyond the brain, splitting the white bones. Expelled were the teeth, both eyes filled with blood, Spouted wide out of mouth and nostrils, and death’s black fume surrounded him. As if rabid wolves lunge at lambs and goats, and wrest them away from the flock, That is scattered in the mountains due to the shepherds ignorance; Those, beholding these, immediatly mob them and lacerate them, these timorous beings... Thus lunged Theriak at Baal. |
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3. | Blood Vaults (II - Our Despots Cleanse the Levant) | 09:19 | Show lyrics |
Our bluster and catapults shatter the holy Holy Lands Blessed with a warm psalm of apostolic propaganda That captures our hearts Between insurmountable city walls and sanctified sodomy Outremer... Four flags are flown withouth a triumph! As we forfeited our North to some cryptic enemies Reinterpret now the sermon to attack dispensable allies Let o thy imperial command be a battle cry to the occident Suspicious we are, yet so spiritually armed O dreadful bereavement! This carnage in your honour, and against an impure Palestine... Under siege... Bless your blood, Franconian cannibals! Catholic conqueroar ascends in Latin harbours Old manoeuvres now misled and undermined An eye for an eye Feast upon heretical gore and orthodox cannon fodder Crusaders... Raise the Golden Horn to the conflagration ahead! O majestic ironhand of doom Have you received our immolation? Let our deeds bequeath a martial dogma to our descendants: Our despots cleanse(d) the Levant! |
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Side B | |||
4. | Arcane Pharmakon Messiah | 15:14 | Show lyrics |
The giant excrement accumulation still awaits mine My fetid, pestilent, venomous faces Prepared to devour all, but not yet willing Not sufficiently mortal I should rapidly unmask what breeds this gleam within me A lure for the beast ...to creep ahead ...to bleed, to howl ...to exult ...to mutilate the mind This is a futile, miniature moment... again And an atrocious castigation that befalls me For a peek out of the crypt I decipt the realm as kingless Where all semen is foul, omnivorous, suicidal I demand a Messiah! Pathetically faint burns this flame of awarness When the grand, imminent bereavement Leaves me suddenly bereft ...bereft of a dominion ...bereft of air and voice ...bereft of my piss ...bereft. |
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5. | Where the Serpents Ever Dwell (Tiamat cover) | 09:14 | |
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Disc 3 (CD) | |||
1. | I Raised This Stone as a Ghastly Memorial | 10:31 | Show lyrics |
I ceremonially predicted your distress I raised this stone as a ghastly memorial It has not been visited by the sun Not been carved with an iron knife Let no man lay it bare While the waning moon wanders Let not misled men remove it. |
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2. | ᚨᛚᚢ | 00:51 | Show lyrics |
Per lapidis hoc signum Fugiat procul omne malignum. |
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3. | God’s Ensanguined Bestiaries | 08:33 | Show lyrics |
Immemorial parchment skin... what horror fills your scrolls! All exegeses of the foulest words failed to proclaim what your lines unfold In darkest chambers of celestial dust All despondency found a written word Out of silent elysian libraries Emerged God’s ensanguined bestiaries... Pictured occidental beasts, aeons of filthiest glory, liquefied in sacred ink Those impure fables seem to ruefully conceal a primordial holy instinct Ancestors ruined descendants In Amok against all wisdom and salvation Eschatological testimonies Composed God’s ensanguined bestiaries... Furthermore is there a beast named man Thereof tells God Whose peculiarities are threefold Covering the tracks of his atrocities Storming onwards with his eyes closed Raised and extinguished As the fifth shame (from last)! It was not spoken well of man... Soiled, unregarded tapestries Faded, salvational calligraphies Out of elysian libraries God’s ensanguined bestiaries. |
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4. | Mount Sinai Moloch | 12:27 | Show lyrics |
If thou... still creeping Beheld us... still dreading Thy sinister heights Thou’d stand as a mere rock for us indeed, A moloch for worms A colossal artefact Guardian and denouncer of the weak Yet... In pristine and eerie beauty thoud dwell Trumpets... resounding with cacophony And smoke... effusing venom Now ascending Mount Sinai Whose bounds are trampled down Since heaped up with the sands of time Outlived as a moloch for worms Outlived as a colossal artefact Monument and monolith of oblivion Here... In profane and moribund solitude thou shall vegetate Imperishably. |
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5. | Transcending Saturnine Iericho Skies | 00:46 | Show lyrics |
(Instrumental) And it shall come to pass, That when they make a long blast with the ram’s horn, And when ye hear the sound of the trumpet, All the people shall shout with a great shout; And the wall of the city shall fall down flat, And the people shall ascend up every man straight before him. |
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6. | Kain’s Countenance Fell | 08:37 | Show lyrics |
None of my words is adorned with devoutness And I do not endeavour to rule over sin She lurks... and blemishes me with unbearable disgrace Tearfully attempt though to debar me from rising up against thee For you bear a void grandeur before a void idol Vox sanguinis fratris tui clamat ad me de terra! Abel... what is this blood on my hands? ...where have I been? My punishment is greater than I can bear. Vox sanguinis fratris tui clamat ad me de terra! |
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7. | The Restless Mills | 12:09 | Show lyrics |
Earth’s hell was a pit of fuming furnaces Firing cauldrons of blood Moving monstrous wheels Where the air was stale from foul belief In a shadow, so faint - yet salaciously desired ... to be that of god... to reach into these naked depths And shaped in soot... a silhouette Of outstretched arms and torso At a giant cross... A desperate view onto the restless mills That grind... grind... grind... Jahwe, you were the breeder of a pest cocoon And whatever your gift was - Dreadful were the mills that crushed it. |
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8. | Theriak - Baal - Theriak | 01:22 | Show lyrics |
(Instrumental) And then he fell, and darkness crept across his eyes, And atrocious arch pounced into his mouth, and all through ran the brazen lance, Deep inside beyond the brain, splitting the white bones. Expelled were the teeth, both eyes filled with blood, Spouted wide out of mouth and nostrils, and death’s black fume surrounded him. As if rabid wolves lunge at lambs and goats, and wrest them away from the flock, That is scattered in the mountains due to the shepherds ignorance; Those, beholding these, immediatly mob them and lacerate them, these timorous beings... Thus lunged Theriak at Baal. |
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9. | Blood Vaults (II - Our Despots Cleanse the Levant) | 09:19 | Show lyrics |
Our bluster and catapults shatter the holy Holy Lands Blessed with a warm psalm of apostolic propaganda That captures our hearts Between insurmountable city walls and sanctified sodomy Outremer... Four flags are flown withouth a triumph! As we forfeited our North to some cryptic enemies Reinterpret now the sermon to attack dispensable allies Let o thy imperial command be a battle cry to the occident Suspicious we are, yet so spiritually armed O dreadful bereavement! This carnage in your honour, and against an impure Palestine... Under siege... Bless your blood, Franconian cannibals! Catholic conqueroar ascends in Latin harbours Old manoeuvres now misled and undermined An eye for an eye Feast upon heretical gore and orthodox cannon fodder Crusaders... Raise the Golden Horn to the conflagration ahead! O majestic ironhand of doom Have you received our immolation? Let our deeds bequeath a martial dogma to our descendants: Our despots cleanse(d) the Levant! |
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10. | Arcane Pharmakon Messiah | 15:14 | Show lyrics |
The giant excrement accumulation still awaits mine My fetid, pestilent, venomous faces Prepared to devour all, but not yet willing Not sufficiently mortal I should rapidly unmask what breeds this gleam within me A lure for the beast ...to creep ahead ...to bleed, to howl ...to exult ...to mutilate the mind This is a futile, miniature moment... again And an atrocious castigation that befalls me For a peek out of the crypt I decipt the realm as kingless Where all semen is foul, omnivorous, suicidal I demand a Messiah! Pathetically faint burns this flame of awarness When the grand, imminent bereavement Leaves me suddenly bereft ...bereft of a dominion ...bereft of air and voice ...bereft of my piss ...bereft. |
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01:19:49 |
Foulest Semen of a Sheltered Elite
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Alexander von Meilenwald | Everything |
Tracks | |||
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1. | I Raised This Stone as a Ghastly Memorial | 10:31 | Show lyrics |
I ceremonially predicted your distress I raised this stone as a ghastly memorial It has not been visited by the sun Not been carved with an iron knife Let no man lay it bare While the waning moon wanders Let not misled men remove it. |
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2. | ᚨᛚᚢ | 00:51 | Show lyrics |
Per lapidis hoc signum Fugiat procul omne malignum. |
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3. | God’s Ensanguined Bestiaries | 08:33 | Show lyrics |
Immemorial parchment skin... what horror fills your scrolls! All exegeses of the foulest words failed to proclaim what your lines unfold In darkest chambers of celestial dust All despondency found a written word Out of silent elysian libraries Emerged God’s ensanguined bestiaries... Pictured occidental beasts, aeons of filthiest glory, liquefied in sacred ink Those impure fables seem to ruefully conceal a primordial holy instinct Ancestors ruined descendants In Amok against all wisdom and salvation Eschatological testimonies Composed God’s ensanguined bestiaries... Furthermore is there a beast named man Thereof tells God Whose peculiarities are threefold Covering the tracks of his atrocities Storming onwards with his eyes closed Raised and extinguished As the fifth shame (from last)! It was not spoken well of man... Soiled, unregarded tapestries Faded, salvational calligraphies Out of elysian libraries God’s ensanguined bestiaries. |
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4. | Mount Sinai Moloch | 12:27 | Show lyrics |
If thou... still creeping Beheld us... still dreading Thy sinister heights Thou’d stand as a mere rock for us indeed, A moloch for worms A colossal artefact Guardian and denouncer of the weak Yet... In pristine and eerie beauty thoud dwell Trumpets... resounding with cacophony And smoke... effusing venom Now ascending Mount Sinai Whose bounds are trampled down Since heaped up with the sands of time Outlived as a moloch for worms Outlived as a colossal artefact Monument and monolith of oblivion Here... In profane and moribund solitude thou shall vegetate Imperishably. |
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5. | Transcending Saturnine Iericho Skies | 00:46 | Show lyrics |
(Instrumental) And it shall come to pass, That when they make a long blast with the ram’s horn, And when ye hear the sound of the trumpet, All the people shall shout with a great shout; And the wall of the city shall fall down flat, And the people shall ascend up every man straight before him. |
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6. | Kain’s Countenance Fell | 08:37 | Show lyrics |
None of my words is adorned with devoutness And I do not endeavour to rule over sin She lurks... and blemishes me with unbearable disgrace Tearfully attempt though to debar me from rising up against thee For you bear a void grandeur before a void idol Vox sanguinis fratris tui clamat ad me de terra! Abel... what is this blood on my hands? ...where have I been? My punishment is greater than I can bear. Vox sanguinis fratris tui clamat ad me de terra! |
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7. | The Restless Mills | 12:09 | Show lyrics |
Earth’s hell was a pit of fuming furnaces Firing cauldrons of blood Moving monstrous wheels Where the air was stale from foul belief In a shadow, so faint - yet salaciously desired ... to be that of god... to reach into these naked depths And shaped in soot... a silhouette Of outstretched arms and torso At a giant cross... A desperate view onto the restless mills That grind... grind... grind... Jahwe, you were the breeder of a pest cocoon And whatever your gift was - Dreadful were the mills that crushed it. |
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8. | Theriak - Baal - Theriak | 01:22 | Show lyrics |
(Instrumental) And then he fell, and darkness crept across his eyes, And atrocious arch pounced into his mouth, and all through ran the brazen lance, Deep inside beyond the brain, splitting the white bones. Expelled were the teeth, both eyes filled with blood, Spouted wide out of mouth and nostrils, and death’s black fume surrounded him. As if rabid wolves lunge at lambs and goats, and wrest them away from the flock, That is scattered in the mountains due to the shepherds ignorance; Those, beholding these, immediatly mob them and lacerate them, these timorous beings... Thus lunged Theriak at Baal. |
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9. | Blood Vaults (II - Our Despots Cleanse the Levant) | 09:19 | Show lyrics |
Our bluster and catapults shatter the holy Holy Lands Blessed with a warm psalm of apostolic propaganda That captures our hearts Between insurmountable city walls and sanctified sodomy Outremer... Four flags are flown withouth a triumph! As we forfeited our North to some cryptic enemies Reinterpret now the sermon to attack dispensable allies Let o thy imperial command be a battle cry to the occident Suspicious we are, yet so spiritually armed O dreadful bereavement! This carnage in your honour, and against an impure Palestine... Under siege... Bless your blood, Franconian cannibals! Catholic conqueroar ascends in Latin harbours Old manoeuvres now misled and undermined An eye for an eye Feast upon heretical gore and orthodox cannon fodder Crusaders... Raise the Golden Horn to the conflagration ahead! O majestic ironhand of doom Have you received our immolation? Let our deeds bequeath a martial dogma to our descendants: Our despots cleanse(d) the Levant! |
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10. | Arcane Pharmakon Messiah | 15:14 | Show lyrics |
The giant excrement accumulation still awaits mine My fetid, pestilent, venomous faces Prepared to devour all, but not yet willing Not sufficiently mortal I should rapidly unmask what breeds this gleam within me A lure for the beast ...to creep ahead ...to bleed, to howl ...to exult ...to mutilate the mind This is a futile, miniature moment... again And an atrocious castigation that befalls me For a peek out of the crypt I decipt the realm as kingless Where all semen is foul, omnivorous, suicidal I demand a Messiah! Pathetically faint burns this flame of awarness When the grand, imminent bereavement Leaves me suddenly bereft ...bereft of a dominion ...bereft of air and voice ...bereft of my piss ...bereft. |
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01:19:49 |
Foulest Semen of a Sheltered Elite
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Alexander von Meilenwald | Everything |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | I Raised This Stone as a Ghastly Memorial | 10:31 | Show lyrics |
I ceremonially predicted your distress I raised this stone as a ghastly memorial It has not been visited by the sun Not been carved with an iron knife Let no man lay it bare While the waning moon wanders Let not misled men remove it. |
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2. | ᚨᛚᚢ | 00:51 | Show lyrics |
Per lapidis hoc signum Fugiat procul omne malignum. |
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3. | God’s Ensanguined Bestiaries | 08:33 | Show lyrics |
Immemorial parchment skin... what horror fills your scrolls! All exegeses of the foulest words failed to proclaim what your lines unfold In darkest chambers of celestial dust All despondency found a written word Out of silent elysian libraries Emerged God’s ensanguined bestiaries... Pictured occidental beasts, aeons of filthiest glory, liquefied in sacred ink Those impure fables seem to ruefully conceal a primordial holy instinct Ancestors ruined descendants In Amok against all wisdom and salvation Eschatological testimonies Composed God’s ensanguined bestiaries... Furthermore is there a beast named man Thereof tells God Whose peculiarities are threefold Covering the tracks of his atrocities Storming onwards with his eyes closed Raised and extinguished As the fifth shame (from last)! It was not spoken well of man... Soiled, unregarded tapestries Faded, salvational calligraphies Out of elysian libraries God’s ensanguined bestiaries. |
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Side B | |||
4. | Mount Sinai Moloch | 12:27 | Show lyrics |
If thou... still creeping Beheld us... still dreading Thy sinister heights Thou’d stand as a mere rock for us indeed, A moloch for worms A colossal artefact Guardian and denouncer of the weak Yet... In pristine and eerie beauty thoud dwell Trumpets... resounding with cacophony And smoke... effusing venom Now ascending Mount Sinai Whose bounds are trampled down Since heaped up with the sands of time Outlived as a moloch for worms Outlived as a colossal artefact Monument and monolith of oblivion Here... In profane and moribund solitude thou shall vegetate Imperishably. |
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5. | Transcending Saturnine Iericho Skies | 00:46 | Show lyrics |
(Instrumental) And it shall come to pass, That when they make a long blast with the ram’s horn, And when ye hear the sound of the trumpet, All the people shall shout with a great shout; And the wall of the city shall fall down flat, And the people shall ascend up every man straight before him. |
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6. | Kain’s Countenance Fell | 08:37 | Show lyrics |
None of my words is adorned with devoutness And I do not endeavour to rule over sin She lurks... and blemishes me with unbearable disgrace Tearfully attempt though to debar me from rising up against thee For you bear a void grandeur before a void idol Vox sanguinis fratris tui clamat ad me de terra! Abel... what is this blood on my hands? ...where have I been? My punishment is greater than I can bear. Vox sanguinis fratris tui clamat ad me de terra! |
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41:45 | |||
Disc 2 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | The Restless Mills | 12:09 | Show lyrics |
Earth’s hell was a pit of fuming furnaces Firing cauldrons of blood Moving monstrous wheels Where the air was stale from foul belief In a shadow, so faint - yet salaciously desired ... to be that of god... to reach into these naked depths And shaped in soot... a silhouette Of outstretched arms and torso At a giant cross... A desperate view onto the restless mills That grind... grind... grind... Jahwe, you were the breeder of a pest cocoon And whatever your gift was - Dreadful were the mills that crushed it. |
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2. | Theriak - Baal - Theriak | 01:22 | Show lyrics |
(Instrumental) And then he fell, and darkness crept across his eyes, And atrocious arch pounced into his mouth, and all through ran the brazen lance, Deep inside beyond the brain, splitting the white bones. Expelled were the teeth, both eyes filled with blood, Spouted wide out of mouth and nostrils, and death’s black fume surrounded him. As if rabid wolves lunge at lambs and goats, and wrest them away from the flock, That is scattered in the mountains due to the shepherds ignorance; Those, beholding these, immediatly mob them and lacerate them, these timorous beings... Thus lunged Theriak at Baal. |
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Side B | |||
3. | Blood Vaults (II - Our Despots Cleanse the Levant) | 09:19 | Show lyrics |
Our bluster and catapults shatter the holy Holy Lands Blessed with a warm psalm of apostolic propaganda That captures our hearts Between insurmountable city walls and sanctified sodomy Outremer... Four flags are flown withouth a triumph! As we forfeited our North to some cryptic enemies Reinterpret now the sermon to attack dispensable allies Let o thy imperial command be a battle cry to the occident Suspicious we are, yet so spiritually armed O dreadful bereavement! This carnage in your honour, and against an impure Palestine... Under siege... Bless your blood, Franconian cannibals! Catholic conqueroar ascends in Latin harbours Old manoeuvres now misled and undermined An eye for an eye Feast upon heretical gore and orthodox cannon fodder Crusaders... Raise the Golden Horn to the conflagration ahead! O majestic ironhand of doom Have you received our immolation? Let our deeds bequeath a martial dogma to our descendants: Our despots cleanse(d) the Levant! |
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4. | Arcane Pharmakon Messiah | 15:14 | Show lyrics |
The giant excrement accumulation still awaits mine My fetid, pestilent, venomous faces Prepared to devour all, but not yet willing Not sufficiently mortal I should rapidly unmask what breeds this gleam within me A lure for the beast ...to creep ahead ...to bleed, to howl ...to exult ...to mutilate the mind This is a futile, miniature moment... again And an atrocious castigation that befalls me For a peek out of the crypt I decipt the realm as kingless Where all semen is foul, omnivorous, suicidal I demand a Messiah! Pathetically faint burns this flame of awarness When the grand, imminent bereavement Leaves me suddenly bereft ...bereft of a dominion ...bereft of air and voice ...bereft of my piss ...bereft. |
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38:04 |
Foulest Semen of a Sheltered Elite
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Alexander von Meilenwald | Everything |
Tracks | |||
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1. | I Raised This Stone as a Ghastly Memorial | 10:31 | Show lyrics |
I ceremonially predicted your distress I raised this stone as a ghastly memorial It has not been visited by the sun Not been carved with an iron knife Let no man lay it bare While the waning moon wanders Let not misled men remove it. |
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2. | ᚨᛚᚢ | 00:51 | Show lyrics |
Per lapidis hoc signum Fugiat procul omne malignum. |
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3. | God’s Ensanguined Bestiaries | 08:33 | Show lyrics |
Immemorial parchment skin... what horror fills your scrolls! All exegeses of the foulest words failed to proclaim what your lines unfold In darkest chambers of celestial dust All despondency found a written word Out of silent elysian libraries Emerged God’s ensanguined bestiaries... Pictured occidental beasts, aeons of filthiest glory, liquefied in sacred ink Those impure fables seem to ruefully conceal a primordial holy instinct Ancestors ruined descendants In Amok against all wisdom and salvation Eschatological testimonies Composed God’s ensanguined bestiaries... Furthermore is there a beast named man Thereof tells God Whose peculiarities are threefold Covering the tracks of his atrocities Storming onwards with his eyes closed Raised and extinguished As the fifth shame (from last)! It was not spoken well of man... Soiled, unregarded tapestries Faded, salvational calligraphies Out of elysian libraries God’s ensanguined bestiaries. |
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4. | Mount Sinai Moloch | 12:27 | Show lyrics |
If thou... still creeping Beheld us... still dreading Thy sinister heights Thou’d stand as a mere rock for us indeed, A moloch for worms A colossal artefact Guardian and denouncer of the weak Yet... In pristine and eerie beauty thoud dwell Trumpets... resounding with cacophony And smoke... effusing venom Now ascending Mount Sinai Whose bounds are trampled down Since heaped up with the sands of time Outlived as a moloch for worms Outlived as a colossal artefact Monument and monolith of oblivion Here... In profane and moribund solitude thou shall vegetate Imperishably. |
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5. | Transcending Saturnine Iericho Skies | 00:46 | Show lyrics |
(Instrumental) And it shall come to pass, That when they make a long blast with the ram’s horn, And when ye hear the sound of the trumpet, All the people shall shout with a great shout; And the wall of the city shall fall down flat, And the people shall ascend up every man straight before him. |
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6. | Kain’s Countenance Fell | 08:37 | Show lyrics |
None of my words is adorned with devoutness And I do not endeavour to rule over sin She lurks... and blemishes me with unbearable disgrace Tearfully attempt though to debar me from rising up against thee For you bear a void grandeur before a void idol Vox sanguinis fratris tui clamat ad me de terra! Abel... what is this blood on my hands? ...where have I been? My punishment is greater than I can bear. Vox sanguinis fratris tui clamat ad me de terra! |
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7. | The Restless Mills | 12:09 | Show lyrics |
Earth’s hell was a pit of fuming furnaces Firing cauldrons of blood Moving monstrous wheels Where the air was stale from foul belief In a shadow, so faint - yet salaciously desired ... to be that of god... to reach into these naked depths And shaped in soot... a silhouette Of outstretched arms and torso At a giant cross... A desperate view onto the restless mills That grind... grind... grind... Jahwe, you were the breeder of a pest cocoon And whatever your gift was - Dreadful were the mills that crushed it. |
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8. | Theriak - Baal - Theriak | 01:22 | Show lyrics |
(Instrumental) And then he fell, and darkness crept across his eyes, And atrocious arch pounced into his mouth, and all through ran the brazen lance, Deep inside beyond the brain, splitting the white bones. Expelled were the teeth, both eyes filled with blood, Spouted wide out of mouth and nostrils, and death’s black fume surrounded him. As if rabid wolves lunge at lambs and goats, and wrest them away from the flock, That is scattered in the mountains due to the shepherds ignorance; Those, beholding these, immediatly mob them and lacerate them, these timorous beings... Thus lunged Theriak at Baal. |
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9. | Blood Vaults (II - Our Despots Cleanse the Levant) | 09:19 | Show lyrics |
Our bluster and catapults shatter the holy Holy Lands Blessed with a warm psalm of apostolic propaganda That captures our hearts Between insurmountable city walls and sanctified sodomy Outremer... Four flags are flown withouth a triumph! As we forfeited our North to some cryptic enemies Reinterpret now the sermon to attack dispensable allies Let o thy imperial command be a battle cry to the occident Suspicious we are, yet so spiritually armed O dreadful bereavement! This carnage in your honour, and against an impure Palestine... Under siege... Bless your blood, Franconian cannibals! Catholic conqueroar ascends in Latin harbours Old manoeuvres now misled and undermined An eye for an eye Feast upon heretical gore and orthodox cannon fodder Crusaders... Raise the Golden Horn to the conflagration ahead! O majestic ironhand of doom Have you received our immolation? Let our deeds bequeath a martial dogma to our descendants: Our despots cleanse(d) the Levant! |
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10. | Arcane Pharmakon Messiah | 15:14 | Show lyrics |
The giant excrement accumulation still awaits mine My fetid, pestilent, venomous faces Prepared to devour all, but not yet willing Not sufficiently mortal I should rapidly unmask what breeds this gleam within me A lure for the beast ...to creep ahead ...to bleed, to howl ...to exult ...to mutilate the mind This is a futile, miniature moment... again And an atrocious castigation that befalls me For a peek out of the crypt I decipt the realm as kingless Where all semen is foul, omnivorous, suicidal I demand a Messiah! Pathetically faint burns this flame of awarness When the grand, imminent bereavement Leaves me suddenly bereft ...bereft of a dominion ...bereft of air and voice ...bereft of my piss ...bereft. |
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01:19:49 |
Foulest Semen of a Sheltered Elite
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1. | I Raised This Stone as a Ghastly Memorial | 10:31 | Show lyrics |
I ceremonially predicted your distress I raised this stone as a ghastly memorial It has not been visited by the sun Not been carved with an iron knife Let no man lay it bare While the waning moon wanders Let not misled men remove it. |
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2. | ᚨᛚᚢ | 00:51 | Show lyrics |
Per lapidis hoc signum Fugiat procul omne malignum. |
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3. | God’s Ensanguined Bestiaries | 08:33 | Show lyrics |
Immemorial parchment skin... what horror fills your scrolls! All exegeses of the foulest words failed to proclaim what your lines unfold In darkest chambers of celestial dust All despondency found a written word Out of silent elysian libraries Emerged God’s ensanguined bestiaries... Pictured occidental beasts, aeons of filthiest glory, liquefied in sacred ink Those impure fables seem to ruefully conceal a primordial holy instinct Ancestors ruined descendants In Amok against all wisdom and salvation Eschatological testimonies Composed God’s ensanguined bestiaries... Furthermore is there a beast named man Thereof tells God Whose peculiarities are threefold Covering the tracks of his atrocities Storming onwards with his eyes closed Raised and extinguished As the fifth shame (from last)! It was not spoken well of man... Soiled, unregarded tapestries Faded, salvational calligraphies Out of elysian libraries God’s ensanguined bestiaries. |
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4. | Mount Sinai Moloch | 12:27 | Show lyrics |
If thou... still creeping Beheld us... still dreading Thy sinister heights Thou’d stand as a mere rock for us indeed, A moloch for worms A colossal artefact Guardian and denouncer of the weak Yet... In pristine and eerie beauty thoud dwell Trumpets... resounding with cacophony And smoke... effusing venom Now ascending Mount Sinai Whose bounds are trampled down Since heaped up with the sands of time Outlived as a moloch for worms Outlived as a colossal artefact Monument and monolith of oblivion Here... In profane and moribund solitude thou shall vegetate Imperishably. |
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5. | Transcending Saturnine Iericho Skies | 00:46 | Show lyrics |
(Instrumental) And it shall come to pass, That when they make a long blast with the ram’s horn, And when ye hear the sound of the trumpet, All the people shall shout with a great shout; And the wall of the city shall fall down flat, And the people shall ascend up every man straight before him. |
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6. | Kain’s Countenance Fell | 08:37 | Show lyrics |
None of my words is adorned with devoutness And I do not endeavour to rule over sin She lurks... and blemishes me with unbearable disgrace Tearfully attempt though to debar me from rising up against thee For you bear a void grandeur before a void idol Vox sanguinis fratris tui clamat ad me de terra! Abel... what is this blood on my hands? ...where have I been? My punishment is greater than I can bear. Vox sanguinis fratris tui clamat ad me de terra! |
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7. | The Restless Mills | 12:09 | Show lyrics |
Earth’s hell was a pit of fuming furnaces Firing cauldrons of blood Moving monstrous wheels Where the air was stale from foul belief In a shadow, so faint - yet salaciously desired ... to be that of god... to reach into these naked depths And shaped in soot... a silhouette Of outstretched arms and torso At a giant cross... A desperate view onto the restless mills That grind... grind... grind... Jahwe, you were the breeder of a pest cocoon And whatever your gift was - Dreadful were the mills that crushed it. |
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8. | Theriak - Baal - Theriak | 01:22 | Show lyrics |
(Instrumental) And then he fell, and darkness crept across his eyes, And atrocious arch pounced into his mouth, and all through ran the brazen lance, Deep inside beyond the brain, splitting the white bones. Expelled were the teeth, both eyes filled with blood, Spouted wide out of mouth and nostrils, and death’s black fume surrounded him. As if rabid wolves lunge at lambs and goats, and wrest them away from the flock, That is scattered in the mountains due to the shepherds ignorance; Those, beholding these, immediatly mob them and lacerate them, these timorous beings... Thus lunged Theriak at Baal. |
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9. | Blood Vaults (II - Our Despots Cleanse the Levant) | 09:19 | Show lyrics |
Our bluster and catapults shatter the holy Holy Lands Blessed with a warm psalm of apostolic propaganda That captures our hearts Between insurmountable city walls and sanctified sodomy Outremer... Four flags are flown withouth a triumph! As we forfeited our North to some cryptic enemies Reinterpret now the sermon to attack dispensable allies Let o thy imperial command be a battle cry to the occident Suspicious we are, yet so spiritually armed O dreadful bereavement! This carnage in your honour, and against an impure Palestine... Under siege... Bless your blood, Franconian cannibals! Catholic conqueroar ascends in Latin harbours Old manoeuvres now misled and undermined An eye for an eye Feast upon heretical gore and orthodox cannon fodder Crusaders... Raise the Golden Horn to the conflagration ahead! O majestic ironhand of doom Have you received our immolation? Let our deeds bequeath a martial dogma to our descendants: Our despots cleanse(d) the Levant! |
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10. | Arcane Pharmakon Messiah | 15:14 | Show lyrics |
The giant excrement accumulation still awaits mine My fetid, pestilent, venomous faces Prepared to devour all, but not yet willing Not sufficiently mortal I should rapidly unmask what breeds this gleam within me A lure for the beast ...to creep ahead ...to bleed, to howl ...to exult ...to mutilate the mind This is a futile, miniature moment... again And an atrocious castigation that befalls me For a peek out of the crypt I decipt the realm as kingless Where all semen is foul, omnivorous, suicidal I demand a Messiah! Pathetically faint burns this flame of awarness When the grand, imminent bereavement Leaves me suddenly bereft ...bereft of a dominion ...bereft of air and voice ...bereft of my piss ...bereft. |
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01:19:49 |
Enchanted by Gravemould I
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Alexander von Meilenwald | Everything |
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1. | The Desert Lair | 12:10 | Show lyrics |
Surreal colour plans draw the horizon So parched and silent One step beyond the borders drained them of life Requiems for burnt sheep Deadened, yet sustaining Float in a searing vacuum Why could we not mourn? Why kept we silent? Devout in the hour after death When sorrow left for eternal salvation There was no hope to survive the drought In the shimmering feast of mankind’s boiling bowels Why could we not mourn? All souls from the sand to the clouds, From our lair to the mountains Kept vigil in mankind’s darkest hour Why kept we silent When all human dreams drowned in the desert sands? |
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2. | The Moselle Enigma | 06:31 | Show lyrics |
When descending to the medieval vilage He was like the moon That casts on the alleys a sinister gloom A floating appearance - the redeemer is limping Through magnificent aura bad faith is sinking So’ let the fane be raised within one Saturnine night! Blasphemy! The blessed cremation of the heading believer Lets reek ascend above moonlit roofs and alleys And so benumbing is the stroke of the village knell Call forth his wrath! Perpetual fear Of the ruined arches Of the giant knell Of Him. Ite, missa, est. |
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3. | Hours of the Aequinox | 08:00 | Show lyrics |
...Into heat ascending... I collide with facades of stained white: A garden of arctic flora... lucid and surreal A newborn canvas... what work of the sun! As kissed to to life, soon horribly afflicted And me... alive, yet scarred and disgusted ...Into numbness descending... I freeze between shadows of purest gray: A graveyard of ancient megaliths... dimly and surreal A yellowed canvas... what atrocity of the dark! As deprived of life, now spiritually admired And me... anxious and scared, yet somehow alive. |
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4. | Enigma of the Absolute (Dead Can Dance cover) | 05:19 | Show lyrics |
Saloman hung down her head, laid bare her heart For the world to see, she craved for intimacy Through darkened doors her aspect veiled with indecision Gazed out to sea, she craved lucidity Cast adrift from past relationships in her life Hoisted up the ideal, this was her saving grace Sea’s of rage that once assailed her concern for the truth Had passed her by and left her high and dry In her saviour’s arms... (x4) Across the sea lies the fountain of renewal Where you will see the whole cause of your lonliness Can be measured in dreams that transcend all these lies And I wish and I pray that there may come a day For a saviour’s arms... (x4) |
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5. | To Have and to Hold (Depeche Mode cover) | 04:28 | Show lyrics |
I need to be cleansed It’s time to make amends For all of the fun The damage is done And I feel diseased I’m down on my knees And I need forgiveness Someone to bear witness To the goodness within Beneath the sin Although I may flirt With all kinds of dirt To the point of disease Now I want release From all this decay Take it away And somewhere There’s someone who cares With a heart of gold To have and to hold |
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6. | Symphonaire Infernus et Spera Empyrium (My Dying Bride cover) | 16:21 | Show lyrics |
The destroying genius of idols Will shroud the world with utter lies Dance the cobbles, his abode named Dis Portraits have spoken their masters distress Icons with kisses, tell me who have seen this Failing Enochian tapestries Depict the prince of fallen virtues In almost poetic rhapsody Masterbate to the sound of the knell The Patchetic stench of dying children Perhaps our fall is certain Limbs entwined in absolute contoursion Please put off your veil Your heart is blameless And I shudder for knowing it A hot May makes a fat churchyard And Lychfowel breed in chaotic frenzy Her cry was the saddest of all earth’s sounds Trauma bites hard the hearts of Kin Swept away by a moments sadness They say rage is a brief madness By way of the beloved’s farewell Give back to nature what we first did take And monuments would slowly fill The agendas’ of Kings and Queens In silence our faces bleed The holy voice torn away by the gale Make yourself all honey and the flies will devour you Love is a game where both players cheat Gone is the tale of Hero and Leander Women are angels yet wedlock’s the devil To have and to hold but death no longer parts Harlots and sluts, whores of our world Expose their stinking vaginas’ Many who have no will of their own Hold their souls towards the sinister bloom Are you rich oh lord of vanity As you peddle your wears of cruelty Dressed up so you look the part So blind, it’s ignorance you wear Quite brutal beyond belief Sores that weep their septic tears Dragged out through war torn lifetimes And death shall feast on us all The mills of God grind slowly The adorable light of that which is most divine The fascination of her shape With mansions of awe and splendour Elegant in simplicity So at last your faith rewards you Through fields enriched with pastel shade And fragrant lavenders soft to smell You laugh and drink wine of no great age Nature does scent the farthest shores Face to face your angelic host All hopes in you imperishably kept Is God your wish and all your dreams If your body is frail then yes by all means Make yourself all honey and the flies will devour you |
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52:49 |
Enchanted by Gravemould I
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Alexander von Meilenwald | Everything |
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1. | The Desert Lair | 12:10 | Show lyrics |
Surreal colour plans draw the horizon So parched and silent One step beyond the borders drained them of life Requiems for burnt sheep Deadened, yet sustaining Float in a searing vacuum Why could we not mourn? Why kept we silent? Devout in the hour after death When sorrow left for eternal salvation There was no hope to survive the drought In the shimmering feast of mankind’s boiling bowels Why could we not mourn? All souls from the sand to the clouds, From our lair to the mountains Kept vigil in mankind’s darkest hour Why kept we silent When all human dreams drowned in the desert sands? |
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2. | The Moselle Enigma | 06:31 | Show lyrics |
When descending to the medieval vilage He was like the moon That casts on the alleys a sinister gloom A floating appearance - the redeemer is limping Through magnificent aura bad faith is sinking So’ let the fane be raised within one Saturnine night! Blasphemy! The blessed cremation of the heading believer Lets reek ascend above moonlit roofs and alleys And so benumbing is the stroke of the village knell Call forth his wrath! Perpetual fear Of the ruined arches Of the giant knell Of Him. Ite, missa, est. |
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3. | Hours of the Aequinox | 08:00 | Show lyrics |
...Into heat ascending... I collide with facades of stained white: A garden of arctic flora... lucid and surreal A newborn canvas... what work of the sun! As kissed to to life, soon horribly afflicted And me... alive, yet scarred and disgusted ...Into numbness descending... I freeze between shadows of purest gray: A graveyard of ancient megaliths... dimly and surreal A yellowed canvas... what atrocity of the dark! As deprived of life, now spiritually admired And me... anxious and scared, yet somehow alive. |
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4. | Enigma of the Absolute (Dead Can Dance cover) | 05:19 | Show lyrics |
Saloman hung down her head, laid bare her heart For the world to see, she craved for intimacy Through darkened doors her aspect veiled with indecision Gazed out to sea, she craved lucidity Cast adrift from past relationships in her life Hoisted up the ideal, this was her saving grace Sea’s of rage that once assailed her concern for the truth Had passed her by and left her high and dry In her saviour’s arms... (x4) Across the sea lies the fountain of renewal Where you will see the whole cause of your lonliness Can be measured in dreams that transcend all these lies And I wish and I pray that there may come a day For a saviour’s arms... (x4) |
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5. | To Have and to Hold (Depeche Mode cover) | 04:28 | Show lyrics |
I need to be cleansed It’s time to make amends For all of the fun The damage is done And I feel diseased I’m down on my knees And I need forgiveness Someone to bear witness To the goodness within Beneath the sin Although I may flirt With all kinds of dirt To the point of disease Now I want release From all this decay Take it away And somewhere There’s someone who cares With a heart of gold To have and to hold |
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6. | Symphonaire Infernus et Spera Empyrium (My Dying Bride cover) | 16:21 | Show lyrics |
The destroying genius of idols Will shroud the world with utter lies Dance the cobbles, his abode named Dis Portraits have spoken their masters distress Icons with kisses, tell me who have seen this Failing Enochian tapestries Depict the prince of fallen virtues In almost poetic rhapsody Masterbate to the sound of the knell The Patchetic stench of dying children Perhaps our fall is certain Limbs entwined in absolute contoursion Please put off your veil Your heart is blameless And I shudder for knowing it A hot May makes a fat churchyard And Lychfowel breed in chaotic frenzy Her cry was the saddest of all earth’s sounds Trauma bites hard the hearts of Kin Swept away by a moments sadness They say rage is a brief madness By way of the beloved’s farewell Give back to nature what we first did take And monuments would slowly fill The agendas’ of Kings and Queens In silence our faces bleed The holy voice torn away by the gale Make yourself all honey and the flies will devour you Love is a game where both players cheat Gone is the tale of Hero and Leander Women are angels yet wedlock’s the devil To have and to hold but death no longer parts Harlots and sluts, whores of our world Expose their stinking vaginas’ Many who have no will of their own Hold their souls towards the sinister bloom Are you rich oh lord of vanity As you peddle your wears of cruelty Dressed up so you look the part So blind, it’s ignorance you wear Quite brutal beyond belief Sores that weep their septic tears Dragged out through war torn lifetimes And death shall feast on us all The mills of God grind slowly The adorable light of that which is most divine The fascination of her shape With mansions of awe and splendour Elegant in simplicity So at last your faith rewards you Through fields enriched with pastel shade And fragrant lavenders soft to smell You laugh and drink wine of no great age Nature does scent the farthest shores Face to face your angelic host All hopes in you imperishably kept Is God your wish and all your dreams If your body is frail then yes by all means Make yourself all honey and the flies will devour you |
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52:49 |
Enchanted by Gravemould I
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Alexander von Meilenwald | Everything |
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1. | Desert Lair | 12:10 | Show lyrics |
Surreal colour plans draw the horizon So parched and silent One step beyond the borders drained them of life Requiems for burnt sheep Deadened, yet sustaining Float in a searing vacuum Why could we not mourn? Why kept we silent? Devout in the hour after death When sorrow left for eternal salvation There was no hope to survive the drought In the shimmering feast of mankind’s boiling bowels Why could we not mourn? All souls from the sand to the clouds, From our lair to the mountains Kept vigil in mankind’s darkest hour Why kept we silent When all human dreams drowned in the desert sands? |
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2. | The Moselle Enigma | 06:31 | Show lyrics |
When descending to the medieval vilage He was like the moon That casts on the alleys a sinister gloom A floating appearance - the redeemer is limping Through magnificent aura bad faith is sinking So’ let the fane be raised within one Saturnine night! Blasphemy! The blessed cremation of the heading believer Lets reek ascend above moonlit roofs and alleys And so benumbing is the stroke of the village knell Call forth his wrath! Perpetual fear Of the ruined arches Of the giant knell Of Him. Ite, missa, est. |
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3. | Hours of the Aequinox | 08:00 | Show lyrics |
...Into heat ascending... I collide with facades of stained white: A garden of arctic flora... lucid and surreal A newborn canvas... what work of the sun! As kissed to to life, soon horribly afflicted And me... alive, yet scarred and disgusted ...Into numbness descending... I freeze between shadows of purest gray: A graveyard of ancient megaliths... dimly and surreal A yellowed canvas... what atrocity of the dark! As deprived of life, now spiritually admired And me... anxious and scared, yet somehow alive. |
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4. | Enigma of the Absolute (Dead Can Dance cover) | 05:19 | Show lyrics |
Saloman hung down her head, laid bare her heart For the world to see, she craved for intimacy Through darkened doors her aspect veiled with indecision Gazed out to sea, she craved lucidity Cast adrift from past relationships in her life Hoisted up the ideal, this was her saving grace Sea’s of rage that once assailed her concern for the truth Had passed her by and left her high and dry In her saviour’s arms... (x4) Across the sea lies the fountain of renewal Where you will see the whole cause of your lonliness Can be measured in dreams that transcend all these lies And I wish and I pray that there may come a day For a saviour’s arms... (x4) |
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5. | To Have and to Hold (Depeche Mode cover) | 04:28 | Show lyrics |
I need to be cleansed It’s time to make amends For all of the fun The damage is done And I feel diseased I’m down on my knees And I need forgiveness Someone to bear witness To the goodness within Beneath the sin Although I may flirt With all kinds of dirt To the point of disease Now I want release From all this decay Take it away And somewhere There’s someone who cares With a heart of gold To have and to hold |
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6. | Symphonaire Infernus et Spera Empyrium (My Dying Bride cover) | 16:21 | Show lyrics |
The destroying genius of idols Will shroud the world with utter lies Dance the cobbles, his abode named Dis Portraits have spoken their masters distress Icons with kisses, tell me who have seen this Failing Enochian tapestries Depict the prince of fallen virtues In almost poetic rhapsody Masterbate to the sound of the knell The Patchetic stench of dying children Perhaps our fall is certain Limbs entwined in absolute contoursion Please put off your veil Your heart is blameless And I shudder for knowing it A hot May makes a fat churchyard And Lychfowel breed in chaotic frenzy Her cry was the saddest of all earth’s sounds Trauma bites hard the hearts of Kin Swept away by a moments sadness They say rage is a brief madness By way of the beloved’s farewell Give back to nature what we first did take And monuments would slowly fill The agendas’ of Kings and Queens In silence our faces bleed The holy voice torn away by the gale Make yourself all honey and the flies will devour you Love is a game where both players cheat Gone is the tale of Hero and Leander Women are angels yet wedlock’s the devil To have and to hold but death no longer parts Harlots and sluts, whores of our world Expose their stinking vaginas’ Many who have no will of their own Hold their souls towards the sinister bloom Are you rich oh lord of vanity As you peddle your wears of cruelty Dressed up so you look the part So blind, it’s ignorance you wear Quite brutal beyond belief Sores that weep their septic tears Dragged out through war torn lifetimes And death shall feast on us all The mills of God grind slowly The adorable light of that which is most divine The fascination of her shape With mansions of awe and splendour Elegant in simplicity So at last your faith rewards you Through fields enriched with pastel shade And fragrant lavenders soft to smell You laugh and drink wine of no great age Nature does scent the farthest shores Face to face your angelic host All hopes in you imperishably kept Is God your wish and all your dreams If your body is frail then yes by all means Make yourself all honey and the flies will devour you |
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52:49 |
Blood Vaults - The Blazing Gospel of Heinrich Kramer
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Alexander von Meilenwald | Everything |
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Pola Lörz | Vocals (female) (track 8) |
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Gnarl | Engineering, Mixing |
Thomas Hein | Layout |
Jana Junker | Photography |
Axel Hermann | Artwork |
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1. | Apologia | 02:23 | Show lyrics |
Among the calamities of a rapidly declining age, Of which – O grieving heart! – our aching souls are cursed to read and bear witness, It is primarily the vetus oriens, Which, unleashed through the irrevocable perdition of his downfall, Surceaseth not to befoul the Church, Whose early proliferation was blessed by the blood baptism of the novus oriens, The Human Christ, With manifold contagions of heresy. And yet, his attempts occur in times, as Earth’s last eve befalls, And the deeds of man turn towards the sinister, And his mind fills with wrath, for the end of all times draws near. And thus, he planted a novel depravation within the acre of God, Marked by the shape of the female, who serves as its gateway: Heresy of the maleficae, so I speak. |
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2. | Daemon | 08:57 | Show lyrics |
An asserere maleficas esse ita censetur catholicum, quod eius oppositum pertinaciter defendere omnino sit hereticum. As Inquisitor master...! I’ll have his work surmount God’s creation Consecrating heresy, hallucinating Daemons And as your bodies tremble, sordid celestial bodies Extol these lines and apprehend: Clandestine is the art of the Daemon... And when he doth transgress, he doth with fervency And as he doth transgress, will ye unmask his messengers...? Hast thou received him so bewitched as a Daemoness? Upon earth there is not his like, who is made without fear Who is as mover superior over the passive Who taketh the virile shape of the loins of the appetent Warm semen is passed on, from Incubus to Succubus To leave a secret blemish on human body and soul... An catholicum sit asserere, quod actus incuborum et succuborum demonum tantum modo infimis spiritibus conueniat. And when thou dost transgress, thou dost through His persuasion And as thou dost transgress, thou dost surrender to depravity. As Inquisitor master...! I challenge all holy volition Corroding souls by the moon, stirring cerebral lifeblood And as your bodies tremble, sordid celestial bodies Extol these lines and apprehend: The stellar call is but a hex of the Daemon... |
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3. | Malefica | 10:24 | Show lyrics |
Non est caput nequius super caput colubri Et non est ira super iram mulieris Commorari leoni et draconi placebit Quam habitare cum muliere nequam. Beware the unsavoury grief of the serpent Eschew her feeble heart, her juices, her tongue Thou wouldst follow a siren’s voice through a sea of caustic Absinthe And with malicious lust inflamed, thou shalt fail, and writhe in hate Mala ergo mulier ex natura – The female is bitterer than death! An generatiuam potentiam seu actum venereum impedire et maleficiare possunt. Veritas scilicet est: May thy virility lie with the taintless vaginae of the innocent May thy limbs escape the illusion of false potency May thy spawn evolve, and may it be virginally thine May thine instincts obey to human stimuli And withstand thyself, Malefica! Malefica, animal imperfectum! The female is bitterer than death! |
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4. | Ornaments on Malice | 08:15 | Show lyrics |
Nec volunt quod deus talia fieri permittat. Read, fatuous lambs... Your wretched evils are punished far beyond disease and death It is them who let the Daemon operate, despite miserable angelic restraint It is them who feed the glory of our lord, and so artfully afflict him And o your animal acts... Patior peccatum originale originatum! Warm semen is passed on, and the guilt, the shame, o the shame! Quanto crebrius quis diabolo se subiecit tanto intollerabiliorem sibi facit ut ei reluctari non possit. Sed cum mali crebrius se subieciant diabolo eis sit tentatio magis intollerabilis et frequentior cum non habeant scutum fidei formate quo se tueantur. Read, fatuous lambs, the five signs of the divine: Precept, Prohibition, Advice, Operation, Permission In times of the witch your devotional faith may be a fatal denial Nothing is done unless Almighty God wishes it to be done, Either by permitting it or by himself doing it. |
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5. | Spires, the Wailing City | 13:16 | Show lyrics |
Now it happened in the city of Spires, in the same year that this book was begun, that a certain devout woman held conversation with a suspected witch, and, after the manner of women, they used abusive words to each other. But in the night she wished to put her little suckling child in its cradle, and remembered her encounter that day with the suspected witch. So, fearing some danger to the child, she placed consecrated herbs under it, sprinkled it with holy water, put a little blessed salt to its lips, signed it with the sign of the cross, and diligently secured the cradle. About the middle of the night she heard the child scream... Is it a goatish gorge I smell there on thy pale maiden flesh? Art thou willing to deny the Anomalous Woman – the Deamon lendeth a hand Hast thou murdered unchristened children, and anointed their limbs? Hast thou received burning semen inside the womb O young gentle witch of mine...? He seemeth not disposed to lose his potency And deformed hands ruin her progeny His sinful phallus treacherously disenchanted Ecce veritatem dico sciens quod dum auditores sint verbi et non factores amplius deus offendit et lucrum meum augmentatur. And it came to pass at a night in Rome That I dined with a Bohemian Priest. Who so woebegone moaned about a nameless tree, a female and a Daemon Who so afflicted screamed when tied to the columns of our saviour Who so calumnious mocked our virgin in obsessive abuse of his limbs Perennially suffering... howling... crushing his teeth into the marble „Here he stood, here he stood!“ |
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6. | A Failed Exorcism | 15:33 | Show lyrics |
Ye are incurably diseased Even if the Daemon is summoned That cure would not be a human one Bear your agony, bear him. Nefariousness, intimidation, shamefacedness And sweetest tears to shrive the last of all bedevilments Of the spirit rather than the flesh Paenitentiam agite! Repent and shed purest tears With the intoxication vanished or vainly awaited Now it has been learned from witches that they cause this spell of hatred by means of serpents; For the serpent was the first tool of the devil, And by reason of its curse inherits a hatred of women. Threefoldly deceived ye are: Ungulate youngling, stared at Ungulate youngling, relieved by the Daemon Ungulate youngling, kneeling on hindlimbs Paenitentiam agite! Repent and attend the Communion of the Supper With the intoxication vanished, mutilated and exorcised We’re blessing and regarding the Seven: Show not the path to him Summon not arcane names Forfeit not thy words Abuse not signs and symbols Preach not beyond sacred words Preach the power of sacred words Disguise not as God! I dispossess... Paenitentiam agite! Error erat ut venientes de nocte demonibus aut ut vetule dicunt ’die Seligen’, sed sunt malefice vel demones in earum effigies, debent omnia absumere ut post abundantius tribuant. Colorant quidam et dicunt ’schrettil’ sunt, contra determinationem doctorum quod praeter homines et angelos non sunt alie creature rationales. Unde non sunt nisi demones. At night, when the Daemons came... |
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7. | Trial | 03:44 | Show lyrics |
Read, fatuous lambs, the proclamation on the churchgate: Cum nos totis nostris affectibus inhiantes ac ex omnibus nostris praecordiis affectantes, populum christianum nobis commissum in unitate et serenitate catholice fidei confoveri ac ab omni peste pravitatis haeretice visceraliter elongari, idcirco nos, ad gloriam et honorem recolendi nominis iesu christi et ad exaltationem sancte fidei ortodoxe atque ad depressionem haeretice pravitatis praecipue in maleficis, in virtue of holy obedience and under pain of excommunication we direct, command, require and admonish that within the space of twelve days, the first four of which shall stand for the first warning, the second for the second, and the third for the third warning; And we give this treble canonical warning that they should reveal it unto us if anyone know, see or have heard that any person is denounced to be a heretic or a witch, or if any is suspected especially for such practices as causing harm to men, cattle or the fruits of the earth or to the loss of the State. But if any do not obey these commands and admonitions, let him know that he is impaled with the sword of excommunication. |
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8. | Ordeal | 03:47 | Show lyrics |
Immure, enchain and distress her For she summoneth a harmful silence I leave to the superior to judge if I am good, And I would break myself before my tormentor would. Avoid her touch, truncate her hair For she might conceal intimate charms My silence is not fragile, I shall not shed a tear Inflamed by my Daemon, no ordeal shall I fear. Indoctrinate me, young gentle witch of mine! Bring forth thunder and hailstorm! Mislead me into sexual chaos, and I’ll mislead thee. Inflamed by my Daemon, no ordeal shall I fear. |
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9. | Monument | 12:06 | Show lyrics |
For the glory of God... let none of them be blameless Beware of relieving them from the righteous wrath When she doth transgress, she doth beyond all inquisition ... vel reperitur solum diffamata de haeresi generaliter ... and we impose canonical lustration upon thee A humiliating oath of the morbid one Touch the Gospels... ... vel reperitur ultra infamiam questionibus et tormentis exponenda aliqualiter ... and we celebrate torturous interrogation upon thee Blood from the mouth and the Bishop’s erection Dare not to persist in heresy... ... vel reperitur suspecta de haeresi violenter ... and being repentant, thou keepest the burden of blasphemy Which enrobeth thee in blue, and crosses thou wearest At the church, in the dungeons... ... vel reperitur confessa haeresim et impenitens atque relapsa certitudinaliter ... and the charity, oh!... we lavished upon thee! A triumph of beloved damnation, oh atrocious damnation! Thou art now profane in death! ... vel reperitur non confessa sed convicta de haeresi ... and impenitence igniteth the darkest of all pride upon thee As thine innocence is godless, and the lord is our judge... Thou art now profane in death! Sit laus deo. Exterminium haeresis. Pax vivis. Requies aeterna defunctis. |
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01:18:25 |
Blood Vaults - The Blazing Gospel of Heinrich Kramer
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Alexander von Meilenwald | Everything |
Guest/Session | |
Pola Lörz | Vocals (female) (track 8) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Gnarl | Engineering, Mixing |
Thomas Hein | Layout |
Jana Junker | Photography |
Axel Hermann | Artwork |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Apologia | 02:23 | Show lyrics |
Among the calamities of a rapidly declining age, Of which – O grieving heart! – our aching souls are cursed to read and bear witness, It is primarily the vetus oriens, Which, unleashed through the irrevocable perdition of his downfall, Surceaseth not to befoul the Church, Whose early proliferation was blessed by the blood baptism of the novus oriens, The Human Christ, With manifold contagions of heresy. And yet, his attempts occur in times, as Earth’s last eve befalls, And the deeds of man turn towards the sinister, And his mind fills with wrath, for the end of all times draws near. And thus, he planted a novel depravation within the acre of God, Marked by the shape of the female, who serves as its gateway: Heresy of the maleficae, so I speak. |
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2. | Daemon | 08:57 | Show lyrics |
An asserere maleficas esse ita censetur catholicum, quod eius oppositum pertinaciter defendere omnino sit hereticum. As Inquisitor master...! I’ll have his work surmount God’s creation Consecrating heresy, hallucinating Daemons And as your bodies tremble, sordid celestial bodies Extol these lines and apprehend: Clandestine is the art of the Daemon... And when he doth transgress, he doth with fervency And as he doth transgress, will ye unmask his messengers...? Hast thou received him so bewitched as a Daemoness? Upon earth there is not his like, who is made without fear Who is as mover superior over the passive Who taketh the virile shape of the loins of the appetent Warm semen is passed on, from Incubus to Succubus To leave a secret blemish on human body and soul... An catholicum sit asserere, quod actus incuborum et succuborum demonum tantum modo infimis spiritibus conueniat. And when thou dost transgress, thou dost through His persuasion And as thou dost transgress, thou dost surrender to depravity. As Inquisitor master...! I challenge all holy volition Corroding souls by the moon, stirring cerebral lifeblood And as your bodies tremble, sordid celestial bodies Extol these lines and apprehend: The stellar call is but a hex of the Daemon... |
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3. | Malefica | 10:24 | Show lyrics |
Non est caput nequius super caput colubri Et non est ira super iram mulieris Commorari leoni et draconi placebit Quam habitare cum muliere nequam. Beware the unsavoury grief of the serpent Eschew her feeble heart, her juices, her tongue Thou wouldst follow a siren’s voice through a sea of caustic Absinthe And with malicious lust inflamed, thou shalt fail, and writhe in hate Mala ergo mulier ex natura – The female is bitterer than death! An generatiuam potentiam seu actum venereum impedire et maleficiare possunt. Veritas scilicet est: May thy virility lie with the taintless vaginae of the innocent May thy limbs escape the illusion of false potency May thy spawn evolve, and may it be virginally thine May thine instincts obey to human stimuli And withstand thyself, Malefica! Malefica, animal imperfectum! The female is bitterer than death! |
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Side B | |||
4. | Ornaments on Malice | 08:15 | Show lyrics |
Nec volunt quod deus talia fieri permittat. Read, fatuous lambs... Your wretched evils are punished far beyond disease and death It is them who let the Daemon operate, despite miserable angelic restraint It is them who feed the glory of our lord, and so artfully afflict him And o your animal acts... Patior peccatum originale originatum! Warm semen is passed on, and the guilt, the shame, o the shame! Quanto crebrius quis diabolo se subiecit tanto intollerabiliorem sibi facit ut ei reluctari non possit. Sed cum mali crebrius se subieciant diabolo eis sit tentatio magis intollerabilis et frequentior cum non habeant scutum fidei formate quo se tueantur. Read, fatuous lambs, the five signs of the divine: Precept, Prohibition, Advice, Operation, Permission In times of the witch your devotional faith may be a fatal denial Nothing is done unless Almighty God wishes it to be done, Either by permitting it or by himself doing it. |
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5. | Spires, the Wailing City | 13:16 | Show lyrics |
Now it happened in the city of Spires, in the same year that this book was begun, that a certain devout woman held conversation with a suspected witch, and, after the manner of women, they used abusive words to each other. But in the night she wished to put her little suckling child in its cradle, and remembered her encounter that day with the suspected witch. So, fearing some danger to the child, she placed consecrated herbs under it, sprinkled it with holy water, put a little blessed salt to its lips, signed it with the sign of the cross, and diligently secured the cradle. About the middle of the night she heard the child scream... Is it a goatish gorge I smell there on thy pale maiden flesh? Art thou willing to deny the Anomalous Woman – the Deamon lendeth a hand Hast thou murdered unchristened children, and anointed their limbs? Hast thou received burning semen inside the womb O young gentle witch of mine...? He seemeth not disposed to lose his potency And deformed hands ruin her progeny His sinful phallus treacherously disenchanted Ecce veritatem dico sciens quod dum auditores sint verbi et non factores amplius deus offendit et lucrum meum augmentatur. And it came to pass at a night in Rome That I dined with a Bohemian Priest. Who so woebegone moaned about a nameless tree, a female and a Daemon Who so afflicted screamed when tied to the columns of our saviour Who so calumnious mocked our virgin in obsessive abuse of his limbs Perennially suffering... howling... crushing his teeth into the marble „Here he stood, here he stood!“ |
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43:15 | |||
Disc 2 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | A Failed Exorcism | 15:33 | Show lyrics |
Ye are incurably diseased Even if the Daemon is summoned That cure would not be a human one Bear your agony, bear him. Nefariousness, intimidation, shamefacedness And sweetest tears to shrive the last of all bedevilments Of the spirit rather than the flesh Paenitentiam agite! Repent and shed purest tears With the intoxication vanished or vainly awaited Now it has been learned from witches that they cause this spell of hatred by means of serpents; For the serpent was the first tool of the devil, And by reason of its curse inherits a hatred of women. Threefoldly deceived ye are: Ungulate youngling, stared at Ungulate youngling, relieved by the Daemon Ungulate youngling, kneeling on hindlimbs Paenitentiam agite! Repent and attend the Communion of the Supper With the intoxication vanished, mutilated and exorcised We’re blessing and regarding the Seven: Show not the path to him Summon not arcane names Forfeit not thy words Abuse not signs and symbols Preach not beyond sacred words Preach the power of sacred words Disguise not as God! I dispossess... Paenitentiam agite! Error erat ut venientes de nocte demonibus aut ut vetule dicunt ’die Seligen’, sed sunt malefice vel demones in earum effigies, debent omnia absumere ut post abundantius tribuant. Colorant quidam et dicunt ’schrettil’ sunt, contra determinationem doctorum quod praeter homines et angelos non sunt alie creature rationales. Unde non sunt nisi demones. At night, when the Daemons came... |
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Side B | |||
2. | Trial | 03:44 | Show lyrics |
Read, fatuous lambs, the proclamation on the churchgate: Cum nos totis nostris affectibus inhiantes ac ex omnibus nostris praecordiis affectantes, populum christianum nobis commissum in unitate et serenitate catholice fidei confoveri ac ab omni peste pravitatis haeretice visceraliter elongari, idcirco nos, ad gloriam et honorem recolendi nominis iesu christi et ad exaltationem sancte fidei ortodoxe atque ad depressionem haeretice pravitatis praecipue in maleficis, in virtue of holy obedience and under pain of excommunication we direct, command, require and admonish that within the space of twelve days, the first four of which shall stand for the first warning, the second for the second, and the third for the third warning; And we give this treble canonical warning that they should reveal it unto us if anyone know, see or have heard that any person is denounced to be a heretic or a witch, or if any is suspected especially for such practices as causing harm to men, cattle or the fruits of the earth or to the loss of the State. But if any do not obey these commands and admonitions, let him know that he is impaled with the sword of excommunication. |
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3. | Ordeal | 03:47 | Show lyrics |
Immure, enchain and distress her For she summoneth a harmful silence I leave to the superior to judge if I am good, And I would break myself before my tormentor would. Avoid her touch, truncate her hair For she might conceal intimate charms My silence is not fragile, I shall not shed a tear Inflamed by my Daemon, no ordeal shall I fear. Indoctrinate me, young gentle witch of mine! Bring forth thunder and hailstorm! Mislead me into sexual chaos, and I’ll mislead thee. Inflamed by my Daemon, no ordeal shall I fear. |
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4. | Monument | 12:06 | Show lyrics |
For the glory of God... let none of them be blameless Beware of relieving them from the righteous wrath When she doth transgress, she doth beyond all inquisition ... vel reperitur solum diffamata de haeresi generaliter ... and we impose canonical lustration upon thee A humiliating oath of the morbid one Touch the Gospels... ... vel reperitur ultra infamiam questionibus et tormentis exponenda aliqualiter ... and we celebrate torturous interrogation upon thee Blood from the mouth and the Bishop’s erection Dare not to persist in heresy... ... vel reperitur suspecta de haeresi violenter ... and being repentant, thou keepest the burden of blasphemy Which enrobeth thee in blue, and crosses thou wearest At the church, in the dungeons... ... vel reperitur confessa haeresim et impenitens atque relapsa certitudinaliter ... and the charity, oh!... we lavished upon thee! A triumph of beloved damnation, oh atrocious damnation! Thou art now profane in death! ... vel reperitur non confessa sed convicta de haeresi ... and impenitence igniteth the darkest of all pride upon thee As thine innocence is godless, and the lord is our judge... Thou art now profane in death! Sit laus deo. Exterminium haeresis. Pax vivis. Requies aeterna defunctis. |
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35:10 |
Blood Vaults - The Blazing Gospel of Heinrich Kramer
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Alexander von Meilenwald | Everything |
Guest/Session | |
Pola Lörz | Vocals (female) (track 8) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Gnarl | Engineering, Mixing |
Thomas Hein | Layout |
Jana Junker | Photography |
Axel Hermann | Artwork |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 (Vinyl) | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Apologia | 02:23 | Show lyrics |
Among the calamities of a rapidly declining age, Of which – O grieving heart! – our aching souls are cursed to read and bear witness, It is primarily the vetus oriens, Which, unleashed through the irrevocable perdition of his downfall, Surceaseth not to befoul the Church, Whose early proliferation was blessed by the blood baptism of the novus oriens, The Human Christ, With manifold contagions of heresy. And yet, his attempts occur in times, as Earth’s last eve befalls, And the deeds of man turn towards the sinister, And his mind fills with wrath, for the end of all times draws near. And thus, he planted a novel depravation within the acre of God, Marked by the shape of the female, who serves as its gateway: Heresy of the maleficae, so I speak. |
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2. | Daemon | 08:57 | Show lyrics |
An asserere maleficas esse ita censetur catholicum, quod eius oppositum pertinaciter defendere omnino sit hereticum. As Inquisitor master...! I’ll have his work surmount God’s creation Consecrating heresy, hallucinating Daemons And as your bodies tremble, sordid celestial bodies Extol these lines and apprehend: Clandestine is the art of the Daemon... And when he doth transgress, he doth with fervency And as he doth transgress, will ye unmask his messengers...? Hast thou received him so bewitched as a Daemoness? Upon earth there is not his like, who is made without fear Who is as mover superior over the passive Who taketh the virile shape of the loins of the appetent Warm semen is passed on, from Incubus to Succubus To leave a secret blemish on human body and soul... An catholicum sit asserere, quod actus incuborum et succuborum demonum tantum modo infimis spiritibus conueniat. And when thou dost transgress, thou dost through His persuasion And as thou dost transgress, thou dost surrender to depravity. As Inquisitor master...! I challenge all holy volition Corroding souls by the moon, stirring cerebral lifeblood And as your bodies tremble, sordid celestial bodies Extol these lines and apprehend: The stellar call is but a hex of the Daemon... |
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3. | Malefica | 10:24 | Show lyrics |
Non est caput nequius super caput colubri Et non est ira super iram mulieris Commorari leoni et draconi placebit Quam habitare cum muliere nequam. Beware the unsavoury grief of the serpent Eschew her feeble heart, her juices, her tongue Thou wouldst follow a siren’s voice through a sea of caustic Absinthe And with malicious lust inflamed, thou shalt fail, and writhe in hate Mala ergo mulier ex natura – The female is bitterer than death! An generatiuam potentiam seu actum venereum impedire et maleficiare possunt. Veritas scilicet est: May thy virility lie with the taintless vaginae of the innocent May thy limbs escape the illusion of false potency May thy spawn evolve, and may it be virginally thine May thine instincts obey to human stimuli And withstand thyself, Malefica! Malefica, animal imperfectum! The female is bitterer than death! |
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Side B | |||
4. | Ornaments on Malice | 08:15 | Show lyrics |
Nec volunt quod deus talia fieri permittat. Read, fatuous lambs... Your wretched evils are punished far beyond disease and death It is them who let the Daemon operate, despite miserable angelic restraint It is them who feed the glory of our lord, and so artfully afflict him And o your animal acts... Patior peccatum originale originatum! Warm semen is passed on, and the guilt, the shame, o the shame! Quanto crebrius quis diabolo se subiecit tanto intollerabiliorem sibi facit ut ei reluctari non possit. Sed cum mali crebrius se subieciant diabolo eis sit tentatio magis intollerabilis et frequentior cum non habeant scutum fidei formate quo se tueantur. Read, fatuous lambs, the five signs of the divine: Precept, Prohibition, Advice, Operation, Permission In times of the witch your devotional faith may be a fatal denial Nothing is done unless Almighty God wishes it to be done, Either by permitting it or by himself doing it. |
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5. | Spires, the Wailing City | 13:16 | Show lyrics |
Now it happened in the city of Spires, in the same year that this book was begun, that a certain devout woman held conversation with a suspected witch, and, after the manner of women, they used abusive words to each other. But in the night she wished to put her little suckling child in its cradle, and remembered her encounter that day with the suspected witch. So, fearing some danger to the child, she placed consecrated herbs under it, sprinkled it with holy water, put a little blessed salt to its lips, signed it with the sign of the cross, and diligently secured the cradle. About the middle of the night she heard the child scream... Is it a goatish gorge I smell there on thy pale maiden flesh? Art thou willing to deny the Anomalous Woman – the Deamon lendeth a hand Hast thou murdered unchristened children, and anointed their limbs? Hast thou received burning semen inside the womb O young gentle witch of mine...? He seemeth not disposed to lose his potency And deformed hands ruin her progeny His sinful phallus treacherously disenchanted Ecce veritatem dico sciens quod dum auditores sint verbi et non factores amplius deus offendit et lucrum meum augmentatur. And it came to pass at a night in Rome That I dined with a Bohemian Priest. Who so woebegone moaned about a nameless tree, a female and a Daemon Who so afflicted screamed when tied to the columns of our saviour Who so calumnious mocked our virgin in obsessive abuse of his limbs Perennially suffering... howling... crushing his teeth into the marble „Here he stood, here he stood!“ |
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43:15 | |||
Disc 2 (Vinyl) | |||
Side A | |||
1. | A Failed Exorcism | 15:33 | Show lyrics |
Ye are incurably diseased Even if the Daemon is summoned That cure would not be a human one Bear your agony, bear him. Nefariousness, intimidation, shamefacedness And sweetest tears to shrive the last of all bedevilments Of the spirit rather than the flesh Paenitentiam agite! Repent and shed purest tears With the intoxication vanished or vainly awaited Now it has been learned from witches that they cause this spell of hatred by means of serpents; For the serpent was the first tool of the devil, And by reason of its curse inherits a hatred of women. Threefoldly deceived ye are: Ungulate youngling, stared at Ungulate youngling, relieved by the Daemon Ungulate youngling, kneeling on hindlimbs Paenitentiam agite! Repent and attend the Communion of the Supper With the intoxication vanished, mutilated and exorcised We’re blessing and regarding the Seven: Show not the path to him Summon not arcane names Forfeit not thy words Abuse not signs and symbols Preach not beyond sacred words Preach the power of sacred words Disguise not as God! I dispossess... Paenitentiam agite! Error erat ut venientes de nocte demonibus aut ut vetule dicunt ’die Seligen’, sed sunt malefice vel demones in earum effigies, debent omnia absumere ut post abundantius tribuant. Colorant quidam et dicunt ’schrettil’ sunt, contra determinationem doctorum quod praeter homines et angelos non sunt alie creature rationales. Unde non sunt nisi demones. At night, when the Daemons came... |
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Side B | |||
2. | Trial | 03:44 | Show lyrics |
Read, fatuous lambs, the proclamation on the churchgate: Cum nos totis nostris affectibus inhiantes ac ex omnibus nostris praecordiis affectantes, populum christianum nobis commissum in unitate et serenitate catholice fidei confoveri ac ab omni peste pravitatis haeretice visceraliter elongari, idcirco nos, ad gloriam et honorem recolendi nominis iesu christi et ad exaltationem sancte fidei ortodoxe atque ad depressionem haeretice pravitatis praecipue in maleficis, in virtue of holy obedience and under pain of excommunication we direct, command, require and admonish that within the space of twelve days, the first four of which shall stand for the first warning, the second for the second, and the third for the third warning; And we give this treble canonical warning that they should reveal it unto us if anyone know, see or have heard that any person is denounced to be a heretic or a witch, or if any is suspected especially for such practices as causing harm to men, cattle or the fruits of the earth or to the loss of the State. But if any do not obey these commands and admonitions, let him know that he is impaled with the sword of excommunication. |
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3. | Ordeal | 03:47 | Show lyrics |
Immure, enchain and distress her For she summoneth a harmful silence I leave to the superior to judge if I am good, And I would break myself before my tormentor would. Avoid her touch, truncate her hair For she might conceal intimate charms My silence is not fragile, I shall not shed a tear Inflamed by my Daemon, no ordeal shall I fear. Indoctrinate me, young gentle witch of mine! Bring forth thunder and hailstorm! Mislead me into sexual chaos, and I’ll mislead thee. Inflamed by my Daemon, no ordeal shall I fear. |
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4. | Monument | 12:06 | Show lyrics |
For the glory of God... let none of them be blameless Beware of relieving them from the righteous wrath When she doth transgress, she doth beyond all inquisition ... vel reperitur solum diffamata de haeresi generaliter ... and we impose canonical lustration upon thee A humiliating oath of the morbid one Touch the Gospels... ... vel reperitur ultra infamiam questionibus et tormentis exponenda aliqualiter ... and we celebrate torturous interrogation upon thee Blood from the mouth and the Bishop’s erection Dare not to persist in heresy... ... vel reperitur suspecta de haeresi violenter ... and being repentant, thou keepest the burden of blasphemy Which enrobeth thee in blue, and crosses thou wearest At the church, in the dungeons... ... vel reperitur confessa haeresim et impenitens atque relapsa certitudinaliter ... and the charity, oh!... we lavished upon thee! A triumph of beloved damnation, oh atrocious damnation! Thou art now profane in death! ... vel reperitur non confessa sed convicta de haeresi ... and impenitence igniteth the darkest of all pride upon thee As thine innocence is godless, and the lord is our judge... Thou art now profane in death! Sit laus deo. Exterminium haeresis. Pax vivis. Requies aeterna defunctis. |
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35:10 | |||
Disc 3 (CD) | |||
1. | Apologia | 02:23 | Show lyrics |
Among the calamities of a rapidly declining age, Of which – O grieving heart! – our aching souls are cursed to read and bear witness, It is primarily the vetus oriens, Which, unleashed through the irrevocable perdition of his downfall, Surceaseth not to befoul the Church, Whose early proliferation was blessed by the blood baptism of the novus oriens, The Human Christ, With manifold contagions of heresy. And yet, his attempts occur in times, as Earth’s last eve befalls, And the deeds of man turn towards the sinister, And his mind fills with wrath, for the end of all times draws near. And thus, he planted a novel depravation within the acre of God, Marked by the shape of the female, who serves as its gateway: Heresy of the maleficae, so I speak. |
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2. | Daemon | 08:57 | Show lyrics |
An asserere maleficas esse ita censetur catholicum, quod eius oppositum pertinaciter defendere omnino sit hereticum. As Inquisitor master...! I’ll have his work surmount God’s creation Consecrating heresy, hallucinating Daemons And as your bodies tremble, sordid celestial bodies Extol these lines and apprehend: Clandestine is the art of the Daemon... And when he doth transgress, he doth with fervency And as he doth transgress, will ye unmask his messengers...? Hast thou received him so bewitched as a Daemoness? Upon earth there is not his like, who is made without fear Who is as mover superior over the passive Who taketh the virile shape of the loins of the appetent Warm semen is passed on, from Incubus to Succubus To leave a secret blemish on human body and soul... An catholicum sit asserere, quod actus incuborum et succuborum demonum tantum modo infimis spiritibus conueniat. And when thou dost transgress, thou dost through His persuasion And as thou dost transgress, thou dost surrender to depravity. As Inquisitor master...! I challenge all holy volition Corroding souls by the moon, stirring cerebral lifeblood And as your bodies tremble, sordid celestial bodies Extol these lines and apprehend: The stellar call is but a hex of the Daemon... |
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3. | Malefica | 10:24 | Show lyrics |
Non est caput nequius super caput colubri Et non est ira super iram mulieris Commorari leoni et draconi placebit Quam habitare cum muliere nequam. Beware the unsavoury grief of the serpent Eschew her feeble heart, her juices, her tongue Thou wouldst follow a siren’s voice through a sea of caustic Absinthe And with malicious lust inflamed, thou shalt fail, and writhe in hate Mala ergo mulier ex natura – The female is bitterer than death! An generatiuam potentiam seu actum venereum impedire et maleficiare possunt. Veritas scilicet est: May thy virility lie with the taintless vaginae of the innocent May thy limbs escape the illusion of false potency May thy spawn evolve, and may it be virginally thine May thine instincts obey to human stimuli And withstand thyself, Malefica! Malefica, animal imperfectum! The female is bitterer than death! |
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4. | Ornaments on Malice | 08:15 | Show lyrics |
Nec volunt quod deus talia fieri permittat. Read, fatuous lambs... Your wretched evils are punished far beyond disease and death It is them who let the Daemon operate, despite miserable angelic restraint It is them who feed the glory of our lord, and so artfully afflict him And o your animal acts... Patior peccatum originale originatum! Warm semen is passed on, and the guilt, the shame, o the shame! Quanto crebrius quis diabolo se subiecit tanto intollerabiliorem sibi facit ut ei reluctari non possit. Sed cum mali crebrius se subieciant diabolo eis sit tentatio magis intollerabilis et frequentior cum non habeant scutum fidei formate quo se tueantur. Read, fatuous lambs, the five signs of the divine: Precept, Prohibition, Advice, Operation, Permission In times of the witch your devotional faith may be a fatal denial Nothing is done unless Almighty God wishes it to be done, Either by permitting it or by himself doing it. |
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5. | Spires, the Wailing City | 13:16 | Show lyrics |
Now it happened in the city of Spires, in the same year that this book was begun, that a certain devout woman held conversation with a suspected witch, and, after the manner of women, they used abusive words to each other. But in the night she wished to put her little suckling child in its cradle, and remembered her encounter that day with the suspected witch. So, fearing some danger to the child, she placed consecrated herbs under it, sprinkled it with holy water, put a little blessed salt to its lips, signed it with the sign of the cross, and diligently secured the cradle. About the middle of the night she heard the child scream... Is it a goatish gorge I smell there on thy pale maiden flesh? Art thou willing to deny the Anomalous Woman – the Deamon lendeth a hand Hast thou murdered unchristened children, and anointed their limbs? Hast thou received burning semen inside the womb O young gentle witch of mine...? He seemeth not disposed to lose his potency And deformed hands ruin her progeny His sinful phallus treacherously disenchanted Ecce veritatem dico sciens quod dum auditores sint verbi et non factores amplius deus offendit et lucrum meum augmentatur. And it came to pass at a night in Rome That I dined with a Bohemian Priest. Who so woebegone moaned about a nameless tree, a female and a Daemon Who so afflicted screamed when tied to the columns of our saviour Who so calumnious mocked our virgin in obsessive abuse of his limbs Perennially suffering... howling... crushing his teeth into the marble „Here he stood, here he stood!“ |
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6. | A Failed Exorcism | 15:33 | Show lyrics |
Ye are incurably diseased Even if the Daemon is summoned That cure would not be a human one Bear your agony, bear him. Nefariousness, intimidation, shamefacedness And sweetest tears to shrive the last of all bedevilments Of the spirit rather than the flesh Paenitentiam agite! Repent and shed purest tears With the intoxication vanished or vainly awaited Now it has been learned from witches that they cause this spell of hatred by means of serpents; For the serpent was the first tool of the devil, And by reason of its curse inherits a hatred of women. Threefoldly deceived ye are: Ungulate youngling, stared at Ungulate youngling, relieved by the Daemon Ungulate youngling, kneeling on hindlimbs Paenitentiam agite! Repent and attend the Communion of the Supper With the intoxication vanished, mutilated and exorcised We’re blessing and regarding the Seven: Show not the path to him Summon not arcane names Forfeit not thy words Abuse not signs and symbols Preach not beyond sacred words Preach the power of sacred words Disguise not as God! I dispossess... Paenitentiam agite! Error erat ut venientes de nocte demonibus aut ut vetule dicunt ’die Seligen’, sed sunt malefice vel demones in earum effigies, debent omnia absumere ut post abundantius tribuant. Colorant quidam et dicunt ’schrettil’ sunt, contra determinationem doctorum quod praeter homines et angelos non sunt alie creature rationales. Unde non sunt nisi demones. At night, when the Daemons came... |
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7. | Trial | 03:44 | Show lyrics |
Read, fatuous lambs, the proclamation on the churchgate: Cum nos totis nostris affectibus inhiantes ac ex omnibus nostris praecordiis affectantes, populum christianum nobis commissum in unitate et serenitate catholice fidei confoveri ac ab omni peste pravitatis haeretice visceraliter elongari, idcirco nos, ad gloriam et honorem recolendi nominis iesu christi et ad exaltationem sancte fidei ortodoxe atque ad depressionem haeretice pravitatis praecipue in maleficis, in virtue of holy obedience and under pain of excommunication we direct, command, require and admonish that within the space of twelve days, the first four of which shall stand for the first warning, the second for the second, and the third for the third warning; And we give this treble canonical warning that they should reveal it unto us if anyone know, see or have heard that any person is denounced to be a heretic or a witch, or if any is suspected especially for such practices as causing harm to men, cattle or the fruits of the earth or to the loss of the State. But if any do not obey these commands and admonitions, let him know that he is impaled with the sword of excommunication. |
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8. | Ordeal | 03:47 | Show lyrics |
Immure, enchain and distress her For she summoneth a harmful silence I leave to the superior to judge if I am good, And I would break myself before my tormentor would. Avoid her touch, truncate her hair For she might conceal intimate charms My silence is not fragile, I shall not shed a tear Inflamed by my Daemon, no ordeal shall I fear. Indoctrinate me, young gentle witch of mine! Bring forth thunder and hailstorm! Mislead me into sexual chaos, and I’ll mislead thee. Inflamed by my Daemon, no ordeal shall I fear. |
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9. | Monument | 12:06 | Show lyrics |
For the glory of God... let none of them be blameless Beware of relieving them from the righteous wrath When she doth transgress, she doth beyond all inquisition ... vel reperitur solum diffamata de haeresi generaliter ... and we impose canonical lustration upon thee A humiliating oath of the morbid one Touch the Gospels... ... vel reperitur ultra infamiam questionibus et tormentis exponenda aliqualiter ... and we celebrate torturous interrogation upon thee Blood from the mouth and the Bishop’s erection Dare not to persist in heresy... ... vel reperitur suspecta de haeresi violenter ... and being repentant, thou keepest the burden of blasphemy Which enrobeth thee in blue, and crosses thou wearest At the church, in the dungeons... ... vel reperitur confessa haeresim et impenitens atque relapsa certitudinaliter ... and the charity, oh!... we lavished upon thee! A triumph of beloved damnation, oh atrocious damnation! Thou art now profane in death! ... vel reperitur non confessa sed convicta de haeresi ... and impenitence igniteth the darkest of all pride upon thee As thine innocence is godless, and the lord is our judge... Thou art now profane in death! Sit laus deo. Exterminium haeresis. Pax vivis. Requies aeterna defunctis. |
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01:18:25 |
Blood Vaults - The Blazing Gospel of Heinrich Kramer
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Alexander von Meilenwald | Everything |
Guest/Session | |
Pola Lörz | Vocals (female) (track 8) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Gnarl | Engineering, Mixing |
Thomas Hein | Layout |
Jana Junker | Photography |
Axel Hermann | Artwork |
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1. | Apologia | 02:23 | Show lyrics |
Among the calamities of a rapidly declining age, Of which – O grieving heart! – our aching souls are cursed to read and bear witness, It is primarily the vetus oriens, Which, unleashed through the irrevocable perdition of his downfall, Surceaseth not to befoul the Church, Whose early proliferation was blessed by the blood baptism of the novus oriens, The Human Christ, With manifold contagions of heresy. And yet, his attempts occur in times, as Earth’s last eve befalls, And the deeds of man turn towards the sinister, And his mind fills with wrath, for the end of all times draws near. And thus, he planted a novel depravation within the acre of God, Marked by the shape of the female, who serves as its gateway: Heresy of the maleficae, so I speak. |
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2. | Daemon | 08:57 | Show lyrics |
An asserere maleficas esse ita censetur catholicum, quod eius oppositum pertinaciter defendere omnino sit hereticum. As Inquisitor master...! I’ll have his work surmount God’s creation Consecrating heresy, hallucinating Daemons And as your bodies tremble, sordid celestial bodies Extol these lines and apprehend: Clandestine is the art of the Daemon... And when he doth transgress, he doth with fervency And as he doth transgress, will ye unmask his messengers...? Hast thou received him so bewitched as a Daemoness? Upon earth there is not his like, who is made without fear Who is as mover superior over the passive Who taketh the virile shape of the loins of the appetent Warm semen is passed on, from Incubus to Succubus To leave a secret blemish on human body and soul... An catholicum sit asserere, quod actus incuborum et succuborum demonum tantum modo infimis spiritibus conueniat. And when thou dost transgress, thou dost through His persuasion And as thou dost transgress, thou dost surrender to depravity. As Inquisitor master...! I challenge all holy volition Corroding souls by the moon, stirring cerebral lifeblood And as your bodies tremble, sordid celestial bodies Extol these lines and apprehend: The stellar call is but a hex of the Daemon... |
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3. | Malefica | 10:24 | Show lyrics |
Non est caput nequius super caput colubri Et non est ira super iram mulieris Commorari leoni et draconi placebit Quam habitare cum muliere nequam. Beware the unsavoury grief of the serpent Eschew her feeble heart, her juices, her tongue Thou wouldst follow a siren’s voice through a sea of caustic Absinthe And with malicious lust inflamed, thou shalt fail, and writhe in hate Mala ergo mulier ex natura – The female is bitterer than death! An generatiuam potentiam seu actum venereum impedire et maleficiare possunt. Veritas scilicet est: May thy virility lie with the taintless vaginae of the innocent May thy limbs escape the illusion of false potency May thy spawn evolve, and may it be virginally thine May thine instincts obey to human stimuli And withstand thyself, Malefica! Malefica, animal imperfectum! The female is bitterer than death! |
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4. | Ornaments on Malice | 08:15 | Show lyrics |
Nec volunt quod deus talia fieri permittat. Read, fatuous lambs... Your wretched evils are punished far beyond disease and death It is them who let the Daemon operate, despite miserable angelic restraint It is them who feed the glory of our lord, and so artfully afflict him And o your animal acts... Patior peccatum originale originatum! Warm semen is passed on, and the guilt, the shame, o the shame! Quanto crebrius quis diabolo se subiecit tanto intollerabiliorem sibi facit ut ei reluctari non possit. Sed cum mali crebrius se subieciant diabolo eis sit tentatio magis intollerabilis et frequentior cum non habeant scutum fidei formate quo se tueantur. Read, fatuous lambs, the five signs of the divine: Precept, Prohibition, Advice, Operation, Permission In times of the witch your devotional faith may be a fatal denial Nothing is done unless Almighty God wishes it to be done, Either by permitting it or by himself doing it. |
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5. | Spires, the Wailing City | 13:16 | Show lyrics |
Now it happened in the city of Spires, in the same year that this book was begun, that a certain devout woman held conversation with a suspected witch, and, after the manner of women, they used abusive words to each other. But in the night she wished to put her little suckling child in its cradle, and remembered her encounter that day with the suspected witch. So, fearing some danger to the child, she placed consecrated herbs under it, sprinkled it with holy water, put a little blessed salt to its lips, signed it with the sign of the cross, and diligently secured the cradle. About the middle of the night she heard the child scream... Is it a goatish gorge I smell there on thy pale maiden flesh? Art thou willing to deny the Anomalous Woman – the Deamon lendeth a hand Hast thou murdered unchristened children, and anointed their limbs? Hast thou received burning semen inside the womb O young gentle witch of mine...? He seemeth not disposed to lose his potency And deformed hands ruin her progeny His sinful phallus treacherously disenchanted Ecce veritatem dico sciens quod dum auditores sint verbi et non factores amplius deus offendit et lucrum meum augmentatur. And it came to pass at a night in Rome That I dined with a Bohemian Priest. Who so woebegone moaned about a nameless tree, a female and a Daemon Who so afflicted screamed when tied to the columns of our saviour Who so calumnious mocked our virgin in obsessive abuse of his limbs Perennially suffering... howling... crushing his teeth into the marble „Here he stood, here he stood!“ |
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6. | A Failed Exorcism | 15:33 | Show lyrics |
Ye are incurably diseased Even if the Daemon is summoned That cure would not be a human one Bear your agony, bear him. Nefariousness, intimidation, shamefacedness And sweetest tears to shrive the last of all bedevilments Of the spirit rather than the flesh Paenitentiam agite! Repent and shed purest tears With the intoxication vanished or vainly awaited Now it has been learned from witches that they cause this spell of hatred by means of serpents; For the serpent was the first tool of the devil, And by reason of its curse inherits a hatred of women. Threefoldly deceived ye are: Ungulate youngling, stared at Ungulate youngling, relieved by the Daemon Ungulate youngling, kneeling on hindlimbs Paenitentiam agite! Repent and attend the Communion of the Supper With the intoxication vanished, mutilated and exorcised We’re blessing and regarding the Seven: Show not the path to him Summon not arcane names Forfeit not thy words Abuse not signs and symbols Preach not beyond sacred words Preach the power of sacred words Disguise not as God! I dispossess... Paenitentiam agite! Error erat ut venientes de nocte demonibus aut ut vetule dicunt ’die Seligen’, sed sunt malefice vel demones in earum effigies, debent omnia absumere ut post abundantius tribuant. Colorant quidam et dicunt ’schrettil’ sunt, contra determinationem doctorum quod praeter homines et angelos non sunt alie creature rationales. Unde non sunt nisi demones. At night, when the Daemons came... |
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7. | Trial | 03:44 | Show lyrics |
Read, fatuous lambs, the proclamation on the churchgate: Cum nos totis nostris affectibus inhiantes ac ex omnibus nostris praecordiis affectantes, populum christianum nobis commissum in unitate et serenitate catholice fidei confoveri ac ab omni peste pravitatis haeretice visceraliter elongari, idcirco nos, ad gloriam et honorem recolendi nominis iesu christi et ad exaltationem sancte fidei ortodoxe atque ad depressionem haeretice pravitatis praecipue in maleficis, in virtue of holy obedience and under pain of excommunication we direct, command, require and admonish that within the space of twelve days, the first four of which shall stand for the first warning, the second for the second, and the third for the third warning; And we give this treble canonical warning that they should reveal it unto us if anyone know, see or have heard that any person is denounced to be a heretic or a witch, or if any is suspected especially for such practices as causing harm to men, cattle or the fruits of the earth or to the loss of the State. But if any do not obey these commands and admonitions, let him know that he is impaled with the sword of excommunication. |
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8. | Ordeal | 03:47 | Show lyrics |
Immure, enchain and distress her For she summoneth a harmful silence I leave to the superior to judge if I am good, And I would break myself before my tormentor would. Avoid her touch, truncate her hair For she might conceal intimate charms My silence is not fragile, I shall not shed a tear Inflamed by my Daemon, no ordeal shall I fear. Indoctrinate me, young gentle witch of mine! Bring forth thunder and hailstorm! Mislead me into sexual chaos, and I’ll mislead thee. Inflamed by my Daemon, no ordeal shall I fear. |
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9. | Monument | 12:06 | Show lyrics |
For the glory of God... let none of them be blameless Beware of relieving them from the righteous wrath When she doth transgress, she doth beyond all inquisition ... vel reperitur solum diffamata de haeresi generaliter ... and we impose canonical lustration upon thee A humiliating oath of the morbid one Touch the Gospels... ... vel reperitur ultra infamiam questionibus et tormentis exponenda aliqualiter ... and we celebrate torturous interrogation upon thee Blood from the mouth and the Bishop’s erection Dare not to persist in heresy... ... vel reperitur suspecta de haeresi violenter ... and being repentant, thou keepest the burden of blasphemy Which enrobeth thee in blue, and crosses thou wearest At the church, in the dungeons... ... vel reperitur confessa haeresim et impenitens atque relapsa certitudinaliter ... and the charity, oh!... we lavished upon thee! A triumph of beloved damnation, oh atrocious damnation! Thou art now profane in death! ... vel reperitur non confessa sed convicta de haeresi ... and impenitence igniteth the darkest of all pride upon thee As thine innocence is godless, and the lord is our judge... Thou art now profane in death! Sit laus deo. Exterminium haeresis. Pax vivis. Requies aeterna defunctis. |
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01:18:25 |
Blood Vaults - The Blazing Gospel of Heinrich Kramer
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Alexander von Meilenwald | Everything |
Guest/Session | |
Pola Lörz | Vocals (female) (track 8) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Gnarl | Engineering, Mixing |
Thomas Hein | Layout |
Jana Junker | Photography |
Axel Hermann | Artwork |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Apologia | 02:23 | Show lyrics |
Among the calamities of a rapidly declining age, Of which – O grieving heart! – our aching souls are cursed to read and bear witness, It is primarily the vetus oriens, Which, unleashed through the irrevocable perdition of his downfall, Surceaseth not to befoul the Church, Whose early proliferation was blessed by the blood baptism of the novus oriens, The Human Christ, With manifold contagions of heresy. And yet, his attempts occur in times, as Earth’s last eve befalls, And the deeds of man turn towards the sinister, And his mind fills with wrath, for the end of all times draws near. And thus, he planted a novel depravation within the acre of God, Marked by the shape of the female, who serves as its gateway: Heresy of the maleficae, so I speak. |
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2. | Daemon | 08:57 | Show lyrics |
An asserere maleficas esse ita censetur catholicum, quod eius oppositum pertinaciter defendere omnino sit hereticum. As Inquisitor master...! I’ll have his work surmount God’s creation Consecrating heresy, hallucinating Daemons And as your bodies tremble, sordid celestial bodies Extol these lines and apprehend: Clandestine is the art of the Daemon... And when he doth transgress, he doth with fervency And as he doth transgress, will ye unmask his messengers...? Hast thou received him so bewitched as a Daemoness? Upon earth there is not his like, who is made without fear Who is as mover superior over the passive Who taketh the virile shape of the loins of the appetent Warm semen is passed on, from Incubus to Succubus To leave a secret blemish on human body and soul... An catholicum sit asserere, quod actus incuborum et succuborum demonum tantum modo infimis spiritibus conueniat. And when thou dost transgress, thou dost through His persuasion And as thou dost transgress, thou dost surrender to depravity. As Inquisitor master...! I challenge all holy volition Corroding souls by the moon, stirring cerebral lifeblood And as your bodies tremble, sordid celestial bodies Extol these lines and apprehend: The stellar call is but a hex of the Daemon... |
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3. | Malefica | 10:24 | Show lyrics |
Non est caput nequius super caput colubri Et non est ira super iram mulieris Commorari leoni et draconi placebit Quam habitare cum muliere nequam. Beware the unsavoury grief of the serpent Eschew her feeble heart, her juices, her tongue Thou wouldst follow a siren’s voice through a sea of caustic Absinthe And with malicious lust inflamed, thou shalt fail, and writhe in hate Mala ergo mulier ex natura – The female is bitterer than death! An generatiuam potentiam seu actum venereum impedire et maleficiare possunt. Veritas scilicet est: May thy virility lie with the taintless vaginae of the innocent May thy limbs escape the illusion of false potency May thy spawn evolve, and may it be virginally thine May thine instincts obey to human stimuli And withstand thyself, Malefica! Malefica, animal imperfectum! The female is bitterer than death! |
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4. | Ornaments on Malice | 08:15 | Show lyrics |
Nec volunt quod deus talia fieri permittat. Read, fatuous lambs... Your wretched evils are punished far beyond disease and death It is them who let the Daemon operate, despite miserable angelic restraint It is them who feed the glory of our lord, and so artfully afflict him And o your animal acts... Patior peccatum originale originatum! Warm semen is passed on, and the guilt, the shame, o the shame! Quanto crebrius quis diabolo se subiecit tanto intollerabiliorem sibi facit ut ei reluctari non possit. Sed cum mali crebrius se subieciant diabolo eis sit tentatio magis intollerabilis et frequentior cum non habeant scutum fidei formate quo se tueantur. Read, fatuous lambs, the five signs of the divine: Precept, Prohibition, Advice, Operation, Permission In times of the witch your devotional faith may be a fatal denial Nothing is done unless Almighty God wishes it to be done, Either by permitting it or by himself doing it. |
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5. | Spires, the Wailing City | 13:16 | Show lyrics |
Now it happened in the city of Spires, in the same year that this book was begun, that a certain devout woman held conversation with a suspected witch, and, after the manner of women, they used abusive words to each other. But in the night she wished to put her little suckling child in its cradle, and remembered her encounter that day with the suspected witch. So, fearing some danger to the child, she placed consecrated herbs under it, sprinkled it with holy water, put a little blessed salt to its lips, signed it with the sign of the cross, and diligently secured the cradle. About the middle of the night she heard the child scream... Is it a goatish gorge I smell there on thy pale maiden flesh? Art thou willing to deny the Anomalous Woman – the Deamon lendeth a hand Hast thou murdered unchristened children, and anointed their limbs? Hast thou received burning semen inside the womb O young gentle witch of mine...? He seemeth not disposed to lose his potency And deformed hands ruin her progeny His sinful phallus treacherously disenchanted Ecce veritatem dico sciens quod dum auditores sint verbi et non factores amplius deus offendit et lucrum meum augmentatur. And it came to pass at a night in Rome That I dined with a Bohemian Priest. Who so woebegone moaned about a nameless tree, a female and a Daemon Who so afflicted screamed when tied to the columns of our saviour Who so calumnious mocked our virgin in obsessive abuse of his limbs Perennially suffering... howling... crushing his teeth into the marble „Here he stood, here he stood!“ |
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6. | A Failed Exorcism | 15:33 | Show lyrics |
Ye are incurably diseased Even if the Daemon is summoned That cure would not be a human one Bear your agony, bear him. Nefariousness, intimidation, shamefacedness And sweetest tears to shrive the last of all bedevilments Of the spirit rather than the flesh Paenitentiam agite! Repent and shed purest tears With the intoxication vanished or vainly awaited Now it has been learned from witches that they cause this spell of hatred by means of serpents; For the serpent was the first tool of the devil, And by reason of its curse inherits a hatred of women. Threefoldly deceived ye are: Ungulate youngling, stared at Ungulate youngling, relieved by the Daemon Ungulate youngling, kneeling on hindlimbs Paenitentiam agite! Repent and attend the Communion of the Supper With the intoxication vanished, mutilated and exorcised We’re blessing and regarding the Seven: Show not the path to him Summon not arcane names Forfeit not thy words Abuse not signs and symbols Preach not beyond sacred words Preach the power of sacred words Disguise not as God! I dispossess... Paenitentiam agite! Error erat ut venientes de nocte demonibus aut ut vetule dicunt ’die Seligen’, sed sunt malefice vel demones in earum effigies, debent omnia absumere ut post abundantius tribuant. Colorant quidam et dicunt ’schrettil’ sunt, contra determinationem doctorum quod praeter homines et angelos non sunt alie creature rationales. Unde non sunt nisi demones. At night, when the Daemons came... |
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7. | Trial | 03:44 | Show lyrics |
Read, fatuous lambs, the proclamation on the churchgate: Cum nos totis nostris affectibus inhiantes ac ex omnibus nostris praecordiis affectantes, populum christianum nobis commissum in unitate et serenitate catholice fidei confoveri ac ab omni peste pravitatis haeretice visceraliter elongari, idcirco nos, ad gloriam et honorem recolendi nominis iesu christi et ad exaltationem sancte fidei ortodoxe atque ad depressionem haeretice pravitatis praecipue in maleficis, in virtue of holy obedience and under pain of excommunication we direct, command, require and admonish that within the space of twelve days, the first four of which shall stand for the first warning, the second for the second, and the third for the third warning; And we give this treble canonical warning that they should reveal it unto us if anyone know, see or have heard that any person is denounced to be a heretic or a witch, or if any is suspected especially for such practices as causing harm to men, cattle or the fruits of the earth or to the loss of the State. But if any do not obey these commands and admonitions, let him know that he is impaled with the sword of excommunication. |
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8. | Ordeal | 03:47 | Show lyrics |
Immure, enchain and distress her For she summoneth a harmful silence I leave to the superior to judge if I am good, And I would break myself before my tormentor would. Avoid her touch, truncate her hair For she might conceal intimate charms My silence is not fragile, I shall not shed a tear Inflamed by my Daemon, no ordeal shall I fear. Indoctrinate me, young gentle witch of mine! Bring forth thunder and hailstorm! Mislead me into sexual chaos, and I’ll mislead thee. Inflamed by my Daemon, no ordeal shall I fear. |
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9. | Monument | 12:06 | Show lyrics |
For the glory of God... let none of them be blameless Beware of relieving them from the righteous wrath When she doth transgress, she doth beyond all inquisition ... vel reperitur solum diffamata de haeresi generaliter ... and we impose canonical lustration upon thee A humiliating oath of the morbid one Touch the Gospels... ... vel reperitur ultra infamiam questionibus et tormentis exponenda aliqualiter ... and we celebrate torturous interrogation upon thee Blood from the mouth and the Bishop’s erection Dare not to persist in heresy... ... vel reperitur suspecta de haeresi violenter ... and being repentant, thou keepest the burden of blasphemy Which enrobeth thee in blue, and crosses thou wearest At the church, in the dungeons... ... vel reperitur confessa haeresim et impenitens atque relapsa certitudinaliter ... and the charity, oh!... we lavished upon thee! A triumph of beloved damnation, oh atrocious damnation! Thou art now profane in death! ... vel reperitur non confessa sed convicta de haeresi ... and impenitence igniteth the darkest of all pride upon thee As thine innocence is godless, and the lord is our judge... Thou art now profane in death! Sit laus deo. Exterminium haeresis. Pax vivis. Requies aeterna defunctis. |
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01:18:25 |
Takitum Tootem!
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1. | Takitum Tootem! (Wardance) | 08:50 | |
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2. | Set the Controls for the Heart of the Sun (Pink Floyd cover) | 11:50 | Show lyrics |
Little by little the night turns around Counting the leaves which tremble at dawn Lotus’s lean on each other in yearning Over the hills a swallow is resting Set the controls for the heart of the sun Over the mountain watching the watcher Breaking the darkness, waking the grapevine Knowledge of love is knowledge of shadow Love is the shadow that ripens the wine Set the controls for the heart of the sun The heart of the sun, the heart of the sun Witness the man who waves at the wall Making the shape of his question to Heaven Whether the sun will fall in the evening Will he remember the lesson of giving? Set the controls for the heart of the sun The heart of the sun, the heart of the sun |
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20:40 |
Takitum Tootem!
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Alexander von Meilenwald | Everything |
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1. | Takitum Tootem! (Wardance) | 08:50 | |
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2. | Set the Controls for the Heart of the Sun (Pink Floyd cover) | 11:50 | Show lyrics |
Little by little the night turns around Counting the leaves which tremble at dawn Lotus’s lean on each other in yearning Over the hills a swallow is resting Set the controls for the heart of the sun Over the mountain watching the watcher Breaking the darkness, waking the grapevine Knowledge of love is knowledge of shadow Love is the shadow that ripens the wine Set the controls for the heart of the sun The heart of the sun, the heart of the sun Witness the man who waves at the wall Making the shape of his question to Heaven Whether the sun will fall in the evening Will he remember the lesson of giving? Set the controls for the heart of the sun The heart of the sun, the heart of the sun |
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20:40 |
Exuvia
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Alexander von Meilenwald | Everything |
Guest/Session | |
Michael Zech | Keyboards |
Paris Sadonis | Keyboards |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Michael Zech | Producer, Engineering, Mixing |
V. Santura | Mastering |
Julia Schneider | Cover art, Layout, Artwork |
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1. | Exuvia | 15:27 | Show lyrics |
The forests of earth should not frighten me But o Mother Gaea, what is this light? Mother Gaea, all those visions - my blood boils! Through feculent warmth I creep on ancient soil Recollection so vivid Let me chant in intoxication... I shall rest here forevermore. Gaia speaks: "...and what if I told you That we’ve been on a glade here And the grim trees ahead Are none of my creatures And those golden rays are not thrown from a sun And your necrotic scales merely struggle through lava ...would your eyes turn cloudy?" |
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2. | Surtur Barbaar Maritime | 08:51 | Show lyrics |
At night, the storms gripped our fleet Arctic monuments burst asunder Never surrender the choir of Gods With beasts on our side we enter land Do not ever dare to roam the sacred grove unchained Now, as your path is lost, Crawl... Hordes o hordes...destroy the temples of the North We shall set sails ahead! We are now presentees on the ship of the fertile Vanr Offered a fest of slaughtered goats Bare the precious marrow, bawl with strength Midgard is ours, ad arma! Surrender your limbs to the wrath of Midgard’s defenders Now, as your motion flags, Crawl... Hordes o hordes...as bones of the beasts of burden crack We shall set sails ahead! Barren shores loom, wretches bark at a devoured moon Now, as the wolf’s unleashed, Crawl! |
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3. | Mære (On a Stillbirth’s Tomb) | 11:22 | Show lyrics |
Draws the dusk through the eyes of an insect Salivates for the whore Echidna Thirsty glance up the sunlit towers Leaves it doomed and broken in the end She is no deity, no saviouress Not in her monumental splendour Not in her ashen malice And as the Maere on a stillbirth’s tomb Once again, her virgin dress is draped with shreds of flesh Mildewed prison, candlelit barely The whore Echidna, suckling A salacious glare in its eyes Sore limbs, sore teats, savage tongue... She is no deity, no saviouress Not in her monumental splendour Not in her ashen malice And as the Maere on a stillbirth’s tomb Once again, her virgin dress is draped with shreds of flesh Regurgitate with greed She won’t let it starve.. Six legs lead it astray...in circles...astray...in circles...astray...astray...astray...astray... Has it now passed the years that could have left it blind...? |
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4. | The Pythia’s Pale Wolves | 14:34 | Show lyrics |
Our proud Arkadia celebrates tonight All circles ablaze with torchlight Our masked, splendorous patron Shall stare into the lidless eyes of our cattle Betimes... Zeus...burn my mind! Sing, Priestess, sing! Your eyes, your chant, your ecstasy! Pythia, sing to me! Zeus...punish me! Dance, Priestess, dance! Your herbs, your breath, all agony! O Pythia, pour it all over me... |
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5. | Towards Malakia | 09:39 | Show lyrics |
This map’s dead point Grows in the eye of abhorrence Old and yellow vellum Will you guide me? Rise as an avenger Cast your grey and brown Aspirate your bewitching tone Flood your moats with acid Let me ennoble your brave disciples On waves like flames Await my coming Ablaze yet silent Malakia. |
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6. | Takitum Tootem! (Trance) | 07:45 | Show lyrics |
Thrones...as far as the eye can reach...thrones Rotting ungarnished, an unsavoury patina As if it was given a genuine voice In a strident elegy for the shame of Kings Bones...a landscape of bones Here, at the junction of old roads, old dust raised Welcome our Kings in their iron chariots Acclaim them in humility, and form a guard of honour Skeletons of the underbrush Beasts of the mountains Ghosts of the sea Bury your hearts in obedient silence! Pride devours pride King devours king Dynasties of miserable sleep - Finally haunted by animal eyes Finally fallen! Here, at the very end of all bacchanal frenzy Behold our Kings - naked, ashamed, abased Hubris! Hubris! Hubris! No nightmare left undreamt Hubris! Hubris! Hubris! |
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01:07:38 |
Exuvia
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Alexander von Meilenwald | Everything |
Guest/Session | |
Michael Zech | Keyboards |
Paris Sadonis | Keyboards |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Julia Schneider | Layout, Artwork, Cover art |
Michael Zech | Producer, Engineering, Mixing |
V. Santura | Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Exuvia | 15:27 | Show lyrics |
The forests of earth should not frighten me But o Mother Gaea, what is this light? Mother Gaea, all those visions - my blood boils! Through feculent warmth I creep on ancient soil Recollection so vivid Let me chant in intoxication... I shall rest here forevermore. Gaia speaks: "...and what if I told you That we’ve been on a glade here And the grim trees ahead Are none of my creatures And those golden rays are not thrown from a sun And your necrotic scales merely struggle through lava ...would your eyes turn cloudy?" |
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Side B | |||
2. | Surtur Barbaar Maritime | 08:51 | Show lyrics |
At night, the storms gripped our fleet Arctic monuments burst asunder Never surrender the choir of Gods With beasts on our side we enter land Do not ever dare to roam the sacred grove unchained Now, as your path is lost, Crawl... Hordes o hordes...destroy the temples of the North We shall set sails ahead! We are now presentees on the ship of the fertile Vanr Offered a fest of slaughtered goats Bare the precious marrow, bawl with strength Midgard is ours, ad arma! Surrender your limbs to the wrath of Midgard’s defenders Now, as your motion flags, Crawl... Hordes o hordes...as bones of the beasts of burden crack We shall set sails ahead! Barren shores loom, wretches bark at a devoured moon Now, as the wolf’s unleashed, Crawl! |
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3. | Mære (On a Stillbirth’s Tomb) | 11:22 | Show lyrics |
Draws the dusk through the eyes of an insect Salivates for the whore Echidna Thirsty glance up the sunlit towers Leaves it doomed and broken in the end She is no deity, no saviouress Not in her monumental splendour Not in her ashen malice And as the Maere on a stillbirth’s tomb Once again, her virgin dress is draped with shreds of flesh Mildewed prison, candlelit barely The whore Echidna, suckling A salacious glare in its eyes Sore limbs, sore teats, savage tongue... She is no deity, no saviouress Not in her monumental splendour Not in her ashen malice And as the Maere on a stillbirth’s tomb Once again, her virgin dress is draped with shreds of flesh Regurgitate with greed She won’t let it starve.. Six legs lead it astray...in circles...astray...in circles...astray...astray...astray...astray... Has it now passed the years that could have left it blind...? |
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35:40 | |||
Disc 2 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | The Pythia’s Pale Wolves | 14:34 | Show lyrics |
Our proud Arkadia celebrates tonight All circles ablaze with torchlight Our masked, splendorous patron Shall stare into the lidless eyes of our cattle Betimes... Zeus...burn my mind! Sing, Priestess, sing! Your eyes, your chant, your ecstasy! Pythia, sing to me! Zeus...punish me! Dance, Priestess, dance! Your herbs, your breath, all agony! O Pythia, pour it all over me... |
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Side B | |||
2. | Towards Malakia | 09:39 | Show lyrics |
This map’s dead point Grows in the eye of abhorrence Old and yellow vellum Will you guide me? Rise as an avenger Cast your grey and brown Aspirate your bewitching tone Flood your moats with acid Let me ennoble your brave disciples On waves like flames Await my coming Ablaze yet silent Malakia. |
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3. | Takitum Tootem! (Trance) | 07:45 | Show lyrics |
Thrones...as far as the eye can reach...thrones Rotting ungarnished, an unsavoury patina As if it was given a genuine voice In a strident elegy for the shame of Kings Bones...a landscape of bones Here, at the junction of old roads, old dust raised Welcome our Kings in their iron chariots Acclaim them in humility, and form a guard of honour Skeletons of the underbrush Beasts of the mountains Ghosts of the sea Bury your hearts in obedient silence! Pride devours pride King devours king Dynasties of miserable sleep - Finally haunted by animal eyes Finally fallen! Here, at the very end of all bacchanal frenzy Behold our Kings - naked, ashamed, abased Hubris! Hubris! Hubris! No nightmare left undreamt Hubris! Hubris! Hubris! |
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31:58 |
Exuvia
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Alexander von Meilenwald | Everything |
Guest/Session | |
Michael Zech | Keyboards |
Paris Sadonis | Keyboards |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Julia Schneider | Layout, Artwork, Cover art |
Michael Zech | Producer, Engineering, Mixing |
V. Santura | Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Exuvia | 15:27 | Show lyrics |
The forests of earth should not frighten me But o Mother Gaea, what is this light? Mother Gaea, all those visions - my blood boils! Through feculent warmth I creep on ancient soil Recollection so vivid Let me chant in intoxication... I shall rest here forevermore. Gaia speaks: "...and what if I told you That we’ve been on a glade here And the grim trees ahead Are none of my creatures And those golden rays are not thrown from a sun And your necrotic scales merely struggle through lava ...would your eyes turn cloudy?" |
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2. | Surtur Barbaar Maritime | 08:51 | Show lyrics |
At night, the storms gripped our fleet Arctic monuments burst asunder Never surrender the choir of Gods With beasts on our side we enter land Do not ever dare to roam the sacred grove unchained Now, as your path is lost, Crawl... Hordes o hordes...destroy the temples of the North We shall set sails ahead! We are now presentees on the ship of the fertile Vanr Offered a fest of slaughtered goats Bare the precious marrow, bawl with strength Midgard is ours, ad arma! Surrender your limbs to the wrath of Midgard’s defenders Now, as your motion flags, Crawl... Hordes o hordes...as bones of the beasts of burden crack We shall set sails ahead! Barren shores loom, wretches bark at a devoured moon Now, as the wolf’s unleashed, Crawl! |
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3. | Mære (On a Stillbirth’s Tomb) | 11:22 | Show lyrics |
Draws the dusk through the eyes of an insect Salivates for the whore Echidna Thirsty glance up the sunlit towers Leaves it doomed and broken in the end She is no deity, no saviouress Not in her monumental splendour Not in her ashen malice And as the Maere on a stillbirth’s tomb Once again, her virgin dress is draped with shreds of flesh Mildewed prison, candlelit barely The whore Echidna, suckling A salacious glare in its eyes Sore limbs, sore teats, savage tongue... She is no deity, no saviouress Not in her monumental splendour Not in her ashen malice And as the Maere on a stillbirth’s tomb Once again, her virgin dress is draped with shreds of flesh Regurgitate with greed She won’t let it starve.. Six legs lead it astray...in circles...astray...in circles...astray...astray...astray...astray... Has it now passed the years that could have left it blind...? |
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4. | The Pythia’s Pale Wolves | 14:34 | Show lyrics |
Our proud Arkadia celebrates tonight All circles ablaze with torchlight Our masked, splendorous patron Shall stare into the lidless eyes of our cattle Betimes... Zeus...burn my mind! Sing, Priestess, sing! Your eyes, your chant, your ecstasy! Pythia, sing to me! Zeus...punish me! Dance, Priestess, dance! Your herbs, your breath, all agony! O Pythia, pour it all over me... |
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5. | Towards Malakia | 09:39 | Show lyrics |
This map’s dead point Grows in the eye of abhorrence Old and yellow vellum Will you guide me? Rise as an avenger Cast your grey and brown Aspirate your bewitching tone Flood your moats with acid Let me ennoble your brave disciples On waves like flames Await my coming Ablaze yet silent Malakia. |
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6. | Takitum Tootem! (Trance) | 07:45 | Show lyrics |
Thrones...as far as the eye can reach...thrones Rotting ungarnished, an unsavoury patina As if it was given a genuine voice In a strident elegy for the shame of Kings Bones...a landscape of bones Here, at the junction of old roads, old dust raised Welcome our Kings in their iron chariots Acclaim them in humility, and form a guard of honour Skeletons of the underbrush Beasts of the mountains Ghosts of the sea Bury your hearts in obedient silence! Pride devours pride King devours king Dynasties of miserable sleep - Finally haunted by animal eyes Finally fallen! Here, at the very end of all bacchanal frenzy Behold our Kings - naked, ashamed, abased Hubris! Hubris! Hubris! No nightmare left undreamt Hubris! Hubris! Hubris! |
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01:07:38 |
Exuvia
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Alexander von Meilenwald | Everything |
Guest/Session | |
Michael Zech | Keyboards |
Paris Sadonis | Keyboards |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Julia Schneider | Layout, Artwork, Cover art |
Michael Zech | Producer, Engineering, Mixing |
V. Santura | Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Exuvia | 15:27 | Show lyrics |
The forests of earth should not frighten me But o Mother Gaea, what is this light? Mother Gaea, all those visions - my blood boils! Through feculent warmth I creep on ancient soil Recollection so vivid Let me chant in intoxication... I shall rest here forevermore. Gaia speaks: "...and what if I told you That we’ve been on a glade here And the grim trees ahead Are none of my creatures And those golden rays are not thrown from a sun And your necrotic scales merely struggle through lava ...would your eyes turn cloudy?" |
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Side B | |||
2. | Surtur Barbaar Maritime | 08:51 | Show lyrics |
At night, the storms gripped our fleet Arctic monuments burst asunder Never surrender the choir of Gods With beasts on our side we enter land Do not ever dare to roam the sacred grove unchained Now, as your path is lost, Crawl... Hordes o hordes...destroy the temples of the North We shall set sails ahead! We are now presentees on the ship of the fertile Vanr Offered a fest of slaughtered goats Bare the precious marrow, bawl with strength Midgard is ours, ad arma! Surrender your limbs to the wrath of Midgard’s defenders Now, as your motion flags, Crawl... Hordes o hordes...as bones of the beasts of burden crack We shall set sails ahead! Barren shores loom, wretches bark at a devoured moon Now, as the wolf’s unleashed, Crawl! |
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3. | Mære (On a Stillbirth’s Tomb) | 11:22 | Show lyrics |
Draws the dusk through the eyes of an insect Salivates for the whore Echidna Thirsty glance up the sunlit towers Leaves it doomed and broken in the end She is no deity, no saviouress Not in her monumental splendour Not in her ashen malice And as the Maere on a stillbirth’s tomb Once again, her virgin dress is draped with shreds of flesh Mildewed prison, candlelit barely The whore Echidna, suckling A salacious glare in its eyes Sore limbs, sore teats, savage tongue... She is no deity, no saviouress Not in her monumental splendour Not in her ashen malice And as the Maere on a stillbirth’s tomb Once again, her virgin dress is draped with shreds of flesh Regurgitate with greed She won’t let it starve.. Six legs lead it astray...in circles...astray...in circles...astray...astray...astray...astray... Has it now passed the years that could have left it blind...? |
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35:40 | |||
Disc 2 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | The Pythia’s Pale Wolves | 14:34 | Show lyrics |
Our proud Arkadia celebrates tonight All circles ablaze with torchlight Our masked, splendorous patron Shall stare into the lidless eyes of our cattle Betimes... Zeus...burn my mind! Sing, Priestess, sing! Your eyes, your chant, your ecstasy! Pythia, sing to me! Zeus...punish me! Dance, Priestess, dance! Your herbs, your breath, all agony! O Pythia, pour it all over me... |
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Side B | |||
2. | Towards Malakia | 09:39 | Show lyrics |
This map’s dead point Grows in the eye of abhorrence Old and yellow vellum Will you guide me? Rise as an avenger Cast your grey and brown Aspirate your bewitching tone Flood your moats with acid Let me ennoble your brave disciples On waves like flames Await my coming Ablaze yet silent Malakia. |
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3. | Takitum Tootem! (Trance) | 07:45 | Show lyrics |
Thrones...as far as the eye can reach...thrones Rotting ungarnished, an unsavoury patina As if it was given a genuine voice In a strident elegy for the shame of Kings Bones...a landscape of bones Here, at the junction of old roads, old dust raised Welcome our Kings in their iron chariots Acclaim them in humility, and form a guard of honour Skeletons of the underbrush Beasts of the mountains Ghosts of the sea Bury your hearts in obedient silence! Pride devours pride King devours king Dynasties of miserable sleep - Finally haunted by animal eyes Finally fallen! Here, at the very end of all bacchanal frenzy Behold our Kings - naked, ashamed, abased Hubris! Hubris! Hubris! No nightmare left undreamt Hubris! Hubris! Hubris! |
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31:58 |
Don’t Walk on the Mass Graves
Members | |
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Band members | |
Mourning Beloveth | |
Timmy Johnson | Drums |
Frank Brennan | Guitars, Vocals (clean) |
Darren Moore | Vocals |
Brendan Roche | Bass |
Pauric Gallagher | Guitars |
The Ruins of Beverast | |
Alexander von Meilenwald | Everything |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Laurent Teubl | Mastering |
Glyn Smyth | Cover art |
Alejandro Tedín | Design |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Mourning Beloveth - I Saw a Dying Child in Your Arms | 09:38 | Show lyrics |
I saw a dying child in your arms Like a vapour exhaled by the earth doomed to arrive nowhere For in the darkness we must fall back on our own woven seed And you would think I would go meet those primal beasts For I had such things to attend, Strange witchcraft, with their drums and their dancing We could not understand because we did not remember The mind can do everything because of what is in it... All of the past and all of the future truth, Stripped of its cloak of time for the devil can bee too much a devil to be seen But most of us fall between fool and devil not able to see the heavenly earth So it’s a standing place where we must endure all the sights and sounds And the smell of rotting flesh No longing for the gallows between butcher and divine The empires of the future are the empires of the mind With no memories of coffins Or the graves today From envious uprisings The squalor of life With blood through the ages As the world goes on and on There will never be enough |
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Side B | |||
2. | The Ruins of Beverast - Silhouettes of Death’s Grace | 09:58 | Show lyrics |
My vast forest eternally For my restful eyes watch from below Dead limbs reach out for me Spell of rigor mortis and codweb Strike up, my corpses, The hymn of unavenged chaos! Make the undergrowth tremble Which giant noise will wake me up To live and die within this nightmare...? Silhouettes of death’s grace |
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19:36 |
Don’t Walk on the Mass Graves
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Mourning Beloveth | |
Timmy Johnson | Drums |
Frank Brennan | Guitars, Vocals (clean) |
Darren Moore | Vocals |
Brendan Roche | Bass |
Pauric Gallagher | Guitars |
The Ruins of Beverast | |
Alexander von Meilenwald | Everything |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Alejandro Tedín | Design |
Laurent Teubl | Mastering |
Glyn Smyth | Cover art |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Mourning Beloveth - I Saw a Dying Child in Your Arms | 09:38 | Show lyrics |
I saw a dying child in your arms Like a vapour exhaled by the earth doomed to arrive nowhere For in the darkness we must fall back on our own woven seed And you would think I would go meet those primal beasts For I had such things to attend, Strange witchcraft, with their drums and their dancing We could not understand because we did not remember The mind can do everything because of what is in it... All of the past and all of the future truth, Stripped of its cloak of time for the devil can bee too much a devil to be seen But most of us fall between fool and devil not able to see the heavenly earth So it’s a standing place where we must endure all the sights and sounds And the smell of rotting flesh No longing for the gallows between butcher and divine The empires of the future are the empires of the mind With no memories of coffins Or the graves today From envious uprisings The squalor of life With blood through the ages As the world goes on and on There will never be enough |
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2. | The Ruins of Beverast - Silhouettes of Death’s Grace | 09:58 | Show lyrics |
My vast forest eternally For my restful eyes watch from below Dead limbs reach out for me Spell of rigor mortis and codweb Strike up, my corpses, The hymn of unavenged chaos! Make the undergrowth tremble Which giant noise will wake me up To live and die within this nightmare...? Silhouettes of death’s grace |
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19:36 |
Don’t Walk on the Mass Graves
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Mourning Beloveth | |
Timmy Johnson | Drums |
Frank Brennan | Guitars, Vocals (clean) |
Darren Moore | Vocals |
Brendan Roche | Bass |
Pauric Gallagher | Guitars |
The Ruins of Beverast | |
Alexander von Meilenwald | Everything |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Alejandro Tedín | Design |
Laurent Teubl | Mastering |
Glyn Smyth | Cover art |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Mourning Beloveth - I Saw a Dying Child in Your Arms | 09:38 | Show lyrics |
I saw a dying child in your arms Like a vapour exhaled by the earth doomed to arrive nowhere For in the darkness we must fall back on our own woven seed And you would think I would go meet those primal beasts For I had such things to attend, Strange witchcraft, with their drums and their dancing We could not understand because we did not remember The mind can do everything because of what is in it... All of the past and all of the future truth, Stripped of its cloak of time for the devil can bee too much a devil to be seen But most of us fall between fool and devil not able to see the heavenly earth So it’s a standing place where we must endure all the sights and sounds And the smell of rotting flesh No longing for the gallows between butcher and divine The empires of the future are the empires of the mind With no memories of coffins Or the graves today From envious uprisings The squalor of life With blood through the ages As the world goes on and on There will never be enough |
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2. | The Ruins of Beverast - Silhouettes of Death’s Grace | 09:58 | Show lyrics |
My vast forest eternally For my restful eyes watch from below Dead limbs reach out for me Spell of rigor mortis and codweb Strike up, my corpses, The hymn of unavenged chaos! Make the undergrowth tremble Which giant noise will wake me up To live and die within this nightmare...? Silhouettes of death’s grace |
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19:36 |
The Ruins of Beverast / Almyrkvi
Members | |
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Band members | |
Almyrkvi | |
B. Einarsson | Drums |
Garðar S. Jónsson | Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Programming |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Jordan Barlow | Artwork |
Heresie Design Studio | Layout |
S. Lockhart | Recording (drums) |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Almyrkvi - Asomatous Grove | 10:32 | Show lyrics |
The night’s charriot disembarks headed for the atemporal forest Skies immured, and darkness falls Pestiferous moribund menaces disgorge hellish tongues of magma A cluster of growls Their vociferous howls Forebode the ephemeral Imprisoned within the asomatous Ethereal emerald stream Tainted by the igneous Scorching fires gleam Astral scythe is lowered Beating labyrinthine paths Hounded by the snarling feral beast Empyrean nonpareil impaired The tarnished cloak elails Caliginous craft charges |
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2. | Almyrkvi - Managarmr | 09:52 | Show lyrics |
Gushing from the pores of reality, Embraced in umbral shadows Thaumaturgic silver steeds, Drag a shroud of spectral brilliance Tapering towards a bleeding golden throne, Where ethereal flames burn bright Blazing beyond pristine spires, Guarded by sharpened fangs An achromic aperture, Opaque ramparts reveal Crumbling bridges paved by splinters, Stelliferous plasma of celestial stallions Slowly slithering through furrows Of shimmering arcane ruins Snared by claw and consumed by hatred Devouring the Moon |
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3. | The Ruins of Beverast - The Grand Nebula Pulse | 12:58 | Show lyrics |
No measures in this sempiternal void Somnambulate in searing stellar heat Slow cataclysmic embers, Sheer luminal presence Colours like bodies, So imperious their voice... Appearing the redeemer, unearthly idol Writhing pulsating spirit Nebular silence, a wistful Spell of the sleepless colours like bodies, so menacing their chant... Sól, you keep a core rife With souls that burn my skin Grant me dead water for my sins to dwell And for dawn, will you leave it here The nebula onto all Of us will pray for night no more. We’ll pray for night no more. |
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4. | The Ruins of Beverast - Hunters | 09:05 | Show lyrics |
What remains from Earth below Is to celebrate in suspicion Some shame never forgotten Terrene weapons never rot This body is a menace Cosmocenotaphic spirit pulse Pray for us to join your chants When stellar dust dissolved Restores the sphere to black Yet behold the sphere illuminated Speak no evil word, fear no curse bygone Restrain! The charriot is coming! See the sphere illuminated A new burden for the sun The wolf is coming back! The charriot is coming! Sól, irate sibling My burden is embraced With this horizon drawn, I am one prey to be haunted And I bow to your light as I am it I am you Eternally. |
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42:27 |
The Ruins of Beverast / Almyrkvi
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Almyrkvi | |
B. Einarsson | Drums |
Garðar S. Jónsson | Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Programming |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Jordan Barlow | Artwork |
Heresie Design Studio | Layout |
S. Lockhart | Recording (drums) |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | The Ruins of Beverast - The Grand Nebula Pulse | 12:58 | Show lyrics |
No measures in this sempiternal void Somnambulate in searing stellar heat Slow cataclysmic embers, Sheer luminal presence Colours like bodies, So imperious their voice... Appearing the redeemer, unearthly idol Writhing pulsating spirit Nebular silence, a wistful Spell of the sleepless colours like bodies, so menacing their chant... Sól, you keep a core rife With souls that burn my skin Grant me dead water for my sins to dwell And for dawn, will you leave it here The nebula onto all Of us will pray for night no more. We’ll pray for night no more. |
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2. | The Ruins of Beverast - Hunters | 09:05 | Show lyrics |
What remains from Earth below Is to celebrate in suspicion Some shame never forgotten Terrene weapons never rot This body is a menace Cosmocenotaphic spirit pulse Pray for us to join your chants When stellar dust dissolved Restores the sphere to black Yet behold the sphere illuminated Speak no evil word, fear no curse bygone Restrain! The charriot is coming! See the sphere illuminated A new burden for the sun The wolf is coming back! The charriot is coming! Sól, irate sibling My burden is embraced With this horizon drawn, I am one prey to be haunted And I bow to your light as I am it I am you Eternally. |
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Side B | |||
3. | Almyrkvi - Asomatous Grove | 10:32 | Show lyrics |
The night’s charriot disembarks headed for the atemporal forest Skies immured, and darkness falls Pestiferous moribund menaces disgorge hellish tongues of magma A cluster of growls Their vociferous howls Forebode the ephemeral Imprisoned within the asomatous Ethereal emerald stream Tainted by the igneous Scorching fires gleam Astral scythe is lowered Beating labyrinthine paths Hounded by the snarling feral beast Empyrean nonpareil impaired The tarnished cloak elails Caliginous craft charges |
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4. | Almyrkvi - Managarmr | 09:52 | Show lyrics |
Gushing from the pores of reality, Embraced in umbral shadows Thaumaturgic silver steeds, Drag a shroud of spectral brilliance Tapering towards a bleeding golden throne, Where ethereal flames burn bright Blazing beyond pristine spires, Guarded by sharpened fangs An achromic aperture, Opaque ramparts reveal Crumbling bridges paved by splinters, Stelliferous plasma of celestial stallions Slowly slithering through furrows Of shimmering arcane ruins Snared by claw and consumed by hatred Devouring the Moon |
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42:27 |
The Ruins of Beverast / Almyrkvi
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Almyrkvi | |
B. Einarsson | Drums |
Garðar S. Jónsson | Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Programming |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Jordan Barlow | Artwork |
Heresie Design Studio | Layout |
S. Lockhart | Recording (drums) |
Tracks | |||
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1. | The Ruins of Beverast - The Grand Nebula Pulse | 12:58 | Show lyrics |
No measures in this sempiternal void Somnambulate in searing stellar heat Slow cataclysmic embers, Sheer luminal presence Colours like bodies, So imperious their voice... Appearing the redeemer, unearthly idol Writhing pulsating spirit Nebular silence, a wistful Spell of the sleepless colours like bodies, so menacing their chant... Sól, you keep a core rife With souls that burn my skin Grant me dead water for my sins to dwell And for dawn, will you leave it here The nebula onto all Of us will pray for night no more. We’ll pray for night no more. |
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2. | The Ruins of Beverast - Hunters | 09:05 | Show lyrics |
What remains from Earth below Is to celebrate in suspicion Some shame never forgotten Terrene weapons never rot This body is a menace Cosmocenotaphic spirit pulse Pray for us to join your chants When stellar dust dissolved Restores the sphere to black Yet behold the sphere illuminated Speak no evil word, fear no curse bygone Restrain! The charriot is coming! See the sphere illuminated A new burden for the sun The wolf is coming back! The charriot is coming! Sól, irate sibling My burden is embraced With this horizon drawn, I am one prey to be haunted And I bow to your light as I am it I am you Eternally. |
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3. | Almyrkvi - Asomatous Grove | 10:32 | Show lyrics |
The night’s charriot disembarks headed for the atemporal forest Skies immured, and darkness falls Pestiferous moribund menaces disgorge hellish tongues of magma A cluster of growls Their vociferous howls Forebode the ephemeral Imprisoned within the asomatous Ethereal emerald stream Tainted by the igneous Scorching fires gleam Astral scythe is lowered Beating labyrinthine paths Hounded by the snarling feral beast Empyrean nonpareil impaired The tarnished cloak elails Caliginous craft charges |
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4. | Almyrkvi - Managarmr | 09:52 | Show lyrics |
Gushing from the pores of reality, Embraced in umbral shadows Thaumaturgic silver steeds, Drag a shroud of spectral brilliance Tapering towards a bleeding golden throne, Where ethereal flames burn bright Blazing beyond pristine spires, Guarded by sharpened fangs An achromic aperture, Opaque ramparts reveal Crumbling bridges paved by splinters, Stelliferous plasma of celestial stallions Slowly slithering through furrows Of shimmering arcane ruins Snared by claw and consumed by hatred Devouring the Moon |
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