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Elvira Madigan
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Marcus Hammarström | Everything (1998-2008) |
Member(bands): Shining, Sterbhaus, Ethnocide, Andalucia |
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1 | Varsel | Demo | 1998 | Show album |
2 | Blackarts | Full-length | 2000 | Show album |
3 | Witches - Salem (1692 vs 2001) | Full-length | 2001 | Show album |
4 | Angelis Deamonae - Wiccan Aftermath | Full-length | 2004 | Show album |
5 | Regent Sie - Shedevils of Demonlore (Of Blood, Crosses & Biblewars) | Full-length | 2008 | Show album |
Varsel
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1. | Fafängens makt | 01:19 | |
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2. | Vanhelgedom | 05:06 | Show lyrics |
Vanhelgedom En Mara i svart för vatten och bröd I Blomsterprakt för en Makes död En fager hud och en ihålig kropp I kvinnfolks skal för ondskans Lott Beslöjad och ljuv - Hon skälver och ler Iförd Djävulens skrud - Döljer det ingen får se En förlorad själ på Helgad Mark Med ryggen kall och täckt av bark En Älva, en ängel I ögonen på bonden ser hon Bytet Hon tog så lätt Som bondens fru Hon sen blir sedd Men jakten slutar inte där För varje man som begär Hennes kött Får dela hennes gunst Som brud Hon står vid mannens sida Väntar tålmodigt tills Nattens vida vingar Sänkas skall - Över gård och Land Och prästens sista ord skola tyna bort Och solens strålar inte längre når Den ljuva Mö som vid sina Make står Så lyftes slöjan Hennes varsamt av Till Hin Håles slav! Med kupor fyllda med Blod Och bordet dukat upp till fest För dom Två Bara Hon och Han inatt... |
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3. | 3 / 11 (Törnekronan) | 01:56 | |
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4. | Ensamheten & Odjuret | 02:24 | Show lyrics |
Ensamheten & Odjuret När ensam kvar jag sitter här Mitt enda sällskap är mig själv Och jag låter allt försvinna bort igen Ingen ser och ingen hör Min ensamhet är allt jag har Och aldrig Någonsin skulle jag mista den Inombords Jag hör så nätt hur hjärtat slår "The Lonelyness & the Beast" When alone I still sit here My sole companionship is myself And I let everything vanish again Noone sees and noone hears My lonelyness is but all I have And never ever would I lose it Within I hear vagely my heart beat |
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5. | TuathaDeDananDamsel | 03:06 | Show lyrics |
TuathaDeDanan När Nordanvind sveper Riket kring Lämnar Landet tomt och kargt Och Kungens mark ligger naken kvar Utan skörd för Fåfängans Makt En Ek står ensam kvar Ett Herresäte lämnat bart Med sår som själen tär Och ett hjärta svart Han ännu bär Ett dunkelt sken genom lövverk och gren Vid trädets fot ligger Döden allén Och skrapar bark från trädets stam Klär sitt näste med Evig skam Eken står troget kvar Med blicken svart under klar lunar Ty rötter når dit längtan vill Och bara Döden bär Tidens sigill Bland mossens djupa snår Där Eken ännu står Med Döden i sin famn Och med djupa ärr i sin stam |
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6. | Varsel | 05:58 | Show lyrics |
Jag skjuter fönsterluckorna dän Och stirrar ut över öppet skär För all den mark jag äger här Ett pris så högt... ...Min egen själ Av fattig börd Men dock ett torparbarn Med blott en önskan Att bli något bättre än sin far Han såg så lätt Vad en liten pojke som jag Så gärna ville ha Och tillräckligt för att sälja min själ Så föddes jag på nytt Jag såg mig om igen Men jag vände aldrig om |
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7. | Från ögat når en blodröd tår | 06:49 | Show lyrics |
Från Ögat Når en Blodröd Tår Jag stirrar djupt ner i Brunnens gap Med blicken tom och fylld av hat En Nattsvart pil genom bröst och själ Men hjärtat slår på Silverfat Ett Nattsvart himlavalv jag ser I mörkrets dunkla djup I korpens fjäderskrud till Gryningens ljus Och nu Längst där nere Jag ser en man Som stirrar tillbaks på mig Men allt blir grumligt Och snart suddas allt ut Står jag, jag ensam kvar? Från Ögat når en Blodröd Tår För min själs alla öppna sår Ner till vattenytan som bryter Natten itu I skärvor allt för en ensam droppe Blod Från mig... "Ytan samlar sina skärvor Och spegeln blir åter hel igen Men svunnen är Han" Jag blundar hårt och gör mitt val Blott ett steg från brunnens djup När dagen gryr är allt förbi... |
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8. | The Teacher | 02:23 | |
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Blackarts
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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2000 | Northlore Records | LORECD 001 | CD | Digipak |
2004 | Black Lodge Records | BLOD003CD | CD | Remastered |
2006 | Mystic Empire | MYST CD 079 | CD |
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Marcus Hammarström | Everything |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Luis Royo | Cover art |
Marcus Hammarström | Songwriting, Artwork, Design, Recording, Producer, Mixing, Lyrics, Mastering |
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1. | Drakens tårar | 02:40 | instrumental |
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2. | Djävulen på Engsöslott | 09:23 | Show lyrics |
En svunnen Dröm - Vidöppna ögon I Grevens bädd - Där Sömn är ett Minne blott Och när Timmen blir sen och Rastlösa Steg från Hall till Hall Sliter Tystnaden isär I Hans Kristna själ... ...Gror Begär Ett Spel för Två men Han är ensam här Åh Gud, ett Spel, för Hans kuvna själ I bitter Ensamhet önskar Greven sig Sällskap för Tidsfördriv Om så med Djävulen själv! ...Och se som Gudasänd, en Främling anländer Mörk och med sitt Ansikte skylt, och Se... Med Redskap i sin Hand För varje kast, för var gång Då tärningarna falled ljudlöst till bords Sitter Främlingen tyst, ej ett ord från Hans Läppar så länge spelet skrider Vidare Greven darrar lätt på Hand när Han fattar tärningarna I Vänster Hand, och än en gång kastar dom till bords Och i Månens kalla sken som Från Ovan tränger ner På dom båda som i Tystnad spelar sitt Spel Ett Slott i Natten mörkt och kallt vid den Kyrkogård där Forna Minnen ligger Djupt i Jord Men ej Djupt nog att jaga Sägnerna Bort från tjänstefolks gemak Och bort från Arvet Greven bär Likt en pil igenom Glömskans Frukt Skär en smak av bitter Hågkomst av Britta Bååt! Han ser på Mannen framför sig På vars haka är det enda som syns Händer klädda i Handskar som för att dölja allt vad Han är Greven vinner Spel efter Spel och när sen Gryning Nalkas Reser sig Främlingen opp och från Hans hand Faller Guld - Tvunnet i Länkar Som pant för Grevens själ Då Djävulen kom till Engsö Igen |
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3. | Köttets makt & kvinnans svek | 04:30 | Show lyrics |
Det Svek som tär min Kropp isär De Lidelser i slöjor Lust Beklär En Blick från Ovan skänker mig mitt mod Från andra sidan där jag stod Jag såg hur Djävulen kom fram Och sen tilltalade mig vid namn Ur ögon svarta sipprar Själens glöd Och i min famn ligger Hon död För Hennes liv och Hennes kropp Ger min själ evigt hopp "How throbs the pulse when first we view The eye that rolls in glossy blue Or sparkels black, or mildly throws A beam from under hazel brows! How quick we credit every oath And hear her plight the willing troth! Fondly we hope ’twill last for aye When lo! She changes in a day" (Lord Byron) Jag ser och hör mycket mer när kärleken dör Där Satans horor smeker min kropp Sliter mitt Kött och dricker mitt Blod Det är dit jag vill - Att bära Hans sigill Och i Köttets Makt - Ledas till Slakt! Se en Man som jag när ondskan har fått tag på Varje liten bit av hans själ |
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4. | Gwenhwyfar | 02:32 | instrumental |
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5. | Multna sidor ur min dagbok | 01:48 | instrumental |
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6. | Mab | 06:10 | Show lyrics |
Bortom Mörkret glömd och svag Ligger Hon och väntar än Vilar huvudet i ondskans Knä Väntar tålmodigt tills den... ...Dagen då Hennes tid åter igen nalkas Och Hon stark och pånyttfödd släpps fri För att åter Föra Strid Kysser läppar varma än Som sedan länge tystnat in Hennes lust som kött Begär Väntar tålmodigt tills den... ...Dagen då Hennes tid åter igen nalkas Och Hon stark och pånyttfödd släpps fri Hon trånar och vrider sig på sin bädd Som hon Tvunnit av män Nakna för Hennes Begär Mab Svart lockar Hon omsorgsfullt Sedan Tidens begynnelse lagt Dagen då Hon åter igen får Släppa ut sitt böljande Hår Är här Snart |
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7. | Sorgekvädet | 01:23 | instrumental |
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8. | Svartnatt | 05:10 | Show lyrics |
Stenen under min rygg är kall Ikring mig ligger Natten tät Där svarta änglar dansar kring min kropp Trär sen snaran runt min hals Ristar i min hud - Skär isär mitt kött Och kysser sen min mun Jag ligger än - Här i änglarnas knä Är jag död? Eller lever jag? Är allt blott en Nattsvart dröm Men smärtan skär så djupt i min själ Den måste vara sann - Åh Gud dom har mig ihjäl "Och ur deras ögon rinner mitt Blod" Jag är kedjad fast på ett iskallt bord Jag blundar hårt i min dröm Som slöjor som dras över Himmelens valv Från här där jag ligger så Slits dom isär alla En efter En Som om byten dom var för en utsvulten Midvinters Natt Svartnatt Svartnatt, svartkatt, svarta Himmel som ovanfrån håller mig Kedjad fast i famnen på Nattens barn Det finns ingen frälsning - Det finns inget hopp Från Mardrömmens Moder som skändar min kropp Med vidöppna armar omfamnas jag |
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9. | Ulv | 03:17 | Show lyrics |
Natten är slut och morgonen som tycktes ljusare förrut Ligger hopkurad vid min dörr Hon är fager och ung och många gånger har jag tvekat Och velat släppa Henne in |
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10. | Svartkonst & tusenskrönor | 08:32 | Show lyrics |
När skymningen Faller anländer Han För att skörda frukt jag låtit gro i Hans namn En människa vit och blek som elfenben På ett altare skuret ut ur Stenen hård och kall ur Bergets kam Som en sista Gåva till gunst för Hans famn "Låt mig se låt mig känna Din hand i min Med klor som skär djupt i mitt skinn" Vad det rätt väg att ta? Nu när slutet är här Plötsligt tvekar jag - När jag slits isär Mötet är det första i sitt slag Och från och med morgondagen skall jag leva för Hans synd Men när kåpan Han faller till marken Ser jag kvinnan framför mig Jag låtit dräpa så grymt... ...Hon ser på mig och ler Den fauna jag klätt Hennes nakna kropp med Hänger ännu från Hennes hår Och axlar ner på Hennes bara ben Hon ser på mig och öppnar sen Käften sin likt ett rovdjur törstar efter Livets Vin Av alla synder jag begått Var aldrig någon lika grym som den här För sent förstår jag att jag själv nu fallit offer för min Tro Jag trodde mig ha - Jag trodde mig förstå Den svartkonst jag sår |
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11. | Återbesök (Repris) | 01:49 | instrumental |
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12. | Venus | 10:31 | instrumental |
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13. | Vanhelgedom | 05:06 | Show lyrics |
En Mara i svart för vatten och bröd I Blomsterprakt för en Makes död En fager hud och en ihålig kropp I kvinnfolks skal för ondskans Lott Beslöjad och ljuv - Hon skälver och ler Iförd Djävulens skrud - Döljer det ingen får se En förlorad själ på Helgad Mark Med ryggen kall och täckt av bark En Älva, en ängel I ögonen på bonden ser Hon bytet Hon tog så lätt Som bondens fru Hon sen blir sedd Men jakten slutar inte där För varje man som begär Hennes kött Får dela hennes gunst Som brud Hon står vid mannens sida Väntar tålmodigt tills Nattens vida vingar sänkas skall Över gård och Land Och prästens sista ord skola tyna bort Och solens strålar inte längre når Den ljuva Mö som vid sina Make står Så lyftes slöjan Hennes varsamt av Till Hin Håles slav! Med kupor fyllda med Blod Och bordet dukat upp till fest För dom Två Bara Hon och Han inatt... |
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14. | Ensamheten & odjuret | 02:24 | Show lyrics |
När ensam kvar jag sitter här Mitt enda sällskap är mig själv Och jag låter allt försvinna bort igen Ingen ser och ingen hör Min ensamhet är allt jag har Och aldrig Någonsin skulle jag mista den Inombords Jag hör så nätt hur hjärtat slår |
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15. | Tuathadedanan | 03:06 | Show lyrics |
När Nordanvind sveper Riket kring Lämnar Landet tomt och kargt Och Kungens mark ligger naken kvar Utan skörd för Fåfängans Makt En Ek står ensam kvar Ett Herresäte lämnat bart Med sår som själen tär Och ett hjärta svart Han ännu bär Ett dunkelt sken genom lövverk och gren Vid trädets fot ligger Döden allén Och skrapar bark från trädets stam Klär sitt näste med Evig skam Eken står troget kvar Med blicken svart under klar lunar Ty rötter når dit längtan vill Och bara Döden bär Tidens sigill Bland mossens djupa snår Där Eken ännu står Med Döden i sin famn Och med djupa ärr i sin stam |
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16. | Varsel (Del 2) | 05:58 | Show lyrics |
Jag skjuter fönsterluckorna dän Och stirrar ut över öppet skär För all den mark jag äger här Ett pris så högt... ...Min egen själ Av fattig börd Men dock ett torparbarn Med blott en önskan Att bli något bättre än sin far Han såg så lätt Vad en liten pojke som jag Så gärna ville ha Och tillräckligt för att sälja min själ Så föddes jag på nytt Jag såg mig om igen Men jag vände aldrig om |
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17. | Från ögat når en blodröd tår | 06:49 | Show lyrics |
Jag stirrar djupt ner i Brunnens gap Med blicken tom och fylld av hat En Nattsvart pil genom bröst och själ Men hjärtat slår på Silverfat Ett Nattsvart himlavalv jag ser I mörkrets dunkla djup I korpens fjäderskrud till Gryningens ljus Och nu Längst där nere Jag ser en man Som stirrar tillbaks på mig Men allt blir grumligt Och snart suddas allt ut Står jag, jag ensam kvar? Från Ögat når en Blodröd Tår För min själs alla öppna sår Ner till vattenytan som bryter Natten itu I skärvor allt för en ensam droppe Blod Från mig... "Ytan samlar sina skärvor Och spegeln blir åter hel igen Men svunnen är Han" Jag blundar hårt och gör mitt val Blott ett steg från brunnens djup När dagen gryr är allt förbi... |
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Witches - Salem (1692 vs 2001)
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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2001 | Northlore Records | LORECD 002 | CD | Digipak |
2002 | CD-Maximum | CDM 0502-880 | CD | |
April 7th, 2003 | Black Lodge Records | BLOD 002CD | CD |
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Marcus Hammarström | Everything |
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Marcus Hammarström | Producer, Design, Artwork, Lyrics |
Luis Royo | Cover art |
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1. | Anno Domini 1232 | 01:16 | instrumental |
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2. | Orroborros & the Pilgrim | 02:47 | instrumental |
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3. | Lilliannah - Demonologi för dömda | 07:05 | Show lyrics |
Så mörkt och kallt, Samuel stannar vid vattnet Hon ligger blek och tyst med slutna ögon Med livet stulet, under ytan Naken med blomster kring sin byst Han kan dock inte slita sin blick Så grann är hon om blott han fick En dag hustru av denna kropp blott äkta Levande eller död Han fäller en silvertår För hennes själ, och hennes svunna liv Och som lovligt byte böjer han sig fram Över flickans nätta kropp Åh, han trånar så, finns det inget sätt Att henne som sin hustru få... ...Han vet så väl hur allt skulle bli... Ty socknen så from Så gudlös och ond Där blott kristendom Låtit ondskan gro För att sedan få slå i blom Och se, nu framför Samuel i vatten kallt Hon öppnar ögonen och nu nalkas vandrarens fall För han ser blott slutet komma för sent Hon drar honom med sig ner Och snart finns Samuel ej mer Hon fäller en silvertår, för sitt bytes själ Och sitt offers svunna liv Ett sista bett En sista smak av blod Allt svartnar så fort När mängder av vatten han sväljer Och himmelens port försvinner bort... |
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4. | Nocturne | 01:26 | instrumental |
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5. | Crestfallen | 04:21 | Show lyrics |
Through the woods between stem and bark Blackened by an eerie sky a moonlit night High on her heels above the icecold snow Thunders demons thrilled by the chase To be the one to hunt her down To seize the price for the damage done And bring this DemiGod to justice Before the Grand Duke of Hell (and of her life as well) Little pity will be shown for her insubordination ...Be gone! Two thousand souls on killing spree Yet the first to reach her is struck by pity And to his Lord and Master he means no disrespect In letting her go... There is but many who die this day As the most crestfallen of angels are slain The wrath bestowed on them all Is tenfold greater than Heavens Fall When the dearest of possessions are lost For the folly of one apprentice There is no pain severe enough No sentence matching the crime that has been done Here ... Finally... She is free... ... To roam the earth... ... And all of the above! |
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6. | Kvinnorovet | 06:12 | Show lyrics |
Hon låter gräset spira kring hennes ben Där hon ligger våt i solens sken Där i gräset så fager och ung Hon ler och undrar över tiden hon ligger här Men när tiden är knapp Och hon är trött och matt Och bredvid ligger han Men dom säger ingenting Han är främling i byn Och ingen vet vem han är Han kom från ingenstans Han förför varje dotter, varje änka, varje fru Ingen kvinna kan sig värja, trånar, väntar på sin tur Sen den dagen då han kom, släpptes djävulen så lös Han får varje flickas gunst, han belägrar varje tös Sedan ondskan kom till byn blir den skörd av allt dom sår Med tårar svett och på kvinnorygg bara mindre år för år Varje man mäter sig kraftlös mot hans skönhet och hans makt Kan blott hjälplöst skåda stoltheten som ledes bort till slakt |
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7. | Häxor, maror och vittror | 03:49 | Show lyrics |
Du ser mig ligga i snön Blott ögonblicket från att frysa till döds Så du tar mig hem och framför öppen eld Sätter du blodet i svall Medan du själv tycks förbli lika kall I lustfyllt rus och ovan tomma krus - I kammaren Med grumlig blick ser jag dig i aftonskrud Men ikring dig likt skuggor som fladdrar i mörkret Du är ej själv i mitt sällskap Dina systrar, du och jag Där är en så fager och en så grann Den tredje mörk och hon räcker mig sin hand Jag gräver mig ner i primitivt köttsligt begär Så djupt att ur kommer jag aldrig - Ifall längtan tär För både natt som dag, varje vaken stund Du är min värd som ger mig allt Så länge hungern i dig och dina systrar jag när Så säg mig varför ska jag gå när vintern rasar utanför Ty häxor, maror och vittror gör mig aldrig förnär. |
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8. | Djävulens novis | 02:05 | Show lyrics |
Jag vaknar utsvulten i mörkret Likblek i ett hav av blod Med fingrar prydda med vassa klor Och hjässa krönt med två små svarta horn Säg mig nu... ... Vem har jag blivit? Mitt onda innre har obarmhärtigt format mitt yttre Över blott en natt! |
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9. | Ecclesia Non Novit Sanguinem? | 03:43 | instrumental |
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10. | Interludium I | 01:23 | instrumental |
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11. | The Kindred (Salem 1692) | 06:36 | Show lyrics |
NARRATOR: Evil perished the day Or so they thought when there stood in pale On trial with hands tied to her back All but a child told to be taught of herecy THE ONLOOKER: The demons in cloaks arrive and light the pyres high Whilst hiding behind the doctrine built on scriptures of lies The wicked Kindred watch with pride With the icon of their malice at side None here will regret today As virtue ends up lost in flames THE ELDERS OF THE VILLAGE: So You’ve come here to slay all the witches? On Your mission straight from God To justify Your faith it seems our women at the stakes must die THE ONLOOKER & THE WISE MAN: Tears all mingle with her blood Does fall for the teachings from above With torture meant to drive us all to the shackles of their lies For all are sinners in the eyes of God Until we all belong to the likes of Him (With devine right) To see to it that all nonebelievers die HIGH PRIEST TO HIS LOYAL SUBJECTS: Bring them to their knees For to spread the gospels the best tool is fear of God And all the sins we do create to keep them all at bay And have them pay in blood and finally their beliefs THE INQUISITORS TO THE VILLAGERS: In this year of our Lord, by the grace of our hordes We have come to save You from Your afterlife Though most of You will die, be sure though to abide Salvation lies after a lifetime of submission THE VILLAGERS: Are we to pay in blood and all our wealth For plain intimidation of this hell? When facing all the wealth we here possess This image of Your God seems so much less WITH HINDSIGHT: But we were given no choice. |
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12. | Ritual (Varsel Del I) | 08:18 | Show lyrics |
Tolv varv baklänges kring Jesus hem Och var gång porten jag ser Ett djupt andetag och jag blåser in genom nyckelhålet För att snart få möta min frälsare och Gud Och när jag sista varvet gått En ensam man står och väntar på mig En skepnad i svart med kontraktet i sin hand ... Ett harmlöst jack i fingret Och på kontraktet skriver jag... Tro gifver Jesus Krist blott falsk och blott ett hån Ty ängeln fallen skänker dock lättja till var man Så säg då vad bjuder vår Gud, utom svek? Så besten framför mig kliver tillbaks I mörkret och lämnar blott ingenting kvar Utom känslan av tomhet innuti mitt bröst Han tog väl ej själen min nu när jag äntligen Vaknat upp och sett mig om Och skådar så världen genom nyfödda ögon Jag ser så mycket mer... |
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13. | Gregory IX | 00:56 | instrumental |
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14. | Dark Is the Seraphim | 07:46 | Show lyrics |
Falling by numbers before my very eyes The Kin of the Dragons I’ve slain by birthright And seer grant me courage for I know not the peril That lie ahead down my twisted path ... So rise, oh Lord... ... Grant me strength, to uphold... Thy kingdom to come Thy death be undone Sleep no longer For the land below both King and foe Awaits this final day And though fear roams I do know, I do understand What must be done... Be seated, be afraid for what may come this way For behind these shutters and behind these doors Our story’s about to unfold I gather the will to end my mission With the seven witches tied at the stakes And as the audience is ghasping for air I prepare to revel in the flesh And now the feast is here, as the maidens fair Are cleansed by the flames Preordained As I falter by every word Summoning all but the Lord himself For as the shape reveals as prophesied in the "good book" It all seams somewhat twisted to what I’ve Learned to believe to be the man not the beast I’ve (now) somehow succumbed to without Knowing what made me sacrifice All that’s dead to be by the hand of the Lord ... Oh Lord why have you turned on me? ... Oh Lord you sought me out Behind this curtain of my everyday life And now it seams the only one to die Is me... |
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15. | Honeythorne | 04:31 | instrumental |
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Angelis Deamonae - Wiccan Aftermath
Album versions
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2004 | Black Lodge Records | BLOD012CD | CD | |
2006 | Mystic Empire | MYST CD 080 | CD |
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Marcus Hammarström | Everything |
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Luis Royo | Cover art |
Marcus Hammarström | Design, Layout, Mixing, Recording |
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1. | Chrono Cross (Yasunori Mitsuda cover) | 02:22 | instrumental |
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2. | Iieee (Tori Amos cover) | 03:37 | Show lyrics |
With your E’s And your ease And I do one more Need a lip gloss boost In your america Is it God’s Is it your’s Sweet saliva With your E’s And your ease And I do one more I know we’re dying And there’s no sign of a parachute We scream in catherdrals Why can’t it be beautiful Why does there Gotta be a sacrifice Just say yes You little arsonist You’re so sure you can save Every hair on my chest Just say yes You little arsonist With your E’s And your ease And I do one more Well I know we’re dying And there’s no sign of a parachute In this Chapel Little chapel of love Can’t we get a little grace And some elegance No we scream in cathedrals Why can’t it be beautiful Why does there Gotta be a sacrifice |
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3. | Alien Nation (Scorpions cover) | 05:37 | Show lyrics |
In the heat of the violence The night’s exploding everywhere When hate pulls the trigger The devil comes to take his share In the garden of Eden The time is running out so fast Into heart of the demon With no escape our die is cast In the city of angels Death is just a moment away In the city of angels Your future won’t see the light of the day Beware of the alien nation Beware of the truth that they seek They pray for eternal salvation They pray for your soul to keep On the eve of destruction A reign of terror rules the street When the heads start rolling The devil comes to let it bleed In the city of angels Death is just a moment away In the city of angels Your future won’t see the light of the day Walk on past the alien nation Walk on to the end of your reach No fear of the alien nation No fear of the hatred they preach Don’t run, there’s no place to hide Today or tomorrow it will get you Don’t move, the knife is right at your throat And whatever you do, there’s no way out When the shroud comes down on this place To bury us all alive We’ll know the time has come, to face the heat Beware of the alien nation Beware of the truth that they seek They pray for eternal salvation They pray for your soul to keep Walk on past the alien nation Walk on to the end of your reach They pray for eternal damnation They pray for your soul to keep |
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4. | Under norrskenet (Nordman cover) | 04:08 | Show lyrics |
Norrskenet bleknar p himmelen Skuggorna r p jakt igen sg du en bild frn en annan vrld ljuset fll ner som ett hotfullt svrd Grt du nr hstarna fll i sken skrmda av himmelen som brann sprakande kastades natten ner mitt i din vg d allt frsvann Jag r hr jag r inte rdd i natt det finns snt som skrmmer mig mer Jag r hr Jag ska ta dig hem i natt. Om du blir evig vad hnder d? Nr du sett allt, vart ska du g? Fattar du allt, s blir inget kvar. Frgorna kvvs av alla svar. Skrms du av svrdet som brts itu? Var det en drm s vaknar du. Ekot blev kvar i en frusen skog, men det blev tyst nr vinden dog Jag r hr jag r inte rdd i natt det finns snt som skrmmer mig mer Jag r hr jag ska ta dig hem i natt Kom till mig nu, nu hnder det inget mer. Hotet r strst, frn det som du inte ser. (mellanspel) Jag r hr Jag inte rdd i natt det finns snt som skrmmer mig mer Jag r hr. Jag ska ta dig hem i natt. Jag r hr Jag r inte rdd i natt. Det finns snt som skrmmer mig mer. Jag r hr. Jag ska ta dig hem i natt. |
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5. | At Zanarkand (Nobuo Uematsu cover) | 01:38 | instrumental |
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6. | Jacob’s Ladder (Maurice Jarre cover) | 01:32 | instrumental |
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7. | Spanish Train (Chris deBurgh cover) | 05:33 | Show lyrics |
There’s a Spanish train that runs between Quadalquivir and old Seville And at dead of night the whistle blows And people fear she’s running still... And then they hush their children back to sleep Lock the doors, upstairs they creep For it is said that the souls of the dead Fill that train ten thousand deep!! Well a railwayman lay dying with his people by his side His family were crying, knelt in prayer before he died But above his head just awaiting for the dead Was the Devil with a twinkle in his eye Well God’s not around and look what I’ve found this one’s mine Just then the Lord himself appeared in a blinding flash of light And shouted at the devil Get thee hence to endless night But the Devil just grinned and said I may have sinned But there’s no need to push me around, I got him first so you can do your worst He’s going underground But I think I’ll give you one more chance Said the Devil with a smile So throw away that stupid lance It’s really not your style Joker is the name Poker is the game We’ll play right here on this bed, And then we’ll bet for the biggest stakes yet The souls of the dead And I said Look out, Lord, he’s going to win, The sun is down and the night is riding in, That train is dead on time many souls are on the line Oh Lord, he’s going to win Well the railwayman he cut the cards and he dealt them each a hand of five And for the Lord he was praying hard For that train he’d have to drive... Well the Devil he had three aces and a king And the Lord he was running for a straight He had the queen and the knave and the nine and ten of spades All he needed was the eight And then the Lord he called for one more card But he drew the diamond eight And the Devil said to the son of God I believe you’ve got it straight So deal me one for the time has come To see who’ll be the king of this place But as he spoke from beneath his cloak He slipped another ace Ten thousand souls was the opening bid And it soon went up to fifty-nine But the Lord didn’t see what the Devil did and he said that suits me fine I’ll raise you high to hundred and five And forever put an end to your sins But the Devil let out a mighty shout, My hand wins And I said Lord, oh Lord, you let him win The sun is down and the night is riding in That train is dead on time, many souls are on the line Oh Lord, don’t let him win... Well that Spanish train still runs between Quadalquivir and old Seville And at dead of night the whistle blows And people hear she’s running still And far away in some recess The Lord and the Devil are now playing chess The Devil still cheats and wins more souls And as for the Lord, well, he’s just doing his best And I said Lord, oh Lord, you’ve got to win The Sun is down and the night is riding in That train is still on time Oh my soul is on the line Oh Lord, you’ve got to win |
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8. | The Leader (Chris deBurgh cover) | 02:33 | Show lyrics |
I looked to the North, and I turned to the West, For a sign, a light in the sky, Oh the message is clear, that the time is near, For a leader to come again; A circle of stones on the head of a hill, Tonight is where it will be, In this desolate place, we all stand and wait, For a leader to come again, yes a leader will come again; For it is written, that a leader will be here, And then a vision, left me blinded by the light, And it started right in front of my eyes... |
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9. | The Vision (Chris deBurgh cover) | 02:54 | Show lyrics |
And I saw a burning chariot, And the four horsemen of the apocalypse, Waiting on high, And I heard the thunder rolling in, And behold our leader on a pale horse riding in the sky; And I saw this land a battlefield, With a hundred thousand men, Fighting hand to hand, And I heard the sounds of victory, And the rivers ran red with the blood of our enemies; And I, I saw fire from the sky, I saw fire, and I saw paradise, (paradise,) Fire from the sun, I saw fire, And I saw Alpha and Omega; Fire, I saw fire, And I saw paradise, (paradise,) Fire, I saw fire; |
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10. | What About Me? (Chris deBurgh cover) | 03:52 | Show lyrics |
I am left in the night, trembling with fear, I have seen to the future, and the future is here, Our leader will bring victory, but our land is in flames, And as the final sounds of battle disappear, I had to say - What about me, and you, and the ones that we love, What about me, and you, and the ones that we love, Well what about us? |
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11. | Prisoners of Fate (Yasunori Mitsuda cover) | 01:43 | instrumental |
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Regent Sie - Shedevils of Demonlore (Of Blood, Crosses & Biblewars)
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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April 11th, 2008 | Black Lodge Records | BLOD035CD | CD | |
April 11th, 2008 | Black Lodge Records | BLOD035CDL | CD | Limited edition, Digibook |
2008 | Irond Records | IROND CD 08-1432 | CD | |
2009 | Locomotive Records | LM715 | CD | Reissue |
Members | |
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Marcus Hammarström | Everything |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Luis Royo | Cover art |
Marcus Hammarström | Songwriting, Recording, Producer, Lyrics, Mixing, Design, Layout, Photography |
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1. | Mortal Man & the King | 09:57 | Show lyrics |
(Lhiannan Sidhe:) “These wooden faces be the sole witness of my vow As I midst clutching fingertips promise that Godfearing Man If dared entered here Will lie! …Lie …Die! Yet more than a meal to dine I need Man’s essence as my concubine Content in a lie will be the King and I” (Narrating:) Upon the lands came great misfortune In the shape of One lesser God and Those days have passed since long it seems Since this One God came forth in form Of a book in hand of a King undone Unless his faith deprived the some Ninehundredthousand acres Their by birth heretic pride And when this doctrine practised Not its’ preach but slew all Infidels to teach of riddles Gospels and of denials Then little choice in store There lie for divinities And all the elder deities But to be exiled - in chains led To woods they vowed to keep From Man to tread Now in this land of Darkened Moors Where the gilded plains meet ghostland shores Did a curse strike Him Who crowned had been One Dark Goddess Had plotted schemes of Own So now the Kings all… Fall asleep Every year as summersolstice draws near Come the hour of midnight so deep In slumbers sting of bittersweet A kiss to last nights of seven And never will a King be free As long as Men in God believe And as the years they pass The Kings all grow obsessed at last (thinking:) Breaching eastern borderlines Will reclaim the honour Of the Royal line At least this is His agenda told To march straight to Hell For the folly of his soul For Gods of Old Them ghostwoods hold By means untold And mortal Man’s bound to here Die And so it all begins With the death of one King Who first repents ‘pon a life well spent Having failed them woods to breach Where the Old deities hide These the last in a heathen line Still William seems content With the years well spent And with all that he leaves his only son …Yes Simeon’s time is now come (William of Kroue:) …my son …my son (Narrating:) And when life spans at best Past a mere moment the rest of ages Seems far too long for to be spent pondering O’er the fate of a son, indeed Left weeping by his bed This son so faithful, still mislead (William of Kroue:) O Simeon Weak be thine heart just as mine And you will learn as I The true worth of the lie If thou only knew what I now know I’m sure thou wouldst be Neither proud nor bold But biding your time in the shadows Knowing too well what hides In patience that resides (Narrating:) But as this King dies His words escape him in flight And as for this Simeon Son of the baptized King Not a single word was heard and thus Yet another page is turned In the poisonous bloodline that burns Veins of a pawned King battling old ways Will remain unbroken And he will come to understand That Mortal Man and the King In flesh thrives best when laid at rest Under heathen bloodred wings Now as nay word can shape Nor breath escape lips turned cold and grey So must Simeon bound by oath begin His journey to rid Man of Sin And with his Good Book Tightly pressed to chest A princely King seeks solace In his foreign Gods crest But this solace comes hard When one’s been dealt this card To all alone shoulder Land and Curse With the sole companion of only his own wit And as the rain falls hard outside And the stone cold quarters where he hides Are cold and damp, ’tis like a prison cell (Simeon Kroue:) “Oh well, this is mine Lot… (…This is mine Lot)” (Narrating:) And so biblical pages turn In the shimmering light Yet all the letters blur They barely show words anymore (Simeon Kroue:) Why to me they reveal nothing In this my hour of need Is unbeknownst to me (…Unbeknownst to me) (Narrating:) Bolted doors in the castle halls And all those marbled faces staring blindly into air Still here one fair shape tiptoes ’tween each pair With grace she carefully makes her way Up stairs slithering winding up to where The boy King now in grief resides Oh now the time is truly ripe! Tis an eerie Royal house Her heart thumps fast and quite aroused This maid does close her eyes and smiles ’Tis true, the men of the cloth Would surely her flesh gladly burn Should they ever of her intentions learn And how them dark arts of them Elder Gods Resides here behind these walls In the heart of one whom this King wards In a heart untainted by the Lord The castle sleeps it truly breathes And she is here to free the beast The smell of his reeking Gospel reading from inside She has to close her eyes... |
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2. | Silfvertounged | 04:40 | Show lyrics |
(Narrating:) Time is ripe, the King’s inside Mildred knocks twice, then enters To a room of golden ventures (Mildred Silfver:) "My King are you there? ’Tis me, thine maid to care For thine needs I will attend Devoted, lovingly - Thine friend... ...Are thou not pleased of what thou seest? Does thou ne’er lust for the kin as fair as me? Oh yes, want what thou seest... And hear my voice Thou willst give in to me" (Narrating:) Leaves of rose in a room of gold ’Pon sheets bloodred the witchcraft’ll soon unfold He tries not to give way to her charms And not to take sweet refuge in her arms But then her velvet dress falls Virginal flesh and those wicked words Meet eye to eye as the maid she lures This gullable boy holding little sway To this this one well perfumed maid Soaked well in the craft of an Elder Breed Appears saved though as her planted seed Of deception grows The trespasser... ...Oh, She knows And she caresses his baptized skin She is an angel come Save them white wings To see her stand there The monarch of the land fears That the wine she pours A poisonous draught be Would he die, should he drink too deep? Still her words speak bliss And her voice is so sweet The King be torn ’tween the good book And what’s on offer this night Pale skin and glowing eyes Alluring silk flickering in dim light Oh this dark witchery The craft used by an Elder Breed Is used here to serve heretic needs Not great in this day of age is this Foreplay in service of bitter chastity The offered wine in silver cup Not much unlike communion (Simeon of Kroue:) "Oh to feel this Be I the first one parched with thirst? Still by servitude she’s mine and I sip once and drink it all up" (Narrating:) ...Dire is the poison kiss And so the very next day the maid returns And the King stays feeble willed And soon the rule of the land seem governed Tweet sheets soiled by his essence spilled And thus the days pass swiftly with little time Spent nurturing else than his hunger for her wine Sublimely unaware summersolstice draws near This King who steers his helm of soul Far from the God he has come to know Finds all the solace he needs in this maid Indeed, as days pass by come summer ripened And seeds sown are but wed and owned And the fable begins where virtue ends Now his bed be made through a maid he wed And the tears shed lessens the pain Now this is the Day of Retribution! |
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3. | Solstice & Sleepwalking | 01:42 | instrumental |
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4. | Demonaria I: Heart of the Devil’s Keep | 05:37 | Show lyrics |
MY BLOOD: The air is so cold And the woods remain black And on that path that split the dark Steps one shape on track Well the King knows not which way to go As he stumbles forth on tender toes (Simeon of Kroue:) Oh to feel so much in the arms of but a mere... ...Dream is mine lot Yet tread this path I have not Though I’ve known This day was to come I ne’er pictured anything here Quite as evil, yet fair Pure in it’s wickedest form Sleep is mine lot Sleep is my everlasting Eternal lot WIT: ’Tis not this dream though That sets my heart pounding But the uneasy chill in the air That is hounding my wit... One is callin me - Beckoning Oh, I cannot see Whose voice I hear much deeper midst them trees In the mist and dark There’s someone lurking, waiting for me... So this is where he who is crowned of my kin yearly goes Through thickets and mist atop roots bent and twisted This is but so intoxicating As I make my way on that path crude and winding So heed me as I walk proud With none here by my side I am trapped within bitter bloodties While still back in the castle I lie! Then the woods clear and the woodwife I see I suppose she is the one calling me here ...Oh yes Will come the Dawn after seven days passed And the sand seems imprisoned In one half of the hourglass Now that crowned am I, I cannot hide Biding my time in the shadows Nor will I hail this Demoness As a just and truthful Queen... ...She ensnares my mind With spells of fair skin hair and flowers Yet I here in the vile regions of my mind Seem but strong enough to resist... This ’Tis not this sight though That sets my heart pounding But the voice I hear speaking in rhymes To ensnare my mind Oh she is truly godly, like none other And her fairness knows no bounds Still ’tis that servant lover Of this year gone by That within seems to hound This wit and mind of mine A trespasser in the ghostwoods am I ’Pon her seat of leaves And roots and branches The wench sits, yearns to dine On that royal line of my blood That ties me to her... SIMEONS MONOLOGUE: "It is truly a grand scheme to which one as I must commit, And ’tis the first time that this entity of the forest I now visit. Though I intend not to perish humbled in her arms And though I mindful must be so that I not entangled become, I seem somewhat compelled to see just what there might lie In store for a new king For one as godfearing as I" |
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5. | Lambmendtations | 07:21 | Show lyrics |
’Neath the fiery red heavens And a breath of mist in the air And further below Lies this One Sister in Sin Enshrouding a boy King Now Simeon be caught In a Woodwomans kiss This fiend so fair In her floral spun hair She who feasts with joy On the baptized Manflesh Of the Royal bloodline Once a year in summertime Oh she ascends to dine... ... With a pair of utter starving eyes! (Lhiannan Sidhe:) "He is mine to keep for as long as he sleeps ’Tis the curse of his kin for swapping doctrine... ...And ne’er has Man been nor will this King E’er to the Sin of me! ...be deaf... And these Rhymes of Old!" "Do succumb to me... ...Little man Fear not my name... Oh see me" (Narrating:) Under darkened twigs - Grasping fingertips Poisonous bloodred lips flutter O’er words barely uttered A manity deformed be To the likes of a manwhore He is hers to keep for as long as he sleeps ...Still Seeng his eyes Looking straight back at her (Lhiannan Sidhe:) (oh why is there) (a veil ’fore this man so frail) (Narrating:) Indeed it is strange And he is really not yielding at all! His cold dead eyes denies this Fallen One (Lhiannan Sidhe:) "SON OF WILLIAM are you immune to sin? And may I not claim thine heart?" (Narrating:) And so to the host Bereft of those toasts in blood It becomes quite clear; Another wench is at play here! (Lhiannan Sidhe:) "What witch could there be Who practices my arts? What foul wench is there who already by witchcraft owns that heart? Thus having had Me! The goddess - the woodwife Plunge into this bitter doubt for that boy ...that King ...That King who by all rights Should have given in to me Yes even if I so would desire Should have been mine to keep But now I can do little else Than release him from sleep Unravished Unspoiled Utterly unhumiliated!" Things were never meant to turn out this way In such utter disgrace What else to fathom is there Once having that stare beheld than that There this day I my share of unfair Rejection was here subject to so dear My retaliation... Is due Paralized, Stigmatized Yet I know it’s not for me I plunge into this heartache And I believe it’s but time for me to leave And to avenge myself (Simeon of Kroue:) "Is this all there is to the curse of Kings?" (Narrating:) And so there’s little else for Demonessa - Dark Goddess who fell To do than to release him to the shell Of his body that awaits him still in his castle Will this be the end of that little splinter That remain - a sole link in a winter Of discontent and broken chains ’Tween her and Man With whom she needs to lay To still her very thirst What is left for her now If not the curse applies here Than reclaim that which is hers Avenge herself And kill that witch at first sight (Lhiannan Sidhe:) She who dares to humiliate me By not letting me breed Instead letting me see Only that which I need not know Here - I will remain the fool... But to leave here... Then there’s only one thing left to do! |
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6. | Sister Fairytale | 02:31 | Show lyrics |
There is told a tale Of Days of Old Of a Demon Queen who bled From a Heart of Gold For a Man but Mortal A man of the Cross Though her kin had been exiled Because Man was now lost When so much dismay now lay ’pon Mans head Perhaps ’twas pity, yes pity ’tis said For how she viewed with eyes of favour upon her foe could be but grasped by none And so she did glance through the Dark twigs of her wooden cell ’pon the meadows outside and a man in Mans Hell For days at an end for months and for years she did spy at this man crying, shedding his tears ...And she invited him in She had every reason as good as any of the Gods to hate Man But to his manlike charms she had already succumbed But a man cannot live where the Old Gods now reigned And a Queen of the old ways as a deity remains in the dark woods as prisoner for the sake of Mans faith She knew forgiveness would not come should she invite him again Still a goddess is a goddess and the craft that she wields can even make mortal an exiled deity And though shunned by her own kin she truly would be she would also be gifted with the blessing to be free And yes the goddess did leave them woods to never again return For the curse of a mortal life is that death one day is earned But only after her sister had stolen by right the three bloodred tears she had shed that same night The tears held that glimmering red immortal life. Like bottled and capped in three crystallike vials And the craft how to cast these forbidden six spells by her sister - the other Queen was stolen as well |
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7. | Demonaria II: Luminouses Gift | 10:25 | Show lyrics |
SPELLS OF SIX AND TEARS OF THREE: (Lhiannan Sidhe:) Spells of six for them tears of three And thee - King of Man Will now know the wrath of me The Dark Queen can steal Just as any wench of your own Apparently did from me Still parted be I from divinity for thine sake to break free! I cast the first spell to rid me of thirst Then I spit out the second, third, forth ...and the fifth And the very last as but a mere hiss... ’Tis a craft shared within my own sisterhood (Lhiannan Sidhe:) (Narrating:) Once I have the last drop of blood wept (With great ease the words fleed her twisted tounge) What might lie for one of my kind indeed (And the rhymes all lured out of her) In wait I swear to avenge my pride (Every drop of the life that never by the passing of time) In shape of mortal - human flesh (Can be but dried now rebirth lie and here...) I will linger not in spells (In shape of mortal human shell) Still as my essence parted from within (Still as her divinity parted from within) I become free to leave (She becomes free to leave...) (Narrating:) To flee these ghostwoods A mere shadow of her sister she’s thus become But wiser still since there’s none To know or see what’s now been done Soon she will know a day to return (Lhiannan Sidhe:) Now that the words have fled my tounge Spoken have been the last spells I have the last notes to the tune sung And felt my life too well, slithering through my veins Escaping as agony pulled the reins The first to the last Spells I in secrecy cast Rolled off my tounge and out my eyes In forms of tears but thrice Their glimmering as testament should suffice (Narrating:) Lo and behold there in the palm of her hand Three in numbers all her own And then the three for her sisterhood (Lhiannan Sidhe:) I will tie them six gems on a string round my neck And I will leave here to find what fate is to bring me And as I one day will return I will know what they told MISSFORTUNE: (Narrating:) Unfathomed by all is this In this a day in the prime of winter As angry snowflakes hurl themselves In a frenzy towards a sinner caught Now shackled in the townsquare By the log pierced with a single arrow Be this winged demon mocked Oh how bitterly mortality feels As the feeble strength of man now For exceeds her very own Having fallen by the hands of a drone These days in short supply comes surely not A fate grinning towards mans evil lot And now assembled are they Men of the cloth, men who pray One priest stands tall midst them all Proclaiming boldly this fallen angel Cast into the cellar and the fiery pits of hell Is to be and to redeem (The Clergy of the Cross:) There can be no doubt to kill this evil We are true if we’re burning her at the stake And therefore with the Lords prayer I say we indeed should revel in this day For know this well - This devils belle Ascent here must be sent to hell And tenfold be but the reward Should this task be performed And to the Lord... ...be sent this the Devils whore In the manner true to our banner Fire burns the sinner And the pit’ll claim with a grin her soul And so it is done Make haste now this one Must ne’er know of things else Than the suffering of her own Hell Bestowed only pain Here in dungeons remain Until we will see fit To ’pon pyre give back The Devil his sick ...Breed! RIBBONS: (Narrating:) As the light grows Dim again that night Mildred now Queen of All Wets fingers and kills the light She quenches one small flame With one hand while within the feebled King She gently feeds the embers of all their sins She is there like a splinter in his mind His sweetest dreams now plagued By vile contempt and hat for his own kin So he shuts the doors to with her sin again And he secludes himself He stores gods book high upon his shelf And the priesthood suddenly seems to be Like from evil spawned And all this he sees Oh its hard how he never knew before And as this King now falls asleep on this night The maid made Queen ascends to go somewhere And to attend someone-else Clothed in ribbons, the need to be For her to the King all that he desires Now she dresses herself And slips out of the room |
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8. | The Harkencraft & the Witch of Marbeled Halls | 07:22 | Show lyrics |
(Narrating:) This maid of the King Walks down them stairs Winding down to those dark damp lairs With him - The King tucked in, sleeping She lifts her skirt, then tiptoes by those Flickering shadows Dancing from her hand held light And there behind them cold black bars Sits One whom she feels drawn towards This Fairy Queen caught By the meadows and brought here... (Mildred of Kroue:) Ohh... She truly is a blessing in disguise (And soon revenge will be mine) (Narrating:) Yet the lack of sympathy within Proves where her loyalty lay With a filthy deity Locked to the damp walls of the lair (it does not) How does one really address Such an enemy anyway? A foe by blood red unknowingly To the femme now entered here To think the demoness, and noone less That but one of her own blood is here She unties her tounge and speaks: (Mildred of Kroue:) "Do not fear welcome my dear" Demonessa here in Hell Who you are I know far to well (Narrating:) The goddess with only weakness left Does raise her head to face her guest (Mildred of Kroue:) Yet a stranger in thine eyes am I And stranger still I can’t see why How One who steals her sisters tears The same path walk after thirty years Yes I am of your own blood And I know by heart what you have done I am but one spawned ’tween worlds Come here to mock with words (...And still my thirst) Each moment passing I do fear Is a loss for retribution here Now that thine grace and divinity Be shunned by those who prayed to thee One could believe thine be the fate ’Pon stake be burned as witch of late Yet I could never let to pass A moment like this to avenge the past But now to satiate your thirst for knowledge And to tell the tale Of a mother nailed ’tween worlds Who gave her every inch To a man who gave back nothing And a theft of tears by her sister Here in my hands shivering in fear But three times two the way I see Half of them belongs to me Though I am in truth of your blood And this the craft is both of ours to wield To offer a truce means nothing to me Now that the true enemy Apparently folds to my every whim (...As I pull his strings) So tell me what’s left to do Than me killing you now? "No I won’t spare you now" And then the day of her fate then came - My mother As the priest revealed his face The true face of a man - My father who one day would take The life of his woodwife When his faith was at stake Before the killing he did bide his time Bitterly pondering pon the worth Of having a wife unchristianized By the back of hand he beat his wife For years before he took her life And all this came to pass for your betrayal For without three tears She could do nothing but stay With her immortal essence kept out of grasp She took me as her adept and I learned All of what I am, (who you are) And what I was supposed to do ...Should I meet you! "Vengeance will be ours By blade our honour must give us justice" My mother married him The mortal man of the cross And I alone was the child she loved ...And then lost For Man is truly dark at heart Ever has it been that Man can grasp Beyond his hate - his poisoned mind Forever to live believing himself benine Man is truly dark at heart Ever to grasp Beyond his hate And for that he pays But now it’s time for you to die too! To appease me And my mother God rest her soul "...I speak the truth This is the hour of no truce!" WHEN GODS OF OLD BE GODS IN KIN THEN GODS IN CHAINS ATONED SOON BE THINE SINS (Narrating:) Thus spake this maid made Queen Her words meant to seal her "lords" fate Redeemed be another wrong doing Now at last made right This time ’tis so by stealing the foes life |
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9. | Demonaria III: Grin | 06:48 | Show lyrics |
MURDER OF KROUES: (Narrating:) Sharpening the axe! (sharpening the axe!) By tounge thrust into Sin A bitter Queen knows the time to Grin Yet time is not ripe Still there’s something not right here And so it begins It begins As she grins The Demonessa Caresses and in a whim Has the Queen to desires given in And urges itch as this mere witch Her prey watch with eyes of hunger Sinking her teeth skin and flesh deep Into this deity It would be bliss... In that cellar damp and cold Where the two merges to one The Demon Queen ascent to hell Awaits the hour to come Then evil runs amok And the blade to slay then finally drops Blood spurts ’pon the dungeons walls Yet the blood is not that of a Fairy Demon fallen By the hand of maid fated to be - the Queen For the tables turned as the first cut failed to reach... ...Flesh... But severed instead chain from swanlike, divine the neck The Queen falls ’pon the floor The Demon arises unchained And though battered sore She never wore such wrath before And so there ’Fore her very eyes It crawls out from beneath that hair Blood warm and black covers gown, lace in the crypt of the lair (Lhiannan Sidhe:) Dear sisters child Do you know not, I am divine And you are but a dying femme demigod at best And whilst I may bewitch and slay mankind by right Your feeble attempts did never me blight Still I do recognize Some worth in the skill of luring me here Stealing the tears - Claiming the throne Keeping the King as your feeble drone Now mark my words - dear sisters child For you my dear, it’ll now come to an end (Narrating:) So Mildred sighs eerily unaware she dies And that her reign in the shadows Is at an end and the borrowed craft Slips back in the claws Of the unfettered Devil Dark Goddess Having King, land and faith Bestowed this kinly foes In so few days - evil ways For a Queen wouldn’t just suffice ’Tis true... (Lhiannan Sidhe:) Three times two the way I see All of them Now belongs to me SEVERED: (Lhiannan Sidhe:) "Now gone be that witch Who was practising my arts That foul wench who truly already By witchcraft owned that heart Thus having had me The Goddess - The woodwife But weak as any man - Any grain of sand And as all the craft borrowed refills me again Like sweet incense then I cannot help But wondering when and if I From the belly of the enemy may flee" VOW OF FEEBLEMAN: (Lhiannan Sidhe:) Still, as I sigh I realize I need a word from mouth of him A vow his kin - Soon to be free If he’ll stay here and not Pursue me I need one word from him though One vow so that I may go No towers were ever too steep When one into bitter mortality’s already made the giant leap I will be free again And never believe that Man will then suffice Not even for one as I For mere pleasure The treasure but plain to see - My Immortality" (Narrating:) From steep stone cold walls Into keep of the appalled boy King Deep asleep, in midst dark curtains, velvet sheets And she slithers inside while soaked in candle light And she crawls up onto him And he opens eyes to see her Grin |
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10. | Soulsearchking | 00:58 | Show lyrics |
(Lhiannan Sidhe:) "King Do not fear me I only ask of you to hear me now I take my leave dear King Free be but both of us By the blood now spilled" |
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11. | Rekindleself | 02:15 | Show lyrics |
(Narrating:) The foul stench of the dying kin Neath grasping fingers, wooden grins Be washed clean again is she Dark mother smothered Come this hour She knows better Now from man To stay unfettered Undeathly spirit enters again Yet she knows not to the hours spent avenge If the King can keep his word Then man will forever rule in His world The One God of the One King Is the One step To the end of All things |
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12. | Liars in Wait | 01:07 | instrumental |
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13. | Demonaria IV: Warring | 07:33 | Show lyrics |
CROSSES AND BIBLEWARS: (Narrating:) ...So Now In the morning sun Men by thousands in armour bright Have spears aligned and have torches lit And on shining steed on high He sits The King of these men reborn into pride Once his wench of a wife had died And archers aim, arrows are lit Retaliation is due Broken vows come true... Then out from the dark she steps From black the woods and evil nest This the behemoth crone To a boy king truly well known Every fired arrow lit Quenched is as they hit The ground and the mist Soaked in divine bliss And the Goddess now immortalized again To all appears like the God she really am And in the eyes of the King of mortal Man She is at last what she ought to have... ...Been from the day they met At summersolstice when he lay ’Neath that demon sage Oh how could he have been so strong? To deny her what then wrongfully By curse to her belonged ’Tis true But a riddle to this king How preferred was a maid ’Fore a demonshape with wings With the maid now murdered Her curse be gone From a King who humbled in her arms And so he hesitates As he once more succumbs to charms Not a limb neath sheet-metal of the king As the procession begins Is by his wit free to do what he bids He may only watch his breed - those his to lead By collar, reins and invisible chains of God She is only one Fair foe, Demon crone, God of old And since she’s only one And the men by numbers in thousands stand Then this day should truly belong to Man BATTLELOST (Instrumental) HELL HATH NO FURY LIKE A WOODWOMAN SCORNED: (Narrating:) Roaring wrath In anger be cast And Man is dying fast The fire tares through them first of lines Be come is a God Be gone is the worth of a lie Dark be this day / When few remain Yields the plains / Does Man now slain Dark be this day (...Dark be this day) Few now remain In thousands Man lay slain! Only Simeon remains under her charms It brings tears to his eyes (tears to his eyes) This the beauty of her at the end of the line And by the clashing of steel Brought to their knees Be the last lines of his breed Thirsting for blood no more The slain piles and the hordes Now mere corpses like clay In stained metal remains See in thousands they lie Only served as fuel for fire And then the silence gives chase To the violence and waste of life And wind sweeps across bloodstained bitter plains And as the ilk of man from these dark barren lands By mist is now swallowed And remain does mere hollowed out Armour of those Who dared to oppose (Lhiannan Sidhe:) "Be gone Be dead now dear King" |
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14. | The True Worth of the Lie | 03:04 | Show lyrics |
(Lhiannan Sidhe:) ...Dear King ...My Simeon Sin Regents of this land Whose forefathers all came As did William, to Me by free will From the very first day That I gave my promise Of a prize so dearly sought for By the likes of those Who toil ’neath yoke of death And given it freely have I to any man Who ventures here into my lands To still my thirst, my desires my lusts This curse is only a chance for trust Each year that trust doth grow and so When all is said and done the regents know That when a church preys Upon all that is weak And has grown too strong For Kings so meak Then ne’er can be told Of the prize that’s given ’Lest he cares to by stake die As heretic - be deemed a sinner He’d rather crawl upon knee Knowing within reach Rebirth lie, everlasting life Once in battle he dies as a King And none is there alive So he plays the part of a noble King While in truth is agenda is only to bring A plot even closer The deception to thieve himself A life of undying kind So from father to son I have tasted them all And they have given me that which I needed and more For the prize of into eternity be reborn Man falls rather swiftly from King to whore "Yes, this my dear is the true worth of the lie A royal bloodline who sells land, faith And their very own flesh for mere prospects of life Unending as that of mine..." This blessing be cloaked in a curse of a king Tis at an end come solstice ne’ermore will your kin Be called upon to share with me the sweetest of sins "(For you see) I now know I loathe mankind" A Goddess of pleasure with this revelation of mine That Mans flesh serves as little else than a meal to dine Has little cause to live much less remain here In a world utterly soaked in denial and fear And since You ilk of Man desire so well To wish for your heaven while living in Your hell And pray to a God from a far foreign land Be granted is now thine wish And left to die be mankind! |
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15. | Regency | 01:51 | instrumental |
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1. | Drakens tårar | 02:40 | instrumental |
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2. | Djävulen på Engsöslott | 09:23 | Show lyrics |
En svunnen Dröm - Vidöppna ögon I Grevens bädd - Där Sömn är ett Minne blott Och när Timmen blir sen och Rastlösa Steg från Hall till Hall Sliter Tystnaden isär I Hans Kristna själ... ...Gror Begär Ett Spel för Två men Han är ensam här Åh Gud, ett Spel, för Hans kuvna själ I bitter Ensamhet önskar Greven sig Sällskap för Tidsfördriv Om så med Djävulen själv! ...Och se som Gudasänd, en Främling anländer Mörk och med sitt Ansikte skylt, och Se... Med Redskap i sin Hand För varje kast, för var gång Då tärningarna falled ljudlöst till bords Sitter Främlingen tyst, ej ett ord från Hans Läppar så länge spelet skrider Vidare Greven darrar lätt på Hand när Han fattar tärningarna I Vänster Hand, och än en gång kastar dom till bords Och i Månens kalla sken som Från Ovan tränger ner På dom båda som i Tystnad spelar sitt Spel Ett Slott i Natten mörkt och kallt vid den Kyrkogård där Forna Minnen ligger Djupt i Jord Men ej Djupt nog att jaga Sägnerna Bort från tjänstefolks gemak Och bort från Arvet Greven bär Likt en pil igenom Glömskans Frukt Skär en smak av bitter Hågkomst av Britta Bååt! Han ser på Mannen framför sig På vars haka är det enda som syns Händer klädda i Handskar som för att dölja allt vad Han är Greven vinner Spel efter Spel och när sen Gryning Nalkas Reser sig Främlingen opp och från Hans hand Faller Guld - Tvunnet i Länkar Som pant för Grevens själ Då Djävulen kom till Engsö Igen |
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3. | Köttets makt & kvinnans svek | 04:30 | Show lyrics |
Det Svek som tär min Kropp isär De Lidelser i slöjor Lust Beklär En Blick från Ovan skänker mig mitt mod Från andra sidan där jag stod Jag såg hur Djävulen kom fram Och sen tilltalade mig vid namn Ur ögon svarta sipprar Själens glöd Och i min famn ligger Hon död För Hennes liv och Hennes kropp Ger min själ evigt hopp "How throbs the pulse when first we view The eye that rolls in glossy blue Or sparkels black, or mildly throws A beam from under hazel brows! How quick we credit every oath And hear her plight the willing troth! Fondly we hope ’twill last for aye When lo! She changes in a day" (Lord Byron) Jag ser och hör mycket mer när kärleken dör Där Satans horor smeker min kropp Sliter mitt Kött och dricker mitt Blod Det är dit jag vill - Att bära Hans sigill Och i Köttets Makt - Ledas till Slakt! Se en Man som jag när ondskan har fått tag på Varje liten bit av hans själ |
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4. | Gwenhwyfar | 02:32 | instrumental |
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5. | Multna sidor ur min dagbok | 01:48 | instrumental |
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6. | Mab | 06:10 | Show lyrics |
Bortom Mörkret glömd och svag Ligger Hon och väntar än Vilar huvudet i ondskans Knä Väntar tålmodigt tills den... ...Dagen då Hennes tid åter igen nalkas Och Hon stark och pånyttfödd släpps fri För att åter Föra Strid Kysser läppar varma än Som sedan länge tystnat in Hennes lust som kött Begär Väntar tålmodigt tills den... ...Dagen då Hennes tid åter igen nalkas Och Hon stark och pånyttfödd släpps fri Hon trånar och vrider sig på sin bädd Som hon Tvunnit av män Nakna för Hennes Begär Mab Svart lockar Hon omsorgsfullt Sedan Tidens begynnelse lagt Dagen då Hon åter igen får Släppa ut sitt böljande Hår Är här Snart |
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7. | Sorgekvädet | 01:23 | instrumental |
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8. | Svartnatt | 05:10 | Show lyrics |
Stenen under min rygg är kall Ikring mig ligger Natten tät Där svarta änglar dansar kring min kropp Trär sen snaran runt min hals Ristar i min hud - Skär isär mitt kött Och kysser sen min mun Jag ligger än - Här i änglarnas knä Är jag död? Eller lever jag? Är allt blott en Nattsvart dröm Men smärtan skär så djupt i min själ Den måste vara sann - Åh Gud dom har mig ihjäl "Och ur deras ögon rinner mitt Blod" Jag är kedjad fast på ett iskallt bord Jag blundar hårt i min dröm Som slöjor som dras över Himmelens valv Från här där jag ligger så Slits dom isär alla En efter En Som om byten dom var för en utsvulten Midvinters Natt Svartnatt Svartnatt, svartkatt, svarta Himmel som ovanfrån håller mig Kedjad fast i famnen på Nattens barn Det finns ingen frälsning - Det finns inget hopp Från Mardrömmens Moder som skändar min kropp Med vidöppna armar omfamnas jag |
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9. | Ulv | 03:17 | Show lyrics |
Natten är slut och morgonen som tycktes ljusare förrut Ligger hopkurad vid min dörr Hon är fager och ung och många gånger har jag tvekat Och velat släppa Henne in |
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10. | Svartkonst & tusenskrönor | 08:32 | Show lyrics |
När skymningen Faller anländer Han För att skörda frukt jag låtit gro i Hans namn En människa vit och blek som elfenben På ett altare skuret ut ur Stenen hård och kall ur Bergets kam Som en sista Gåva till gunst för Hans famn "Låt mig se låt mig känna Din hand i min Med klor som skär djupt i mitt skinn" Vad det rätt väg att ta? Nu när slutet är här Plötsligt tvekar jag - När jag slits isär Mötet är det första i sitt slag Och från och med morgondagen skall jag leva för Hans synd Men när kåpan Han faller till marken Ser jag kvinnan framför mig Jag låtit dräpa så grymt... ...Hon ser på mig och ler Den fauna jag klätt Hennes nakna kropp med Hänger ännu från Hennes hår Och axlar ner på Hennes bara ben Hon ser på mig och öppnar sen Käften sin likt ett rovdjur törstar efter Livets Vin Av alla synder jag begått Var aldrig någon lika grym som den här För sent förstår jag att jag själv nu fallit offer för min Tro Jag trodde mig ha - Jag trodde mig förstå Den svartkonst jag sår |
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11. | Återbesök (Repris) | 01:49 | instrumental |
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12. | Venus | 10:31 | instrumental |
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13. | Vanhelgedom | 05:06 | Show lyrics |
En Mara i svart för vatten och bröd I Blomsterprakt för en Makes död En fager hud och en ihålig kropp I kvinnfolks skal för ondskans Lott Beslöjad och ljuv - Hon skälver och ler Iförd Djävulens skrud - Döljer det ingen får se En förlorad själ på Helgad Mark Med ryggen kall och täckt av bark En Älva, en ängel I ögonen på bonden ser Hon bytet Hon tog så lätt Som bondens fru Hon sen blir sedd Men jakten slutar inte där För varje man som begär Hennes kött Får dela hennes gunst Som brud Hon står vid mannens sida Väntar tålmodigt tills Nattens vida vingar sänkas skall Över gård och Land Och prästens sista ord skola tyna bort Och solens strålar inte längre når Den ljuva Mö som vid sina Make står Så lyftes slöjan Hennes varsamt av Till Hin Håles slav! Med kupor fyllda med Blod Och bordet dukat upp till fest För dom Två Bara Hon och Han inatt... |
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14. | Ensamheten & odjuret | 02:24 | Show lyrics |
När ensam kvar jag sitter här Mitt enda sällskap är mig själv Och jag låter allt försvinna bort igen Ingen ser och ingen hör Min ensamhet är allt jag har Och aldrig Någonsin skulle jag mista den Inombords Jag hör så nätt hur hjärtat slår |
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15. | Tuathadedanan | 03:06 | Show lyrics |
När Nordanvind sveper Riket kring Lämnar Landet tomt och kargt Och Kungens mark ligger naken kvar Utan skörd för Fåfängans Makt En Ek står ensam kvar Ett Herresäte lämnat bart Med sår som själen tär Och ett hjärta svart Han ännu bär Ett dunkelt sken genom lövverk och gren Vid trädets fot ligger Döden allén Och skrapar bark från trädets stam Klär sitt näste med Evig skam Eken står troget kvar Med blicken svart under klar lunar Ty rötter når dit längtan vill Och bara Döden bär Tidens sigill Bland mossens djupa snår Där Eken ännu står Med Döden i sin famn Och med djupa ärr i sin stam |
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16. | Varsel (Del 2) | 05:58 | Show lyrics |
Jag skjuter fönsterluckorna dän Och stirrar ut över öppet skär För all den mark jag äger här Ett pris så högt... ...Min egen själ Av fattig börd Men dock ett torparbarn Med blott en önskan Att bli något bättre än sin far Han såg så lätt Vad en liten pojke som jag Så gärna ville ha Och tillräckligt för att sälja min själ Så föddes jag på nytt Jag såg mig om igen Men jag vände aldrig om |
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17. | Från ögat når en blodröd tår | 06:49 | Show lyrics |
Jag stirrar djupt ner i Brunnens gap Med blicken tom och fylld av hat En Nattsvart pil genom bröst och själ Men hjärtat slår på Silverfat Ett Nattsvart himlavalv jag ser I mörkrets dunkla djup I korpens fjäderskrud till Gryningens ljus Och nu Längst där nere Jag ser en man Som stirrar tillbaks på mig Men allt blir grumligt Och snart suddas allt ut Står jag, jag ensam kvar? Från Ögat når en Blodröd Tår För min själs alla öppna sår Ner till vattenytan som bryter Natten itu I skärvor allt för en ensam droppe Blod Från mig... "Ytan samlar sina skärvor Och spegeln blir åter hel igen Men svunnen är Han" Jag blundar hårt och gör mitt val Blott ett steg från brunnens djup När dagen gryr är allt förbi... |
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Luis Royo | Cover art |
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1. | Drakens tårar | 02:40 | instrumental |
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2. | Djävulen på Engsöslott | 09:23 | Show lyrics |
En svunnen Dröm - Vidöppna ögon I Grevens bädd - Där Sömn är ett Minne blott Och när Timmen blir sen och Rastlösa Steg från Hall till Hall Sliter Tystnaden isär I Hans Kristna själ... ...Gror Begär Ett Spel för Två men Han är ensam här Åh Gud, ett Spel, för Hans kuvna själ I bitter Ensamhet önskar Greven sig Sällskap för Tidsfördriv Om så med Djävulen själv! ...Och se som Gudasänd, en Främling anländer Mörk och med sitt Ansikte skylt, och Se... Med Redskap i sin Hand För varje kast, för var gång Då tärningarna falled ljudlöst till bords Sitter Främlingen tyst, ej ett ord från Hans Läppar så länge spelet skrider Vidare Greven darrar lätt på Hand när Han fattar tärningarna I Vänster Hand, och än en gång kastar dom till bords Och i Månens kalla sken som Från Ovan tränger ner På dom båda som i Tystnad spelar sitt Spel Ett Slott i Natten mörkt och kallt vid den Kyrkogård där Forna Minnen ligger Djupt i Jord Men ej Djupt nog att jaga Sägnerna Bort från tjänstefolks gemak Och bort från Arvet Greven bär Likt en pil igenom Glömskans Frukt Skär en smak av bitter Hågkomst av Britta Bååt! Han ser på Mannen framför sig På vars haka är det enda som syns Händer klädda i Handskar som för att dölja allt vad Han är Greven vinner Spel efter Spel och när sen Gryning Nalkas Reser sig Främlingen opp och från Hans hand Faller Guld - Tvunnet i Länkar Som pant för Grevens själ Då Djävulen kom till Engsö Igen |
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3. | Köttets makt och kvinnans svek | 04:30 | Show lyrics |
Det Svek som tär min Kropp isär De Lidelser i slöjor Lust Beklär En Blick från Ovan skänker mig mitt mod Från andra sidan där jag stod Jag såg hur Djävulen kom fram Och sen tilltalade mig vid namn Ur ögon svarta sipprar Själens glöd Och i min famn ligger Hon död För Hennes liv och Hennes kropp Ger min själ evigt hopp "How throbs the pulse when first we view The eye that rolls in glossy blue Or sparkels black, or mildly throws A beam from under hazel brows! How quick we credit every oath And hear her plight the willing troth! Fondly we hope ’twill last for aye When lo! She changes in a day" (Lord Byron) Jag ser och hör mycket mer när kärleken dör Där Satans horor smeker min kropp Sliter mitt Kött och dricker mitt Blod Det är dit jag vill - Att bära Hans sigill Och i Köttets Makt - Ledas till Slakt! Se en Man som jag när ondskan har fått tag på Varje liten bit av hans själ |
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4. | Gwenhwyfar | 02:32 | instrumental |
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5. | Multna sidor ur min dagbok | 01:48 | instrumental |
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6. | Mab | 06:10 | Show lyrics |
Bortom Mörkret glömd och svag Ligger Hon och väntar än Vilar huvudet i ondskans Knä Väntar tålmodigt tills den... ...Dagen då Hennes tid åter igen nalkas Och Hon stark och pånyttfödd släpps fri För att åter Föra Strid Kysser läppar varma än Som sedan länge tystnat in Hennes lust som kött Begär Väntar tålmodigt tills den... ...Dagen då Hennes tid åter igen nalkas Och Hon stark och pånyttfödd släpps fri Hon trånar och vrider sig på sin bädd Som hon Tvunnit av män Nakna för Hennes Begär Mab Svart lockar Hon omsorgsfullt Sedan Tidens begynnelse lagt Dagen då Hon åter igen får Släppa ut sitt böljande Hår Är här Snart |
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7. | Sorgekvädet | 01:23 | instrumental |
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8. | Svartnatt | 05:10 | Show lyrics |
Stenen under min rygg är kall Ikring mig ligger Natten tät Där svarta änglar dansar kring min kropp Trär sen snaran runt min hals Ristar i min hud - Skär isär mitt kött Och kysser sen min mun Jag ligger än - Här i änglarnas knä Är jag död? Eller lever jag? Är allt blott en Nattsvart dröm Men smärtan skär så djupt i min själ Den måste vara sann - Åh Gud dom har mig ihjäl "Och ur deras ögon rinner mitt Blod" Jag är kedjad fast på ett iskallt bord Jag blundar hårt i min dröm Som slöjor som dras över Himmelens valv Från här där jag ligger så Slits dom isär alla En efter En Som om byten dom var för en utsvulten Midvinters Natt Svartnatt Svartnatt, svartkatt, svarta Himmel som ovanfrån håller mig Kedjad fast i famnen på Nattens barn Det finns ingen frälsning - Det finns inget hopp Från Mardrömmens Moder som skändar min kropp Med vidöppna armar omfamnas jag |
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9. | Ulv | 03:17 | Show lyrics |
Natten är slut och morgonen som tycktes ljusare förrut Ligger hopkurad vid min dörr Hon är fager och ung och många gånger har jag tvekat Och velat släppa Henne in |
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10. | Svartkonst och tusenskrönor | 08:32 | Show lyrics |
När skymningen Faller anländer Han För att skörda frukt jag låtit gro i Hans namn En människa vit och blek som elfenben På ett altare skuret ut ur Stenen hård och kall ur Bergets kam Som en sista Gåva till gunst för Hans famn "Låt mig se låt mig känna Din hand i min Med klor som skär djupt i mitt skinn" Vad det rätt väg att ta? Nu när slutet är här Plötsligt tvekar jag - När jag slits isär Mötet är det första i sitt slag Och från och med morgondagen skall jag leva för Hans synd Men när kåpan Han faller till marken Ser jag kvinnan framför mig Jag låtit dräpa så grymt... ...Hon ser på mig och ler Den fauna jag klätt Hennes nakna kropp med Hänger ännu från Hennes hår Och axlar ner på Hennes bara ben Hon ser på mig och öppnar sen Käften sin likt ett rovdjur törstar efter Livets Vin Av alla synder jag begått Var aldrig någon lika grym som den här För sent förstår jag att jag själv nu fallit offer för min Tro Jag trodde mig ha - Jag trodde mig förstå Den svartkonst jag sår |
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11. | Återbesök (Repris) | 01:49 | instrumental |
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12. | Venus | 10:31 | instrumental |
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Blackarts
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Marcus Hammarström | Everything |
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Luis Royo | Cover art |
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1. | Drakens tårar | 02:40 | instrumental |
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2. | Djävulen på Engsöslott | 09:23 | Show lyrics |
En svunnen Dröm - Vidöppna ögon I Grevens bädd - Där Sömn är ett Minne blott Och när Timmen blir sen och Rastlösa Steg från Hall till Hall Sliter Tystnaden isär I Hans Kristna själ... ...Gror Begär Ett Spel för Två men Han är ensam här Åh Gud, ett Spel, för Hans kuvna själ I bitter Ensamhet önskar Greven sig Sällskap för Tidsfördriv Om så med Djävulen själv! ...Och se som Gudasänd, en Främling anländer Mörk och med sitt Ansikte skylt, och Se... Med Redskap i sin Hand För varje kast, för var gång Då tärningarna falled ljudlöst till bords Sitter Främlingen tyst, ej ett ord från Hans Läppar så länge spelet skrider Vidare Greven darrar lätt på Hand när Han fattar tärningarna I Vänster Hand, och än en gång kastar dom till bords Och i Månens kalla sken som Från Ovan tränger ner På dom båda som i Tystnad spelar sitt Spel Ett Slott i Natten mörkt och kallt vid den Kyrkogård där Forna Minnen ligger Djupt i Jord Men ej Djupt nog att jaga Sägnerna Bort från tjänstefolks gemak Och bort från Arvet Greven bär Likt en pil igenom Glömskans Frukt Skär en smak av bitter Hågkomst av Britta Bååt! Han ser på Mannen framför sig På vars haka är det enda som syns Händer klädda i Handskar som för att dölja allt vad Han är Greven vinner Spel efter Spel och när sen Gryning Nalkas Reser sig Främlingen opp och från Hans hand Faller Guld - Tvunnet i Länkar Som pant för Grevens själ Då Djävulen kom till Engsö Igen |
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3. | Köttets makt & kvinnans svek | 04:30 | Show lyrics |
Det Svek som tär min Kropp isär De Lidelser i slöjor Lust Beklär En Blick från Ovan skänker mig mitt mod Från andra sidan där jag stod Jag såg hur Djävulen kom fram Och sen tilltalade mig vid namn Ur ögon svarta sipprar Själens glöd Och i min famn ligger Hon död För Hennes liv och Hennes kropp Ger min själ evigt hopp "How throbs the pulse when first we view The eye that rolls in glossy blue Or sparkels black, or mildly throws A beam from under hazel brows! How quick we credit every oath And hear her plight the willing troth! Fondly we hope ’twill last for aye When lo! She changes in a day" (Lord Byron) Jag ser och hör mycket mer när kärleken dör Där Satans horor smeker min kropp Sliter mitt Kött och dricker mitt Blod Det är dit jag vill - Att bära Hans sigill Och i Köttets Makt - Ledas till Slakt! Se en Man som jag när ondskan har fått tag på Varje liten bit av hans själ |
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4. | Gwenhwyfar | 02:32 | instrumental |
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5. | Multna sidor ur min dagbok | 01:48 | instrumental |
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6. | Mab | 06:10 | Show lyrics |
Bortom Mörkret glömd och svag Ligger Hon och väntar än Vilar huvudet i ondskans Knä Väntar tålmodigt tills den... ...Dagen då Hennes tid åter igen nalkas Och Hon stark och pånyttfödd släpps fri För att åter Föra Strid Kysser läppar varma än Som sedan länge tystnat in Hennes lust som kött Begär Väntar tålmodigt tills den... ...Dagen då Hennes tid åter igen nalkas Och Hon stark och pånyttfödd släpps fri Hon trånar och vrider sig på sin bädd Som hon Tvunnit av män Nakna för Hennes Begär Mab Svart lockar Hon omsorgsfullt Sedan Tidens begynnelse lagt Dagen då Hon åter igen får Släppa ut sitt böljande Hår Är här Snart |
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7. | Sorgekvädet | 01:23 | instrumental |
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8. | Svartnatt | 05:10 | Show lyrics |
Stenen under min rygg är kall Ikring mig ligger Natten tät Där svarta änglar dansar kring min kropp Trär sen snaran runt min hals Ristar i min hud - Skär isär mitt kött Och kysser sen min mun Jag ligger än - Här i änglarnas knä Är jag död? Eller lever jag? Är allt blott en Nattsvart dröm Men smärtan skär så djupt i min själ Den måste vara sann - Åh Gud dom har mig ihjäl "Och ur deras ögon rinner mitt Blod" Jag är kedjad fast på ett iskallt bord Jag blundar hårt i min dröm Som slöjor som dras över Himmelens valv Från här där jag ligger så Slits dom isär alla En efter En Som om byten dom var för en utsvulten Midvinters Natt Svartnatt Svartnatt, svartkatt, svarta Himmel som ovanfrån håller mig Kedjad fast i famnen på Nattens barn Det finns ingen frälsning - Det finns inget hopp Från Mardrömmens Moder som skändar min kropp Med vidöppna armar omfamnas jag |
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9. | Ulv | 03:17 | Show lyrics |
Natten är slut och morgonen som tycktes ljusare förrut Ligger hopkurad vid min dörr Hon är fager och ung och många gånger har jag tvekat Och velat släppa Henne in |
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10. | Svartkonst & tusenskrönor | 08:32 | Show lyrics |
När skymningen Faller anländer Han För att skörda frukt jag låtit gro i Hans namn En människa vit och blek som elfenben På ett altare skuret ut ur Stenen hård och kall ur Bergets kam Som en sista Gåva till gunst för Hans famn "Låt mig se låt mig känna Din hand i min Med klor som skär djupt i mitt skinn" Vad det rätt väg att ta? Nu när slutet är här Plötsligt tvekar jag - När jag slits isär Mötet är det första i sitt slag Och från och med morgondagen skall jag leva för Hans synd Men när kåpan Han faller till marken Ser jag kvinnan framför mig Jag låtit dräpa så grymt... ...Hon ser på mig och ler Den fauna jag klätt Hennes nakna kropp med Hänger ännu från Hennes hår Och axlar ner på Hennes bara ben Hon ser på mig och öppnar sen Käften sin likt ett rovdjur törstar efter Livets Vin Av alla synder jag begått Var aldrig någon lika grym som den här För sent förstår jag att jag själv nu fallit offer för min Tro Jag trodde mig ha - Jag trodde mig förstå Den svartkonst jag sår |
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11. | Återbesök (Repris) | 01:49 | instrumental |
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12. | Venus | 10:31 | instrumental |
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Witches - Salem (1692 vs 2001)
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Marcus Hammarström | Everything |
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Marcus Hammarström | Producer, Design, Artwork, Lyrics |
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1. | Anno Domini 1232 | 01:16 | instrumental |
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2. | Orroborros & the Pilgrim | 02:47 | instrumental |
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3. | Lilliannah - Demonologi för dömda | 07:05 | Show lyrics |
Så mörkt och kallt, Samuel stannar vid vattnet Hon ligger blek och tyst med slutna ögon Med livet stulet, under ytan Naken med blomster kring sin byst Han kan dock inte slita sin blick Så grann är hon om blott han fick En dag hustru av denna kropp blott äkta Levande eller död Han fäller en silvertår För hennes själ, och hennes svunna liv Och som lovligt byte böjer han sig fram Över flickans nätta kropp Åh, han trånar så, finns det inget sätt Att henne som sin hustru få... ...Han vet så väl hur allt skulle bli... Ty socknen så from Så gudlös och ond Där blott kristendom Låtit ondskan gro För att sedan få slå i blom Och se, nu framför Samuel i vatten kallt Hon öppnar ögonen och nu nalkas vandrarens fall För han ser blott slutet komma för sent Hon drar honom med sig ner Och snart finns Samuel ej mer Hon fäller en silvertår, för sitt bytes själ Och sitt offers svunna liv Ett sista bett En sista smak av blod Allt svartnar så fort När mängder av vatten han sväljer Och himmelens port försvinner bort... |
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4. | Nocturne | 01:26 | instrumental |
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5. | Crestfallen | 04:21 | Show lyrics |
Through the woods between stem and bark Blackened by an eerie sky a moonlit night High on her heels above the icecold snow Thunders demons thrilled by the chase To be the one to hunt her down To seize the price for the damage done And bring this DemiGod to justice Before the Grand Duke of Hell (and of her life as well) Little pity will be shown for her insubordination ...Be gone! Two thousand souls on killing spree Yet the first to reach her is struck by pity And to his Lord and Master he means no disrespect In letting her go... There is but many who die this day As the most crestfallen of angels are slain The wrath bestowed on them all Is tenfold greater than Heavens Fall When the dearest of possessions are lost For the folly of one apprentice There is no pain severe enough No sentence matching the crime that has been done Here ... Finally... She is free... ... To roam the earth... ... And all of the above! |
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6. | Kvinnorovet | 06:12 | Show lyrics |
Hon låter gräset spira kring hennes ben Där hon ligger våt i solens sken Där i gräset så fager och ung Hon ler och undrar över tiden hon ligger här Men när tiden är knapp Och hon är trött och matt Och bredvid ligger han Men dom säger ingenting Han är främling i byn Och ingen vet vem han är Han kom från ingenstans Han förför varje dotter, varje änka, varje fru Ingen kvinna kan sig värja, trånar, väntar på sin tur Sen den dagen då han kom, släpptes djävulen så lös Han får varje flickas gunst, han belägrar varje tös Sedan ondskan kom till byn blir den skörd av allt dom sår Med tårar svett och på kvinnorygg bara mindre år för år Varje man mäter sig kraftlös mot hans skönhet och hans makt Kan blott hjälplöst skåda stoltheten som ledes bort till slakt |
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7. | Häxor, maror och vittror | 03:49 | Show lyrics |
Du ser mig ligga i snön Blott ögonblicket från att frysa till döds Så du tar mig hem och framför öppen eld Sätter du blodet i svall Medan du själv tycks förbli lika kall I lustfyllt rus och ovan tomma krus - I kammaren Med grumlig blick ser jag dig i aftonskrud Men ikring dig likt skuggor som fladdrar i mörkret Du är ej själv i mitt sällskap Dina systrar, du och jag Där är en så fager och en så grann Den tredje mörk och hon räcker mig sin hand Jag gräver mig ner i primitivt köttsligt begär Så djupt att ur kommer jag aldrig - Ifall längtan tär För både natt som dag, varje vaken stund Du är min värd som ger mig allt Så länge hungern i dig och dina systrar jag när Så säg mig varför ska jag gå när vintern rasar utanför Ty häxor, maror och vittror gör mig aldrig förnär. |
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8. | Djävulens novis | 02:05 | Show lyrics |
Jag vaknar utsvulten i mörkret Likblek i ett hav av blod Med fingrar prydda med vassa klor Och hjässa krönt med två små svarta horn Säg mig nu... ... Vem har jag blivit? Mitt onda innre har obarmhärtigt format mitt yttre Över blott en natt! |
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9. | Ecclesia Non Novit Sanguinem? | 03:43 | instrumental |
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10. | Interludium I | 01:23 | instrumental |
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11. | The Kindred (Salem 1692) | 06:36 | Show lyrics |
NARRATOR: Evil perished the day Or so they thought when there stood in pale On trial with hands tied to her back All but a child told to be taught of herecy THE ONLOOKER: The demons in cloaks arrive and light the pyres high Whilst hiding behind the doctrine built on scriptures of lies The wicked Kindred watch with pride With the icon of their malice at side None here will regret today As virtue ends up lost in flames THE ELDERS OF THE VILLAGE: So You’ve come here to slay all the witches? On Your mission straight from God To justify Your faith it seems our women at the stakes must die THE ONLOOKER & THE WISE MAN: Tears all mingle with her blood Does fall for the teachings from above With torture meant to drive us all to the shackles of their lies For all are sinners in the eyes of God Until we all belong to the likes of Him (With devine right) To see to it that all nonebelievers die HIGH PRIEST TO HIS LOYAL SUBJECTS: Bring them to their knees For to spread the gospels the best tool is fear of God And all the sins we do create to keep them all at bay And have them pay in blood and finally their beliefs THE INQUISITORS TO THE VILLAGERS: In this year of our Lord, by the grace of our hordes We have come to save You from Your afterlife Though most of You will die, be sure though to abide Salvation lies after a lifetime of submission THE VILLAGERS: Are we to pay in blood and all our wealth For plain intimidation of this hell? When facing all the wealth we here possess This image of Your God seems so much less WITH HINDSIGHT: But we were given no choice. |
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12. | Ritual (Varsel Del I) | 08:18 | Show lyrics |
Tolv varv baklänges kring Jesus hem Och var gång porten jag ser Ett djupt andetag och jag blåser in genom nyckelhålet För att snart få möta min frälsare och Gud Och när jag sista varvet gått En ensam man står och väntar på mig En skepnad i svart med kontraktet i sin hand ... Ett harmlöst jack i fingret Och på kontraktet skriver jag... Tro gifver Jesus Krist blott falsk och blott ett hån Ty ängeln fallen skänker dock lättja till var man Så säg då vad bjuder vår Gud, utom svek? Så besten framför mig kliver tillbaks I mörkret och lämnar blott ingenting kvar Utom känslan av tomhet innuti mitt bröst Han tog väl ej själen min nu när jag äntligen Vaknat upp och sett mig om Och skådar så världen genom nyfödda ögon Jag ser så mycket mer... |
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13. | Gregory IX | 00:56 | instrumental |
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14. | Dark Is the Seraphim | 07:46 | Show lyrics |
Falling by numbers before my very eyes The Kin of the Dragons I’ve slain by birthright And seer grant me courage for I know not the peril That lie ahead down my twisted path ... So rise, oh Lord... ... Grant me strength, to uphold... Thy kingdom to come Thy death be undone Sleep no longer For the land below both King and foe Awaits this final day And though fear roams I do know, I do understand What must be done... Be seated, be afraid for what may come this way For behind these shutters and behind these doors Our story’s about to unfold I gather the will to end my mission With the seven witches tied at the stakes And as the audience is ghasping for air I prepare to revel in the flesh And now the feast is here, as the maidens fair Are cleansed by the flames Preordained As I falter by every word Summoning all but the Lord himself For as the shape reveals as prophesied in the "good book" It all seams somewhat twisted to what I’ve Learned to believe to be the man not the beast I’ve (now) somehow succumbed to without Knowing what made me sacrifice All that’s dead to be by the hand of the Lord ... Oh Lord why have you turned on me? ... Oh Lord you sought me out Behind this curtain of my everyday life And now it seams the only one to die Is me... |
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15. | Honeythorne | 04:31 | instrumental |
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01:02:14 |
Witches - Salem (1692 vs 2001)
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Marcus Hammarström | Everything |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Marcus Hammarström | Producer, Design, Artwork, Lyrics |
Luis Royo | Cover art |
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1. | Anno Domini 1232 | 01:16 | instrumental |
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2. | Orroborros & the Pilgrim | 02:47 | instrumental |
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3. | Lilliannah - Demonologi för dömda | 07:05 | Show lyrics |
Så mörkt och kallt, Samuel stannar vid vattnet Hon ligger blek och tyst med slutna ögon Med livet stulet, under ytan Naken med blomster kring sin byst Han kan dock inte slita sin blick Så grann är hon om blott han fick En dag hustru av denna kropp blott äkta Levande eller död Han fäller en silvertår För hennes själ, och hennes svunna liv Och som lovligt byte böjer han sig fram Över flickans nätta kropp Åh, han trånar så, finns det inget sätt Att henne som sin hustru få... ...Han vet så väl hur allt skulle bli... Ty socknen så from Så gudlös och ond Där blott kristendom Låtit ondskan gro För att sedan få slå i blom Och se, nu framför Samuel i vatten kallt Hon öppnar ögonen och nu nalkas vandrarens fall För han ser blott slutet komma för sent Hon drar honom med sig ner Och snart finns Samuel ej mer Hon fäller en silvertår, för sitt bytes själ Och sitt offers svunna liv Ett sista bett En sista smak av blod Allt svartnar så fort När mängder av vatten han sväljer Och himmelens port försvinner bort... |
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4. | Nocturne | 01:26 | instrumental |
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5. | Crestfallen | 04:21 | Show lyrics |
Through the woods between stem and bark Blackened by an eerie sky a moonlit night High on her heels above the icecold snow Thunders demons thrilled by the chase To be the one to hunt her down To seize the price for the damage done And bring this DemiGod to justice Before the Grand Duke of Hell (and of her life as well) Little pity will be shown for her insubordination ...Be gone! Two thousand souls on killing spree Yet the first to reach her is struck by pity And to his Lord and Master he means no disrespect In letting her go... There is but many who die this day As the most crestfallen of angels are slain The wrath bestowed on them all Is tenfold greater than Heavens Fall When the dearest of possessions are lost For the folly of one apprentice There is no pain severe enough No sentence matching the crime that has been done Here ... Finally... She is free... ... To roam the earth... ... And all of the above! |
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6. | Kvinnorovet | 06:12 | Show lyrics |
Hon låter gräset spira kring hennes ben Där hon ligger våt i solens sken Där i gräset så fager och ung Hon ler och undrar över tiden hon ligger här Men när tiden är knapp Och hon är trött och matt Och bredvid ligger han Men dom säger ingenting Han är främling i byn Och ingen vet vem han är Han kom från ingenstans Han förför varje dotter, varje änka, varje fru Ingen kvinna kan sig värja, trånar, väntar på sin tur Sen den dagen då han kom, släpptes djävulen så lös Han får varje flickas gunst, han belägrar varje tös Sedan ondskan kom till byn blir den skörd av allt dom sår Med tårar svett och på kvinnorygg bara mindre år för år Varje man mäter sig kraftlös mot hans skönhet och hans makt Kan blott hjälplöst skåda stoltheten som ledes bort till slakt |
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7. | Häxor, maror och vittror | 03:49 | Show lyrics |
Du ser mig ligga i snön Blott ögonblicket från att frysa till döds Så du tar mig hem och framför öppen eld Sätter du blodet i svall Medan du själv tycks förbli lika kall I lustfyllt rus och ovan tomma krus - I kammaren Med grumlig blick ser jag dig i aftonskrud Men ikring dig likt skuggor som fladdrar i mörkret Du är ej själv i mitt sällskap Dina systrar, du och jag Där är en så fager och en så grann Den tredje mörk och hon räcker mig sin hand Jag gräver mig ner i primitivt köttsligt begär Så djupt att ur kommer jag aldrig - Ifall längtan tär För både natt som dag, varje vaken stund Du är min värd som ger mig allt Så länge hungern i dig och dina systrar jag när Så säg mig varför ska jag gå när vintern rasar utanför Ty häxor, maror och vittror gör mig aldrig förnär. |
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8. | Djävulens novis | 02:05 | Show lyrics |
Jag vaknar utsvulten i mörkret Likblek i ett hav av blod Med fingrar prydda med vassa klor Och hjässa krönt med två små svarta horn Säg mig nu... ... Vem har jag blivit? Mitt onda innre har obarmhärtigt format mitt yttre Över blott en natt! |
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9. | Ecclesia Non Novit Sanguinem? | 03:43 | instrumental |
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10. | Interludium I | 01:23 | instrumental |
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11. | The Kindred (Salem 1692) | 06:36 | Show lyrics |
NARRATOR: Evil perished the day Or so they thought when there stood in pale On trial with hands tied to her back All but a child told to be taught of herecy THE ONLOOKER: The demons in cloaks arrive and light the pyres high Whilst hiding behind the doctrine built on scriptures of lies The wicked Kindred watch with pride With the icon of their malice at side None here will regret today As virtue ends up lost in flames THE ELDERS OF THE VILLAGE: So You’ve come here to slay all the witches? On Your mission straight from God To justify Your faith it seems our women at the stakes must die THE ONLOOKER & THE WISE MAN: Tears all mingle with her blood Does fall for the teachings from above With torture meant to drive us all to the shackles of their lies For all are sinners in the eyes of God Until we all belong to the likes of Him (With devine right) To see to it that all nonebelievers die HIGH PRIEST TO HIS LOYAL SUBJECTS: Bring them to their knees For to spread the gospels the best tool is fear of God And all the sins we do create to keep them all at bay And have them pay in blood and finally their beliefs THE INQUISITORS TO THE VILLAGERS: In this year of our Lord, by the grace of our hordes We have come to save You from Your afterlife Though most of You will die, be sure though to abide Salvation lies after a lifetime of submission THE VILLAGERS: Are we to pay in blood and all our wealth For plain intimidation of this hell? When facing all the wealth we here possess This image of Your God seems so much less WITH HINDSIGHT: But we were given no choice. |
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12. | Ritual (Varsel Del I) | 08:18 | Show lyrics |
Tolv varv baklänges kring Jesus hem Och var gång porten jag ser Ett djupt andetag och jag blåser in genom nyckelhålet För att snart få möta min frälsare och Gud Och när jag sista varvet gått En ensam man står och väntar på mig En skepnad i svart med kontraktet i sin hand ... Ett harmlöst jack i fingret Och på kontraktet skriver jag... Tro gifver Jesus Krist blott falsk och blott ett hån Ty ängeln fallen skänker dock lättja till var man Så säg då vad bjuder vår Gud, utom svek? Så besten framför mig kliver tillbaks I mörkret och lämnar blott ingenting kvar Utom känslan av tomhet innuti mitt bröst Han tog väl ej själen min nu när jag äntligen Vaknat upp och sett mig om Och skådar så världen genom nyfödda ögon Jag ser så mycket mer... |
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13. | Gregory IX | 00:56 | instrumental |
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14. | Dark Is the Seraphim | 07:46 | Show lyrics |
Falling by numbers before my very eyes The Kin of the Dragons I’ve slain by birthright And seer grant me courage for I know not the peril That lie ahead down my twisted path ... So rise, oh Lord... ... Grant me strength, to uphold... Thy kingdom to come Thy death be undone Sleep no longer For the land below both King and foe Awaits this final day And though fear roams I do know, I do understand What must be done... Be seated, be afraid for what may come this way For behind these shutters and behind these doors Our story’s about to unfold I gather the will to end my mission With the seven witches tied at the stakes And as the audience is ghasping for air I prepare to revel in the flesh And now the feast is here, as the maidens fair Are cleansed by the flames Preordained As I falter by every word Summoning all but the Lord himself For as the shape reveals as prophesied in the "good book" It all seams somewhat twisted to what I’ve Learned to believe to be the man not the beast I’ve (now) somehow succumbed to without Knowing what made me sacrifice All that’s dead to be by the hand of the Lord ... Oh Lord why have you turned on me? ... Oh Lord you sought me out Behind this curtain of my everyday life And now it seams the only one to die Is me... |
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15. | Honeythorne | 04:31 | instrumental |
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01:02:14 |
Witches - Salem (1692 vs 2001)
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Marcus Hammarström | Everything |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Marcus Hammarström | Producer, Design, Artwork, Lyrics |
Luis Royo | Cover art |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Anno Domini 1232 | 01:16 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
2. | Orroborros & the Pilgrim | 02:47 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
3. | Lilliannah - Demonologi för dömda | 07:05 | Show lyrics |
Så mörkt och kallt, Samuel stannar vid vattnet Hon ligger blek och tyst med slutna ögon Med livet stulet, under ytan Naken med blomster kring sin byst Han kan dock inte slita sin blick Så grann är hon om blott han fick En dag hustru av denna kropp blott äkta Levande eller död Han fäller en silvertår För hennes själ, och hennes svunna liv Och som lovligt byte böjer han sig fram Över flickans nätta kropp Åh, han trånar så, finns det inget sätt Att henne som sin hustru få... ...Han vet så väl hur allt skulle bli... Ty socknen så from Så gudlös och ond Där blott kristendom Låtit ondskan gro För att sedan få slå i blom Och se, nu framför Samuel i vatten kallt Hon öppnar ögonen och nu nalkas vandrarens fall För han ser blott slutet komma för sent Hon drar honom med sig ner Och snart finns Samuel ej mer Hon fäller en silvertår, för sitt bytes själ Och sitt offers svunna liv Ett sista bett En sista smak av blod Allt svartnar så fort När mängder av vatten han sväljer Och himmelens port försvinner bort... |
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4. | Nocturne | 01:26 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
5. | Crestfallen | 04:21 | Show lyrics |
Through the woods between stem and bark Blackened by an eerie sky a moonlit night High on her heels above the icecold snow Thunders demons thrilled by the chase To be the one to hunt her down To seize the price for the damage done And bring this DemiGod to justice Before the Grand Duke of Hell (and of her life as well) Little pity will be shown for her insubordination ...Be gone! Two thousand souls on killing spree Yet the first to reach her is struck by pity And to his Lord and Master he means no disrespect In letting her go... There is but many who die this day As the most crestfallen of angels are slain The wrath bestowed on them all Is tenfold greater than Heavens Fall When the dearest of possessions are lost For the folly of one apprentice There is no pain severe enough No sentence matching the crime that has been done Here ... Finally... She is free... ... To roam the earth... ... And all of the above! |
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6. | Kvinnorovet | 06:12 | Show lyrics |
Hon låter gräset spira kring hennes ben Där hon ligger våt i solens sken Där i gräset så fager och ung Hon ler och undrar över tiden hon ligger här Men när tiden är knapp Och hon är trött och matt Och bredvid ligger han Men dom säger ingenting Han är främling i byn Och ingen vet vem han är Han kom från ingenstans Han förför varje dotter, varje änka, varje fru Ingen kvinna kan sig värja, trånar, väntar på sin tur Sen den dagen då han kom, släpptes djävulen så lös Han får varje flickas gunst, han belägrar varje tös Sedan ondskan kom till byn blir den skörd av allt dom sår Med tårar svett och på kvinnorygg bara mindre år för år Varje man mäter sig kraftlös mot hans skönhet och hans makt Kan blott hjälplöst skåda stoltheten som ledes bort till slakt |
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7. | Häxor, maror och vittror | 03:49 | Show lyrics |
Du ser mig ligga i snön Blott ögonblicket från att frysa till döds Så du tar mig hem och framför öppen eld Sätter du blodet i svall Medan du själv tycks förbli lika kall I lustfyllt rus och ovan tomma krus - I kammaren Med grumlig blick ser jag dig i aftonskrud Men ikring dig likt skuggor som fladdrar i mörkret Du är ej själv i mitt sällskap Dina systrar, du och jag Där är en så fager och en så grann Den tredje mörk och hon räcker mig sin hand Jag gräver mig ner i primitivt köttsligt begär Så djupt att ur kommer jag aldrig - Ifall längtan tär För både natt som dag, varje vaken stund Du är min värd som ger mig allt Så länge hungern i dig och dina systrar jag när Så säg mig varför ska jag gå när vintern rasar utanför Ty häxor, maror och vittror gör mig aldrig förnär. |
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8. | Djävulens novis | 02:05 | Show lyrics |
Jag vaknar utsvulten i mörkret Likblek i ett hav av blod Med fingrar prydda med vassa klor Och hjässa krönt med två små svarta horn Säg mig nu... ... Vem har jag blivit? Mitt onda innre har obarmhärtigt format mitt yttre Över blott en natt! |
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9. | Ecclesia Non Novit Sanguinem? | 03:43 | instrumental |
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10. | Interludium I | 01:23 | instrumental |
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11. | The Kindred (Salem 1692) | 06:36 | Show lyrics |
NARRATOR: Evil perished the day Or so they thought when there stood in pale On trial with hands tied to her back All but a child told to be taught of herecy THE ONLOOKER: The demons in cloaks arrive and light the pyres high Whilst hiding behind the doctrine built on scriptures of lies The wicked Kindred watch with pride With the icon of their malice at side None here will regret today As virtue ends up lost in flames THE ELDERS OF THE VILLAGE: So You’ve come here to slay all the witches? On Your mission straight from God To justify Your faith it seems our women at the stakes must die THE ONLOOKER & THE WISE MAN: Tears all mingle with her blood Does fall for the teachings from above With torture meant to drive us all to the shackles of their lies For all are sinners in the eyes of God Until we all belong to the likes of Him (With devine right) To see to it that all nonebelievers die HIGH PRIEST TO HIS LOYAL SUBJECTS: Bring them to their knees For to spread the gospels the best tool is fear of God And all the sins we do create to keep them all at bay And have them pay in blood and finally their beliefs THE INQUISITORS TO THE VILLAGERS: In this year of our Lord, by the grace of our hordes We have come to save You from Your afterlife Though most of You will die, be sure though to abide Salvation lies after a lifetime of submission THE VILLAGERS: Are we to pay in blood and all our wealth For plain intimidation of this hell? When facing all the wealth we here possess This image of Your God seems so much less WITH HINDSIGHT: But we were given no choice. |
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12. | Ritual (Varsel Del I) | 08:18 | Show lyrics |
Tolv varv baklänges kring Jesus hem Och var gång porten jag ser Ett djupt andetag och jag blåser in genom nyckelhålet För att snart få möta min frälsare och Gud Och när jag sista varvet gått En ensam man står och väntar på mig En skepnad i svart med kontraktet i sin hand ... Ett harmlöst jack i fingret Och på kontraktet skriver jag... Tro gifver Jesus Krist blott falsk och blott ett hån Ty ängeln fallen skänker dock lättja till var man Så säg då vad bjuder vår Gud, utom svek? Så besten framför mig kliver tillbaks I mörkret och lämnar blott ingenting kvar Utom känslan av tomhet innuti mitt bröst Han tog väl ej själen min nu när jag äntligen Vaknat upp och sett mig om Och skådar så världen genom nyfödda ögon Jag ser så mycket mer... |
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13. | Gregory IX | 00:56 | instrumental |
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14. | Dark Is the Seraphim | 07:46 | Show lyrics |
Falling by numbers before my very eyes The Kin of the Dragons I’ve slain by birthright And seer grant me courage for I know not the peril That lie ahead down my twisted path ... So rise, oh Lord... ... Grant me strength, to uphold... Thy kingdom to come Thy death be undone Sleep no longer For the land below both King and foe Awaits this final day And though fear roams I do know, I do understand What must be done... Be seated, be afraid for what may come this way For behind these shutters and behind these doors Our story’s about to unfold I gather the will to end my mission With the seven witches tied at the stakes And as the audience is ghasping for air I prepare to revel in the flesh And now the feast is here, as the maidens fair Are cleansed by the flames Preordained As I falter by every word Summoning all but the Lord himself For as the shape reveals as prophesied in the "good book" It all seams somewhat twisted to what I’ve Learned to believe to be the man not the beast I’ve (now) somehow succumbed to without Knowing what made me sacrifice All that’s dead to be by the hand of the Lord ... Oh Lord why have you turned on me? ... Oh Lord you sought me out Behind this curtain of my everyday life And now it seams the only one to die Is me... |
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15. | Honeythorne | 04:31 | instrumental |
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Angelis Deamonae - Wiccan Aftermath
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Marcus Hammarström | Everything |
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Luis Royo | Cover art |
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1. | Chrono Cross (Yasunori Mitsuda cover) | 02:22 | instrumental |
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2. | Iieee (Tori Amos cover) | 03:37 | Show lyrics |
With your E’s And your ease And I do one more Need a lip gloss boost In your america Is it God’s Is it your’s Sweet saliva With your E’s And your ease And I do one more I know we’re dying And there’s no sign of a parachute We scream in catherdrals Why can’t it be beautiful Why does there Gotta be a sacrifice Just say yes You little arsonist You’re so sure you can save Every hair on my chest Just say yes You little arsonist With your E’s And your ease And I do one more Well I know we’re dying And there’s no sign of a parachute In this Chapel Little chapel of love Can’t we get a little grace And some elegance No we scream in cathedrals Why can’t it be beautiful Why does there Gotta be a sacrifice |
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3. | Alien Nation (Scorpions cover) | 05:37 | Show lyrics |
In the heat of the violence The night’s exploding everywhere When hate pulls the trigger The devil comes to take his share In the garden of Eden The time is running out so fast Into heart of the demon With no escape our die is cast In the city of angels Death is just a moment away In the city of angels Your future won’t see the light of the day Beware of the alien nation Beware of the truth that they seek They pray for eternal salvation They pray for your soul to keep On the eve of destruction A reign of terror rules the street When the heads start rolling The devil comes to let it bleed In the city of angels Death is just a moment away In the city of angels Your future won’t see the light of the day Walk on past the alien nation Walk on to the end of your reach No fear of the alien nation No fear of the hatred they preach Don’t run, there’s no place to hide Today or tomorrow it will get you Don’t move, the knife is right at your throat And whatever you do, there’s no way out When the shroud comes down on this place To bury us all alive We’ll know the time has come, to face the heat Beware of the alien nation Beware of the truth that they seek They pray for eternal salvation They pray for your soul to keep Walk on past the alien nation Walk on to the end of your reach They pray for eternal damnation They pray for your soul to keep |
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4. | Under norrskenet (Nordman cover) | 04:08 | Show lyrics |
Norrskenet bleknar p himmelen Skuggorna r p jakt igen sg du en bild frn en annan vrld ljuset fll ner som ett hotfullt svrd Grt du nr hstarna fll i sken skrmda av himmelen som brann sprakande kastades natten ner mitt i din vg d allt frsvann Jag r hr jag r inte rdd i natt det finns snt som skrmmer mig mer Jag r hr Jag ska ta dig hem i natt. Om du blir evig vad hnder d? Nr du sett allt, vart ska du g? Fattar du allt, s blir inget kvar. Frgorna kvvs av alla svar. Skrms du av svrdet som brts itu? Var det en drm s vaknar du. Ekot blev kvar i en frusen skog, men det blev tyst nr vinden dog Jag r hr jag r inte rdd i natt det finns snt som skrmmer mig mer Jag r hr jag ska ta dig hem i natt Kom till mig nu, nu hnder det inget mer. Hotet r strst, frn det som du inte ser. (mellanspel) Jag r hr Jag inte rdd i natt det finns snt som skrmmer mig mer Jag r hr. Jag ska ta dig hem i natt. Jag r hr Jag r inte rdd i natt. Det finns snt som skrmmer mig mer. Jag r hr. Jag ska ta dig hem i natt. |
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5. | At Zanarkand (Nobuo Uematsu cover) | 01:38 | instrumental |
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6. | Jacob’s Ladder (Maurice Jarre cover) | 01:32 | instrumental |
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7. | Spanish Train (Chris deBurgh cover) | 05:33 | Show lyrics |
There’s a Spanish train that runs between Quadalquivir and old Seville And at dead of night the whistle blows And people fear she’s running still... And then they hush their children back to sleep Lock the doors, upstairs they creep For it is said that the souls of the dead Fill that train ten thousand deep!! Well a railwayman lay dying with his people by his side His family were crying, knelt in prayer before he died But above his head just awaiting for the dead Was the Devil with a twinkle in his eye Well God’s not around and look what I’ve found this one’s mine Just then the Lord himself appeared in a blinding flash of light And shouted at the devil Get thee hence to endless night But the Devil just grinned and said I may have sinned But there’s no need to push me around, I got him first so you can do your worst He’s going underground But I think I’ll give you one more chance Said the Devil with a smile So throw away that stupid lance It’s really not your style Joker is the name Poker is the game We’ll play right here on this bed, And then we’ll bet for the biggest stakes yet The souls of the dead And I said Look out, Lord, he’s going to win, The sun is down and the night is riding in, That train is dead on time many souls are on the line Oh Lord, he’s going to win Well the railwayman he cut the cards and he dealt them each a hand of five And for the Lord he was praying hard For that train he’d have to drive... Well the Devil he had three aces and a king And the Lord he was running for a straight He had the queen and the knave and the nine and ten of spades All he needed was the eight And then the Lord he called for one more card But he drew the diamond eight And the Devil said to the son of God I believe you’ve got it straight So deal me one for the time has come To see who’ll be the king of this place But as he spoke from beneath his cloak He slipped another ace Ten thousand souls was the opening bid And it soon went up to fifty-nine But the Lord didn’t see what the Devil did and he said that suits me fine I’ll raise you high to hundred and five And forever put an end to your sins But the Devil let out a mighty shout, My hand wins And I said Lord, oh Lord, you let him win The sun is down and the night is riding in That train is dead on time, many souls are on the line Oh Lord, don’t let him win... Well that Spanish train still runs between Quadalquivir and old Seville And at dead of night the whistle blows And people hear she’s running still And far away in some recess The Lord and the Devil are now playing chess The Devil still cheats and wins more souls And as for the Lord, well, he’s just doing his best And I said Lord, oh Lord, you’ve got to win The Sun is down and the night is riding in That train is still on time Oh my soul is on the line Oh Lord, you’ve got to win |
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8. | The Leader (Chris deBurgh cover) | 02:33 | Show lyrics |
I looked to the North, and I turned to the West, For a sign, a light in the sky, Oh the message is clear, that the time is near, For a leader to come again; A circle of stones on the head of a hill, Tonight is where it will be, In this desolate place, we all stand and wait, For a leader to come again, yes a leader will come again; For it is written, that a leader will be here, And then a vision, left me blinded by the light, And it started right in front of my eyes... |
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9. | The Vision (Chris deBurgh cover) | 02:54 | Show lyrics |
And I saw a burning chariot, And the four horsemen of the apocalypse, Waiting on high, And I heard the thunder rolling in, And behold our leader on a pale horse riding in the sky; And I saw this land a battlefield, With a hundred thousand men, Fighting hand to hand, And I heard the sounds of victory, And the rivers ran red with the blood of our enemies; And I, I saw fire from the sky, I saw fire, and I saw paradise, (paradise,) Fire from the sun, I saw fire, And I saw Alpha and Omega; Fire, I saw fire, And I saw paradise, (paradise,) Fire, I saw fire; |
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10. | What About Me? (Chris deBurgh cover) | 03:52 | Show lyrics |
I am left in the night, trembling with fear, I have seen to the future, and the future is here, Our leader will bring victory, but our land is in flames, And as the final sounds of battle disappear, I had to say - What about me, and you, and the ones that we love, What about me, and you, and the ones that we love, Well what about us? |
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11. | Prisoners of Fate (Yasunori Mitsuda cover) | 01:43 | instrumental |
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Angelis Deamonae - Wiccan Aftermath
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Marcus Hammarström | Everything |
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Luis Royo | Cover art |
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1. | Chrono Cross (Yasunori Mitsuda cover) | 02:22 | instrumental |
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2. | Iieee (Tori Amos cover) | 03:37 | Show lyrics |
With your E’s And your ease And I do one more Need a lip gloss boost In your america Is it God’s Is it your’s Sweet saliva With your E’s And your ease And I do one more I know we’re dying And there’s no sign of a parachute We scream in catherdrals Why can’t it be beautiful Why does there Gotta be a sacrifice Just say yes You little arsonist You’re so sure you can save Every hair on my chest Just say yes You little arsonist With your E’s And your ease And I do one more Well I know we’re dying And there’s no sign of a parachute In this Chapel Little chapel of love Can’t we get a little grace And some elegance No we scream in cathedrals Why can’t it be beautiful Why does there Gotta be a sacrifice |
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3. | Alien Nation (Scorpions cover) | 05:37 | Show lyrics |
In the heat of the violence The night’s exploding everywhere When hate pulls the trigger The devil comes to take his share In the garden of Eden The time is running out so fast Into heart of the demon With no escape our die is cast In the city of angels Death is just a moment away In the city of angels Your future won’t see the light of the day Beware of the alien nation Beware of the truth that they seek They pray for eternal salvation They pray for your soul to keep On the eve of destruction A reign of terror rules the street When the heads start rolling The devil comes to let it bleed In the city of angels Death is just a moment away In the city of angels Your future won’t see the light of the day Walk on past the alien nation Walk on to the end of your reach No fear of the alien nation No fear of the hatred they preach Don’t run, there’s no place to hide Today or tomorrow it will get you Don’t move, the knife is right at your throat And whatever you do, there’s no way out When the shroud comes down on this place To bury us all alive We’ll know the time has come, to face the heat Beware of the alien nation Beware of the truth that they seek They pray for eternal salvation They pray for your soul to keep Walk on past the alien nation Walk on to the end of your reach They pray for eternal damnation They pray for your soul to keep |
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4. | Under norrskenet (Nordman cover) | 04:08 | Show lyrics |
Norrskenet bleknar p himmelen Skuggorna r p jakt igen sg du en bild frn en annan vrld ljuset fll ner som ett hotfullt svrd Grt du nr hstarna fll i sken skrmda av himmelen som brann sprakande kastades natten ner mitt i din vg d allt frsvann Jag r hr jag r inte rdd i natt det finns snt som skrmmer mig mer Jag r hr Jag ska ta dig hem i natt. Om du blir evig vad hnder d? Nr du sett allt, vart ska du g? Fattar du allt, s blir inget kvar. Frgorna kvvs av alla svar. Skrms du av svrdet som brts itu? Var det en drm s vaknar du. Ekot blev kvar i en frusen skog, men det blev tyst nr vinden dog Jag r hr jag r inte rdd i natt det finns snt som skrmmer mig mer Jag r hr jag ska ta dig hem i natt Kom till mig nu, nu hnder det inget mer. Hotet r strst, frn det som du inte ser. (mellanspel) Jag r hr Jag inte rdd i natt det finns snt som skrmmer mig mer Jag r hr. Jag ska ta dig hem i natt. Jag r hr Jag r inte rdd i natt. Det finns snt som skrmmer mig mer. Jag r hr. Jag ska ta dig hem i natt. |
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5. | At Zanarkand (Nobuo Uematsu cover) | 01:38 | instrumental |
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6. | Jacob’s Ladder (Maurice Jarre cover) | 01:32 | instrumental |
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7. | Spanish Train (Chris deBurgh cover) | 05:33 | Show lyrics |
There’s a Spanish train that runs between Quadalquivir and old Seville And at dead of night the whistle blows And people fear she’s running still... And then they hush their children back to sleep Lock the doors, upstairs they creep For it is said that the souls of the dead Fill that train ten thousand deep!! Well a railwayman lay dying with his people by his side His family were crying, knelt in prayer before he died But above his head just awaiting for the dead Was the Devil with a twinkle in his eye Well God’s not around and look what I’ve found this one’s mine Just then the Lord himself appeared in a blinding flash of light And shouted at the devil Get thee hence to endless night But the Devil just grinned and said I may have sinned But there’s no need to push me around, I got him first so you can do your worst He’s going underground But I think I’ll give you one more chance Said the Devil with a smile So throw away that stupid lance It’s really not your style Joker is the name Poker is the game We’ll play right here on this bed, And then we’ll bet for the biggest stakes yet The souls of the dead And I said Look out, Lord, he’s going to win, The sun is down and the night is riding in, That train is dead on time many souls are on the line Oh Lord, he’s going to win Well the railwayman he cut the cards and he dealt them each a hand of five And for the Lord he was praying hard For that train he’d have to drive... Well the Devil he had three aces and a king And the Lord he was running for a straight He had the queen and the knave and the nine and ten of spades All he needed was the eight And then the Lord he called for one more card But he drew the diamond eight And the Devil said to the son of God I believe you’ve got it straight So deal me one for the time has come To see who’ll be the king of this place But as he spoke from beneath his cloak He slipped another ace Ten thousand souls was the opening bid And it soon went up to fifty-nine But the Lord didn’t see what the Devil did and he said that suits me fine I’ll raise you high to hundred and five And forever put an end to your sins But the Devil let out a mighty shout, My hand wins And I said Lord, oh Lord, you let him win The sun is down and the night is riding in That train is dead on time, many souls are on the line Oh Lord, don’t let him win... Well that Spanish train still runs between Quadalquivir and old Seville And at dead of night the whistle blows And people hear she’s running still And far away in some recess The Lord and the Devil are now playing chess The Devil still cheats and wins more souls And as for the Lord, well, he’s just doing his best And I said Lord, oh Lord, you’ve got to win The Sun is down and the night is riding in That train is still on time Oh my soul is on the line Oh Lord, you’ve got to win |
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8. | The Leader (Chris deBurgh cover) | 02:33 | Show lyrics |
I looked to the North, and I turned to the West, For a sign, a light in the sky, Oh the message is clear, that the time is near, For a leader to come again; A circle of stones on the head of a hill, Tonight is where it will be, In this desolate place, we all stand and wait, For a leader to come again, yes a leader will come again; For it is written, that a leader will be here, And then a vision, left me blinded by the light, And it started right in front of my eyes... |
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9. | The Vision (Chris deBurgh cover) | 02:54 | Show lyrics |
And I saw a burning chariot, And the four horsemen of the apocalypse, Waiting on high, And I heard the thunder rolling in, And behold our leader on a pale horse riding in the sky; And I saw this land a battlefield, With a hundred thousand men, Fighting hand to hand, And I heard the sounds of victory, And the rivers ran red with the blood of our enemies; And I, I saw fire from the sky, I saw fire, and I saw paradise, (paradise,) Fire from the sun, I saw fire, And I saw Alpha and Omega; Fire, I saw fire, And I saw paradise, (paradise,) Fire, I saw fire; |
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10. | What About Me? (Chris deBurgh cover) | 03:52 | Show lyrics |
I am left in the night, trembling with fear, I have seen to the future, and the future is here, Our leader will bring victory, but our land is in flames, And as the final sounds of battle disappear, I had to say - What about me, and you, and the ones that we love, What about me, and you, and the ones that we love, Well what about us? |
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11. | Prisoners of Fate (Yasunori Mitsuda cover) | 01:43 | instrumental |
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Regent Sie - Shedevils of Demonlore (Of Blood, Crosses & Biblewars)
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1. | Mortal Man & the King | 09:57 | Show lyrics |
(Lhiannan Sidhe:) “These wooden faces be the sole witness of my vow As I midst clutching fingertips promise that Godfearing Man If dared entered here Will lie! …Lie …Die! Yet more than a meal to dine I need Man’s essence as my concubine Content in a lie will be the King and I” (Narrating:) Upon the lands came great misfortune In the shape of One lesser God and Those days have passed since long it seems Since this One God came forth in form Of a book in hand of a King undone Unless his faith deprived the some Ninehundredthousand acres Their by birth heretic pride And when this doctrine practised Not its’ preach but slew all Infidels to teach of riddles Gospels and of denials Then little choice in store There lie for divinities And all the elder deities But to be exiled - in chains led To woods they vowed to keep From Man to tread Now in this land of Darkened Moors Where the gilded plains meet ghostland shores Did a curse strike Him Who crowned had been One Dark Goddess Had plotted schemes of Own So now the Kings all… Fall asleep Every year as summersolstice draws near Come the hour of midnight so deep In slumbers sting of bittersweet A kiss to last nights of seven And never will a King be free As long as Men in God believe And as the years they pass The Kings all grow obsessed at last (thinking:) Breaching eastern borderlines Will reclaim the honour Of the Royal line At least this is His agenda told To march straight to Hell For the folly of his soul For Gods of Old Them ghostwoods hold By means untold And mortal Man’s bound to here Die And so it all begins With the death of one King Who first repents ‘pon a life well spent Having failed them woods to breach Where the Old deities hide These the last in a heathen line Still William seems content With the years well spent And with all that he leaves his only son …Yes Simeon’s time is now come (William of Kroue:) …my son …my son (Narrating:) And when life spans at best Past a mere moment the rest of ages Seems far too long for to be spent pondering O’er the fate of a son, indeed Left weeping by his bed This son so faithful, still mislead (William of Kroue:) O Simeon Weak be thine heart just as mine And you will learn as I The true worth of the lie If thou only knew what I now know I’m sure thou wouldst be Neither proud nor bold But biding your time in the shadows Knowing too well what hides In patience that resides (Narrating:) But as this King dies His words escape him in flight And as for this Simeon Son of the baptized King Not a single word was heard and thus Yet another page is turned In the poisonous bloodline that burns Veins of a pawned King battling old ways Will remain unbroken And he will come to understand That Mortal Man and the King In flesh thrives best when laid at rest Under heathen bloodred wings Now as nay word can shape Nor breath escape lips turned cold and grey So must Simeon bound by oath begin His journey to rid Man of Sin And with his Good Book Tightly pressed to chest A princely King seeks solace In his foreign Gods crest But this solace comes hard When one’s been dealt this card To all alone shoulder Land and Curse With the sole companion of only his own wit And as the rain falls hard outside And the stone cold quarters where he hides Are cold and damp, ’tis like a prison cell (Simeon Kroue:) “Oh well, this is mine Lot… (…This is mine Lot)” (Narrating:) And so biblical pages turn In the shimmering light Yet all the letters blur They barely show words anymore (Simeon Kroue:) Why to me they reveal nothing In this my hour of need Is unbeknownst to me (…Unbeknownst to me) (Narrating:) Bolted doors in the castle halls And all those marbled faces staring blindly into air Still here one fair shape tiptoes ’tween each pair With grace she carefully makes her way Up stairs slithering winding up to where The boy King now in grief resides Oh now the time is truly ripe! Tis an eerie Royal house Her heart thumps fast and quite aroused This maid does close her eyes and smiles ’Tis true, the men of the cloth Would surely her flesh gladly burn Should they ever of her intentions learn And how them dark arts of them Elder Gods Resides here behind these walls In the heart of one whom this King wards In a heart untainted by the Lord The castle sleeps it truly breathes And she is here to free the beast The smell of his reeking Gospel reading from inside She has to close her eyes... |
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2. | Silfvertounged | 04:40 | Show lyrics |
(Narrating:) Time is ripe, the King’s inside Mildred knocks twice, then enters To a room of golden ventures (Mildred Silfver:) "My King are you there? ’Tis me, thine maid to care For thine needs I will attend Devoted, lovingly - Thine friend... ...Are thou not pleased of what thou seest? Does thou ne’er lust for the kin as fair as me? Oh yes, want what thou seest... And hear my voice Thou willst give in to me" (Narrating:) Leaves of rose in a room of gold ’Pon sheets bloodred the witchcraft’ll soon unfold He tries not to give way to her charms And not to take sweet refuge in her arms But then her velvet dress falls Virginal flesh and those wicked words Meet eye to eye as the maid she lures This gullable boy holding little sway To this this one well perfumed maid Soaked well in the craft of an Elder Breed Appears saved though as her planted seed Of deception grows The trespasser... ...Oh, She knows And she caresses his baptized skin She is an angel come Save them white wings To see her stand there The monarch of the land fears That the wine she pours A poisonous draught be Would he die, should he drink too deep? Still her words speak bliss And her voice is so sweet The King be torn ’tween the good book And what’s on offer this night Pale skin and glowing eyes Alluring silk flickering in dim light Oh this dark witchery The craft used by an Elder Breed Is used here to serve heretic needs Not great in this day of age is this Foreplay in service of bitter chastity The offered wine in silver cup Not much unlike communion (Simeon of Kroue:) "Oh to feel this Be I the first one parched with thirst? Still by servitude she’s mine and I sip once and drink it all up" (Narrating:) ...Dire is the poison kiss And so the very next day the maid returns And the King stays feeble willed And soon the rule of the land seem governed Tweet sheets soiled by his essence spilled And thus the days pass swiftly with little time Spent nurturing else than his hunger for her wine Sublimely unaware summersolstice draws near This King who steers his helm of soul Far from the God he has come to know Finds all the solace he needs in this maid Indeed, as days pass by come summer ripened And seeds sown are but wed and owned And the fable begins where virtue ends Now his bed be made through a maid he wed And the tears shed lessens the pain Now this is the Day of Retribution! |
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3. | Solstice & Sleepwalking | 01:42 | instrumental |
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4. | Demonaria I: Heart of the Devil’s Keep | 05:37 | Show lyrics |
MY BLOOD: The air is so cold And the woods remain black And on that path that split the dark Steps one shape on track Well the King knows not which way to go As he stumbles forth on tender toes (Simeon of Kroue:) Oh to feel so much in the arms of but a mere... ...Dream is mine lot Yet tread this path I have not Though I’ve known This day was to come I ne’er pictured anything here Quite as evil, yet fair Pure in it’s wickedest form Sleep is mine lot Sleep is my everlasting Eternal lot WIT: ’Tis not this dream though That sets my heart pounding But the uneasy chill in the air That is hounding my wit... One is callin me - Beckoning Oh, I cannot see Whose voice I hear much deeper midst them trees In the mist and dark There’s someone lurking, waiting for me... So this is where he who is crowned of my kin yearly goes Through thickets and mist atop roots bent and twisted This is but so intoxicating As I make my way on that path crude and winding So heed me as I walk proud With none here by my side I am trapped within bitter bloodties While still back in the castle I lie! Then the woods clear and the woodwife I see I suppose she is the one calling me here ...Oh yes Will come the Dawn after seven days passed And the sand seems imprisoned In one half of the hourglass Now that crowned am I, I cannot hide Biding my time in the shadows Nor will I hail this Demoness As a just and truthful Queen... ...She ensnares my mind With spells of fair skin hair and flowers Yet I here in the vile regions of my mind Seem but strong enough to resist... This ’Tis not this sight though That sets my heart pounding But the voice I hear speaking in rhymes To ensnare my mind Oh she is truly godly, like none other And her fairness knows no bounds Still ’tis that servant lover Of this year gone by That within seems to hound This wit and mind of mine A trespasser in the ghostwoods am I ’Pon her seat of leaves And roots and branches The wench sits, yearns to dine On that royal line of my blood That ties me to her... SIMEONS MONOLOGUE: "It is truly a grand scheme to which one as I must commit, And ’tis the first time that this entity of the forest I now visit. Though I intend not to perish humbled in her arms And though I mindful must be so that I not entangled become, I seem somewhat compelled to see just what there might lie In store for a new king For one as godfearing as I" |
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5. | Lambmendtations | 07:21 | Show lyrics |
’Neath the fiery red heavens And a breath of mist in the air And further below Lies this One Sister in Sin Enshrouding a boy King Now Simeon be caught In a Woodwomans kiss This fiend so fair In her floral spun hair She who feasts with joy On the baptized Manflesh Of the Royal bloodline Once a year in summertime Oh she ascends to dine... ... With a pair of utter starving eyes! (Lhiannan Sidhe:) "He is mine to keep for as long as he sleeps ’Tis the curse of his kin for swapping doctrine... ...And ne’er has Man been nor will this King E’er to the Sin of me! ...be deaf... And these Rhymes of Old!" "Do succumb to me... ...Little man Fear not my name... Oh see me" (Narrating:) Under darkened twigs - Grasping fingertips Poisonous bloodred lips flutter O’er words barely uttered A manity deformed be To the likes of a manwhore He is hers to keep for as long as he sleeps ...Still Seeng his eyes Looking straight back at her (Lhiannan Sidhe:) (oh why is there) (a veil ’fore this man so frail) (Narrating:) Indeed it is strange And he is really not yielding at all! His cold dead eyes denies this Fallen One (Lhiannan Sidhe:) "SON OF WILLIAM are you immune to sin? And may I not claim thine heart?" (Narrating:) And so to the host Bereft of those toasts in blood It becomes quite clear; Another wench is at play here! (Lhiannan Sidhe:) "What witch could there be Who practices my arts? What foul wench is there who already by witchcraft owns that heart? Thus having had Me! The goddess - the woodwife Plunge into this bitter doubt for that boy ...that King ...That King who by all rights Should have given in to me Yes even if I so would desire Should have been mine to keep But now I can do little else Than release him from sleep Unravished Unspoiled Utterly unhumiliated!" Things were never meant to turn out this way In such utter disgrace What else to fathom is there Once having that stare beheld than that There this day I my share of unfair Rejection was here subject to so dear My retaliation... Is due Paralized, Stigmatized Yet I know it’s not for me I plunge into this heartache And I believe it’s but time for me to leave And to avenge myself (Simeon of Kroue:) "Is this all there is to the curse of Kings?" (Narrating:) And so there’s little else for Demonessa - Dark Goddess who fell To do than to release him to the shell Of his body that awaits him still in his castle Will this be the end of that little splinter That remain - a sole link in a winter Of discontent and broken chains ’Tween her and Man With whom she needs to lay To still her very thirst What is left for her now If not the curse applies here Than reclaim that which is hers Avenge herself And kill that witch at first sight (Lhiannan Sidhe:) She who dares to humiliate me By not letting me breed Instead letting me see Only that which I need not know Here - I will remain the fool... But to leave here... Then there’s only one thing left to do! |
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6. | Sister Fairytale | 02:31 | Show lyrics |
There is told a tale Of Days of Old Of a Demon Queen who bled From a Heart of Gold For a Man but Mortal A man of the Cross Though her kin had been exiled Because Man was now lost When so much dismay now lay ’pon Mans head Perhaps ’twas pity, yes pity ’tis said For how she viewed with eyes of favour upon her foe could be but grasped by none And so she did glance through the Dark twigs of her wooden cell ’pon the meadows outside and a man in Mans Hell For days at an end for months and for years she did spy at this man crying, shedding his tears ...And she invited him in She had every reason as good as any of the Gods to hate Man But to his manlike charms she had already succumbed But a man cannot live where the Old Gods now reigned And a Queen of the old ways as a deity remains in the dark woods as prisoner for the sake of Mans faith She knew forgiveness would not come should she invite him again Still a goddess is a goddess and the craft that she wields can even make mortal an exiled deity And though shunned by her own kin she truly would be she would also be gifted with the blessing to be free And yes the goddess did leave them woods to never again return For the curse of a mortal life is that death one day is earned But only after her sister had stolen by right the three bloodred tears she had shed that same night The tears held that glimmering red immortal life. Like bottled and capped in three crystallike vials And the craft how to cast these forbidden six spells by her sister - the other Queen was stolen as well |
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7. | Demonaria II: Luminouses Gift | 10:25 | Show lyrics |
SPELLS OF SIX AND TEARS OF THREE: (Lhiannan Sidhe:) Spells of six for them tears of three And thee - King of Man Will now know the wrath of me The Dark Queen can steal Just as any wench of your own Apparently did from me Still parted be I from divinity for thine sake to break free! I cast the first spell to rid me of thirst Then I spit out the second, third, forth ...and the fifth And the very last as but a mere hiss... ’Tis a craft shared within my own sisterhood (Lhiannan Sidhe:) (Narrating:) Once I have the last drop of blood wept (With great ease the words fleed her twisted tounge) What might lie for one of my kind indeed (And the rhymes all lured out of her) In wait I swear to avenge my pride (Every drop of the life that never by the passing of time) In shape of mortal - human flesh (Can be but dried now rebirth lie and here...) I will linger not in spells (In shape of mortal human shell) Still as my essence parted from within (Still as her divinity parted from within) I become free to leave (She becomes free to leave...) (Narrating:) To flee these ghostwoods A mere shadow of her sister she’s thus become But wiser still since there’s none To know or see what’s now been done Soon she will know a day to return (Lhiannan Sidhe:) Now that the words have fled my tounge Spoken have been the last spells I have the last notes to the tune sung And felt my life too well, slithering through my veins Escaping as agony pulled the reins The first to the last Spells I in secrecy cast Rolled off my tounge and out my eyes In forms of tears but thrice Their glimmering as testament should suffice (Narrating:) Lo and behold there in the palm of her hand Three in numbers all her own And then the three for her sisterhood (Lhiannan Sidhe:) I will tie them six gems on a string round my neck And I will leave here to find what fate is to bring me And as I one day will return I will know what they told MISSFORTUNE: (Narrating:) Unfathomed by all is this In this a day in the prime of winter As angry snowflakes hurl themselves In a frenzy towards a sinner caught Now shackled in the townsquare By the log pierced with a single arrow Be this winged demon mocked Oh how bitterly mortality feels As the feeble strength of man now For exceeds her very own Having fallen by the hands of a drone These days in short supply comes surely not A fate grinning towards mans evil lot And now assembled are they Men of the cloth, men who pray One priest stands tall midst them all Proclaiming boldly this fallen angel Cast into the cellar and the fiery pits of hell Is to be and to redeem (The Clergy of the Cross:) There can be no doubt to kill this evil We are true if we’re burning her at the stake And therefore with the Lords prayer I say we indeed should revel in this day For know this well - This devils belle Ascent here must be sent to hell And tenfold be but the reward Should this task be performed And to the Lord... ...be sent this the Devils whore In the manner true to our banner Fire burns the sinner And the pit’ll claim with a grin her soul And so it is done Make haste now this one Must ne’er know of things else Than the suffering of her own Hell Bestowed only pain Here in dungeons remain Until we will see fit To ’pon pyre give back The Devil his sick ...Breed! RIBBONS: (Narrating:) As the light grows Dim again that night Mildred now Queen of All Wets fingers and kills the light She quenches one small flame With one hand while within the feebled King She gently feeds the embers of all their sins She is there like a splinter in his mind His sweetest dreams now plagued By vile contempt and hat for his own kin So he shuts the doors to with her sin again And he secludes himself He stores gods book high upon his shelf And the priesthood suddenly seems to be Like from evil spawned And all this he sees Oh its hard how he never knew before And as this King now falls asleep on this night The maid made Queen ascends to go somewhere And to attend someone-else Clothed in ribbons, the need to be For her to the King all that he desires Now she dresses herself And slips out of the room |
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8. | The Harkencraft & the Witch of Marbeled Halls | 07:22 | Show lyrics |
(Narrating:) This maid of the King Walks down them stairs Winding down to those dark damp lairs With him - The King tucked in, sleeping She lifts her skirt, then tiptoes by those Flickering shadows Dancing from her hand held light And there behind them cold black bars Sits One whom she feels drawn towards This Fairy Queen caught By the meadows and brought here... (Mildred of Kroue:) Ohh... She truly is a blessing in disguise (And soon revenge will be mine) (Narrating:) Yet the lack of sympathy within Proves where her loyalty lay With a filthy deity Locked to the damp walls of the lair (it does not) How does one really address Such an enemy anyway? A foe by blood red unknowingly To the femme now entered here To think the demoness, and noone less That but one of her own blood is here She unties her tounge and speaks: (Mildred of Kroue:) "Do not fear welcome my dear" Demonessa here in Hell Who you are I know far to well (Narrating:) The goddess with only weakness left Does raise her head to face her guest (Mildred of Kroue:) Yet a stranger in thine eyes am I And stranger still I can’t see why How One who steals her sisters tears The same path walk after thirty years Yes I am of your own blood And I know by heart what you have done I am but one spawned ’tween worlds Come here to mock with words (...And still my thirst) Each moment passing I do fear Is a loss for retribution here Now that thine grace and divinity Be shunned by those who prayed to thee One could believe thine be the fate ’Pon stake be burned as witch of late Yet I could never let to pass A moment like this to avenge the past But now to satiate your thirst for knowledge And to tell the tale Of a mother nailed ’tween worlds Who gave her every inch To a man who gave back nothing And a theft of tears by her sister Here in my hands shivering in fear But three times two the way I see Half of them belongs to me Though I am in truth of your blood And this the craft is both of ours to wield To offer a truce means nothing to me Now that the true enemy Apparently folds to my every whim (...As I pull his strings) So tell me what’s left to do Than me killing you now? "No I won’t spare you now" And then the day of her fate then came - My mother As the priest revealed his face The true face of a man - My father who one day would take The life of his woodwife When his faith was at stake Before the killing he did bide his time Bitterly pondering pon the worth Of having a wife unchristianized By the back of hand he beat his wife For years before he took her life And all this came to pass for your betrayal For without three tears She could do nothing but stay With her immortal essence kept out of grasp She took me as her adept and I learned All of what I am, (who you are) And what I was supposed to do ...Should I meet you! "Vengeance will be ours By blade our honour must give us justice" My mother married him The mortal man of the cross And I alone was the child she loved ...And then lost For Man is truly dark at heart Ever has it been that Man can grasp Beyond his hate - his poisoned mind Forever to live believing himself benine Man is truly dark at heart Ever to grasp Beyond his hate And for that he pays But now it’s time for you to die too! To appease me And my mother God rest her soul "...I speak the truth This is the hour of no truce!" WHEN GODS OF OLD BE GODS IN KIN THEN GODS IN CHAINS ATONED SOON BE THINE SINS (Narrating:) Thus spake this maid made Queen Her words meant to seal her "lords" fate Redeemed be another wrong doing Now at last made right This time ’tis so by stealing the foes life |
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9. | Demonaria III: Grin | 06:48 | Show lyrics |
MURDER OF KROUES: (Narrating:) Sharpening the axe! (sharpening the axe!) By tounge thrust into Sin A bitter Queen knows the time to Grin Yet time is not ripe Still there’s something not right here And so it begins It begins As she grins The Demonessa Caresses and in a whim Has the Queen to desires given in And urges itch as this mere witch Her prey watch with eyes of hunger Sinking her teeth skin and flesh deep Into this deity It would be bliss... In that cellar damp and cold Where the two merges to one The Demon Queen ascent to hell Awaits the hour to come Then evil runs amok And the blade to slay then finally drops Blood spurts ’pon the dungeons walls Yet the blood is not that of a Fairy Demon fallen By the hand of maid fated to be - the Queen For the tables turned as the first cut failed to reach... ...Flesh... But severed instead chain from swanlike, divine the neck The Queen falls ’pon the floor The Demon arises unchained And though battered sore She never wore such wrath before And so there ’Fore her very eyes It crawls out from beneath that hair Blood warm and black covers gown, lace in the crypt of the lair (Lhiannan Sidhe:) Dear sisters child Do you know not, I am divine And you are but a dying femme demigod at best And whilst I may bewitch and slay mankind by right Your feeble attempts did never me blight Still I do recognize Some worth in the skill of luring me here Stealing the tears - Claiming the throne Keeping the King as your feeble drone Now mark my words - dear sisters child For you my dear, it’ll now come to an end (Narrating:) So Mildred sighs eerily unaware she dies And that her reign in the shadows Is at an end and the borrowed craft Slips back in the claws Of the unfettered Devil Dark Goddess Having King, land and faith Bestowed this kinly foes In so few days - evil ways For a Queen wouldn’t just suffice ’Tis true... (Lhiannan Sidhe:) Three times two the way I see All of them Now belongs to me SEVERED: (Lhiannan Sidhe:) "Now gone be that witch Who was practising my arts That foul wench who truly already By witchcraft owned that heart Thus having had me The Goddess - The woodwife But weak as any man - Any grain of sand And as all the craft borrowed refills me again Like sweet incense then I cannot help But wondering when and if I From the belly of the enemy may flee" VOW OF FEEBLEMAN: (Lhiannan Sidhe:) Still, as I sigh I realize I need a word from mouth of him A vow his kin - Soon to be free If he’ll stay here and not Pursue me I need one word from him though One vow so that I may go No towers were ever too steep When one into bitter mortality’s already made the giant leap I will be free again And never believe that Man will then suffice Not even for one as I For mere pleasure The treasure but plain to see - My Immortality" (Narrating:) From steep stone cold walls Into keep of the appalled boy King Deep asleep, in midst dark curtains, velvet sheets And she slithers inside while soaked in candle light And she crawls up onto him And he opens eyes to see her Grin |
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10. | Soulsearchking | 00:58 | Show lyrics |
(Lhiannan Sidhe:) "King Do not fear me I only ask of you to hear me now I take my leave dear King Free be but both of us By the blood now spilled" |
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11. | Rekindleself | 02:15 | Show lyrics |
(Narrating:) The foul stench of the dying kin Neath grasping fingers, wooden grins Be washed clean again is she Dark mother smothered Come this hour She knows better Now from man To stay unfettered Undeathly spirit enters again Yet she knows not to the hours spent avenge If the King can keep his word Then man will forever rule in His world The One God of the One King Is the One step To the end of All things |
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13. | Demonaria IV: Warring | 07:33 | Show lyrics |
CROSSES AND BIBLEWARS: (Narrating:) ...So Now In the morning sun Men by thousands in armour bright Have spears aligned and have torches lit And on shining steed on high He sits The King of these men reborn into pride Once his wench of a wife had died And archers aim, arrows are lit Retaliation is due Broken vows come true... Then out from the dark she steps From black the woods and evil nest This the behemoth crone To a boy king truly well known Every fired arrow lit Quenched is as they hit The ground and the mist Soaked in divine bliss And the Goddess now immortalized again To all appears like the God she really am And in the eyes of the King of mortal Man She is at last what she ought to have... ...Been from the day they met At summersolstice when he lay ’Neath that demon sage Oh how could he have been so strong? To deny her what then wrongfully By curse to her belonged ’Tis true But a riddle to this king How preferred was a maid ’Fore a demonshape with wings With the maid now murdered Her curse be gone From a King who humbled in her arms And so he hesitates As he once more succumbs to charms Not a limb neath sheet-metal of the king As the procession begins Is by his wit free to do what he bids He may only watch his breed - those his to lead By collar, reins and invisible chains of God She is only one Fair foe, Demon crone, God of old And since she’s only one And the men by numbers in thousands stand Then this day should truly belong to Man BATTLELOST (Instrumental) HELL HATH NO FURY LIKE A WOODWOMAN SCORNED: (Narrating:) Roaring wrath In anger be cast And Man is dying fast The fire tares through them first of lines Be come is a God Be gone is the worth of a lie Dark be this day / When few remain Yields the plains / Does Man now slain Dark be this day (...Dark be this day) Few now remain In thousands Man lay slain! Only Simeon remains under her charms It brings tears to his eyes (tears to his eyes) This the beauty of her at the end of the line And by the clashing of steel Brought to their knees Be the last lines of his breed Thirsting for blood no more The slain piles and the hordes Now mere corpses like clay In stained metal remains See in thousands they lie Only served as fuel for fire And then the silence gives chase To the violence and waste of life And wind sweeps across bloodstained bitter plains And as the ilk of man from these dark barren lands By mist is now swallowed And remain does mere hollowed out Armour of those Who dared to oppose (Lhiannan Sidhe:) "Be gone Be dead now dear King" |
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14. | The True Worth of the Lie | 03:04 | Show lyrics |
(Lhiannan Sidhe:) ...Dear King ...My Simeon Sin Regents of this land Whose forefathers all came As did William, to Me by free will From the very first day That I gave my promise Of a prize so dearly sought for By the likes of those Who toil ’neath yoke of death And given it freely have I to any man Who ventures here into my lands To still my thirst, my desires my lusts This curse is only a chance for trust Each year that trust doth grow and so When all is said and done the regents know That when a church preys Upon all that is weak And has grown too strong For Kings so meak Then ne’er can be told Of the prize that’s given ’Lest he cares to by stake die As heretic - be deemed a sinner He’d rather crawl upon knee Knowing within reach Rebirth lie, everlasting life Once in battle he dies as a King And none is there alive So he plays the part of a noble King While in truth is agenda is only to bring A plot even closer The deception to thieve himself A life of undying kind So from father to son I have tasted them all And they have given me that which I needed and more For the prize of into eternity be reborn Man falls rather swiftly from King to whore "Yes, this my dear is the true worth of the lie A royal bloodline who sells land, faith And their very own flesh for mere prospects of life Unending as that of mine..." This blessing be cloaked in a curse of a king Tis at an end come solstice ne’ermore will your kin Be called upon to share with me the sweetest of sins "(For you see) I now know I loathe mankind" A Goddess of pleasure with this revelation of mine That Mans flesh serves as little else than a meal to dine Has little cause to live much less remain here In a world utterly soaked in denial and fear And since You ilk of Man desire so well To wish for your heaven while living in Your hell And pray to a God from a far foreign land Be granted is now thine wish And left to die be mankind! |
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15. | Regency | 01:51 | instrumental |
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Regent Sie - Shedevils of Demonlore (Of Blood, Crosses & Biblewars)
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Marcus Hammarström | Everything |
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Luis Royo | Cover art |
Marcus Hammarström | Songwriting, Recording, Producer, Lyrics, Mixing, Design, Layout, Photography |
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1. | Mortal Man & the King | 09:57 | Show lyrics |
(Lhiannan Sidhe:) “These wooden faces be the sole witness of my vow As I midst clutching fingertips promise that Godfearing Man If dared entered here Will lie! …Lie …Die! Yet more than a meal to dine I need Man’s essence as my concubine Content in a lie will be the King and I” (Narrating:) Upon the lands came great misfortune In the shape of One lesser God and Those days have passed since long it seems Since this One God came forth in form Of a book in hand of a King undone Unless his faith deprived the some Ninehundredthousand acres Their by birth heretic pride And when this doctrine practised Not its’ preach but slew all Infidels to teach of riddles Gospels and of denials Then little choice in store There lie for divinities And all the elder deities But to be exiled - in chains led To woods they vowed to keep From Man to tread Now in this land of Darkened Moors Where the gilded plains meet ghostland shores Did a curse strike Him Who crowned had been One Dark Goddess Had plotted schemes of Own So now the Kings all… Fall asleep Every year as summersolstice draws near Come the hour of midnight so deep In slumbers sting of bittersweet A kiss to last nights of seven And never will a King be free As long as Men in God believe And as the years they pass The Kings all grow obsessed at last (thinking:) Breaching eastern borderlines Will reclaim the honour Of the Royal line At least this is His agenda told To march straight to Hell For the folly of his soul For Gods of Old Them ghostwoods hold By means untold And mortal Man’s bound to here Die And so it all begins With the death of one King Who first repents ‘pon a life well spent Having failed them woods to breach Where the Old deities hide These the last in a heathen line Still William seems content With the years well spent And with all that he leaves his only son …Yes Simeon’s time is now come (William of Kroue:) …my son …my son (Narrating:) And when life spans at best Past a mere moment the rest of ages Seems far too long for to be spent pondering O’er the fate of a son, indeed Left weeping by his bed This son so faithful, still mislead (William of Kroue:) O Simeon Weak be thine heart just as mine And you will learn as I The true worth of the lie If thou only knew what I now know I’m sure thou wouldst be Neither proud nor bold But biding your time in the shadows Knowing too well what hides In patience that resides (Narrating:) But as this King dies His words escape him in flight And as for this Simeon Son of the baptized King Not a single word was heard and thus Yet another page is turned In the poisonous bloodline that burns Veins of a pawned King battling old ways Will remain unbroken And he will come to understand That Mortal Man and the King In flesh thrives best when laid at rest Under heathen bloodred wings Now as nay word can shape Nor breath escape lips turned cold and grey So must Simeon bound by oath begin His journey to rid Man of Sin And with his Good Book Tightly pressed to chest A princely King seeks solace In his foreign Gods crest But this solace comes hard When one’s been dealt this card To all alone shoulder Land and Curse With the sole companion of only his own wit And as the rain falls hard outside And the stone cold quarters where he hides Are cold and damp, ’tis like a prison cell (Simeon Kroue:) “Oh well, this is mine Lot… (…This is mine Lot)” (Narrating:) And so biblical pages turn In the shimmering light Yet all the letters blur They barely show words anymore (Simeon Kroue:) Why to me they reveal nothing In this my hour of need Is unbeknownst to me (…Unbeknownst to me) (Narrating:) Bolted doors in the castle halls And all those marbled faces staring blindly into air Still here one fair shape tiptoes ’tween each pair With grace she carefully makes her way Up stairs slithering winding up to where The boy King now in grief resides Oh now the time is truly ripe! Tis an eerie Royal house Her heart thumps fast and quite aroused This maid does close her eyes and smiles ’Tis true, the men of the cloth Would surely her flesh gladly burn Should they ever of her intentions learn And how them dark arts of them Elder Gods Resides here behind these walls In the heart of one whom this King wards In a heart untainted by the Lord The castle sleeps it truly breathes And she is here to free the beast The smell of his reeking Gospel reading from inside She has to close her eyes... |
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2. | Silfvertounged | 04:40 | Show lyrics |
(Narrating:) Time is ripe, the King’s inside Mildred knocks twice, then enters To a room of golden ventures (Mildred Silfver:) "My King are you there? ’Tis me, thine maid to care For thine needs I will attend Devoted, lovingly - Thine friend... ...Are thou not pleased of what thou seest? Does thou ne’er lust for the kin as fair as me? Oh yes, want what thou seest... And hear my voice Thou willst give in to me" (Narrating:) Leaves of rose in a room of gold ’Pon sheets bloodred the witchcraft’ll soon unfold He tries not to give way to her charms And not to take sweet refuge in her arms But then her velvet dress falls Virginal flesh and those wicked words Meet eye to eye as the maid she lures This gullable boy holding little sway To this this one well perfumed maid Soaked well in the craft of an Elder Breed Appears saved though as her planted seed Of deception grows The trespasser... ...Oh, She knows And she caresses his baptized skin She is an angel come Save them white wings To see her stand there The monarch of the land fears That the wine she pours A poisonous draught be Would he die, should he drink too deep? Still her words speak bliss And her voice is so sweet The King be torn ’tween the good book And what’s on offer this night Pale skin and glowing eyes Alluring silk flickering in dim light Oh this dark witchery The craft used by an Elder Breed Is used here to serve heretic needs Not great in this day of age is this Foreplay in service of bitter chastity The offered wine in silver cup Not much unlike communion (Simeon of Kroue:) "Oh to feel this Be I the first one parched with thirst? Still by servitude she’s mine and I sip once and drink it all up" (Narrating:) ...Dire is the poison kiss And so the very next day the maid returns And the King stays feeble willed And soon the rule of the land seem governed Tweet sheets soiled by his essence spilled And thus the days pass swiftly with little time Spent nurturing else than his hunger for her wine Sublimely unaware summersolstice draws near This King who steers his helm of soul Far from the God he has come to know Finds all the solace he needs in this maid Indeed, as days pass by come summer ripened And seeds sown are but wed and owned And the fable begins where virtue ends Now his bed be made through a maid he wed And the tears shed lessens the pain Now this is the Day of Retribution! |
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3. | Solstice & Sleepwalking | 01:42 | instrumental |
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4. | Demonaria I: Heart of the Devil’s Keep | 05:37 | Show lyrics |
MY BLOOD: The air is so cold And the woods remain black And on that path that split the dark Steps one shape on track Well the King knows not which way to go As he stumbles forth on tender toes (Simeon of Kroue:) Oh to feel so much in the arms of but a mere... ...Dream is mine lot Yet tread this path I have not Though I’ve known This day was to come I ne’er pictured anything here Quite as evil, yet fair Pure in it’s wickedest form Sleep is mine lot Sleep is my everlasting Eternal lot WIT: ’Tis not this dream though That sets my heart pounding But the uneasy chill in the air That is hounding my wit... One is callin me - Beckoning Oh, I cannot see Whose voice I hear much deeper midst them trees In the mist and dark There’s someone lurking, waiting for me... So this is where he who is crowned of my kin yearly goes Through thickets and mist atop roots bent and twisted This is but so intoxicating As I make my way on that path crude and winding So heed me as I walk proud With none here by my side I am trapped within bitter bloodties While still back in the castle I lie! Then the woods clear and the woodwife I see I suppose she is the one calling me here ...Oh yes Will come the Dawn after seven days passed And the sand seems imprisoned In one half of the hourglass Now that crowned am I, I cannot hide Biding my time in the shadows Nor will I hail this Demoness As a just and truthful Queen... ...She ensnares my mind With spells of fair skin hair and flowers Yet I here in the vile regions of my mind Seem but strong enough to resist... This ’Tis not this sight though That sets my heart pounding But the voice I hear speaking in rhymes To ensnare my mind Oh she is truly godly, like none other And her fairness knows no bounds Still ’tis that servant lover Of this year gone by That within seems to hound This wit and mind of mine A trespasser in the ghostwoods am I ’Pon her seat of leaves And roots and branches The wench sits, yearns to dine On that royal line of my blood That ties me to her... SIMEONS MONOLOGUE: "It is truly a grand scheme to which one as I must commit, And ’tis the first time that this entity of the forest I now visit. Though I intend not to perish humbled in her arms And though I mindful must be so that I not entangled become, I seem somewhat compelled to see just what there might lie In store for a new king For one as godfearing as I" |
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5. | Lambmendtations | 07:21 | Show lyrics |
’Neath the fiery red heavens And a breath of mist in the air And further below Lies this One Sister in Sin Enshrouding a boy King Now Simeon be caught In a Woodwomans kiss This fiend so fair In her floral spun hair She who feasts with joy On the baptized Manflesh Of the Royal bloodline Once a year in summertime Oh she ascends to dine... ... With a pair of utter starving eyes! (Lhiannan Sidhe:) "He is mine to keep for as long as he sleeps ’Tis the curse of his kin for swapping doctrine... ...And ne’er has Man been nor will this King E’er to the Sin of me! ...be deaf... And these Rhymes of Old!" "Do succumb to me... ...Little man Fear not my name... Oh see me" (Narrating:) Under darkened twigs - Grasping fingertips Poisonous bloodred lips flutter O’er words barely uttered A manity deformed be To the likes of a manwhore He is hers to keep for as long as he sleeps ...Still Seeng his eyes Looking straight back at her (Lhiannan Sidhe:) (oh why is there) (a veil ’fore this man so frail) (Narrating:) Indeed it is strange And he is really not yielding at all! His cold dead eyes denies this Fallen One (Lhiannan Sidhe:) "SON OF WILLIAM are you immune to sin? And may I not claim thine heart?" (Narrating:) And so to the host Bereft of those toasts in blood It becomes quite clear; Another wench is at play here! (Lhiannan Sidhe:) "What witch could there be Who practices my arts? What foul wench is there who already by witchcraft owns that heart? Thus having had Me! The goddess - the woodwife Plunge into this bitter doubt for that boy ...that King ...That King who by all rights Should have given in to me Yes even if I so would desire Should have been mine to keep But now I can do little else Than release him from sleep Unravished Unspoiled Utterly unhumiliated!" Things were never meant to turn out this way In such utter disgrace What else to fathom is there Once having that stare beheld than that There this day I my share of unfair Rejection was here subject to so dear My retaliation... Is due Paralized, Stigmatized Yet I know it’s not for me I plunge into this heartache And I believe it’s but time for me to leave And to avenge myself (Simeon of Kroue:) "Is this all there is to the curse of Kings?" (Narrating:) And so there’s little else for Demonessa - Dark Goddess who fell To do than to release him to the shell Of his body that awaits him still in his castle Will this be the end of that little splinter That remain - a sole link in a winter Of discontent and broken chains ’Tween her and Man With whom she needs to lay To still her very thirst What is left for her now If not the curse applies here Than reclaim that which is hers Avenge herself And kill that witch at first sight (Lhiannan Sidhe:) She who dares to humiliate me By not letting me breed Instead letting me see Only that which I need not know Here - I will remain the fool... But to leave here... Then there’s only one thing left to do! |
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6. | Sister Fairytale | 02:31 | Show lyrics |
There is told a tale Of Days of Old Of a Demon Queen who bled From a Heart of Gold For a Man but Mortal A man of the Cross Though her kin had been exiled Because Man was now lost When so much dismay now lay ’pon Mans head Perhaps ’twas pity, yes pity ’tis said For how she viewed with eyes of favour upon her foe could be but grasped by none And so she did glance through the Dark twigs of her wooden cell ’pon the meadows outside and a man in Mans Hell For days at an end for months and for years she did spy at this man crying, shedding his tears ...And she invited him in She had every reason as good as any of the Gods to hate Man But to his manlike charms she had already succumbed But a man cannot live where the Old Gods now reigned And a Queen of the old ways as a deity remains in the dark woods as prisoner for the sake of Mans faith She knew forgiveness would not come should she invite him again Still a goddess is a goddess and the craft that she wields can even make mortal an exiled deity And though shunned by her own kin she truly would be she would also be gifted with the blessing to be free And yes the goddess did leave them woods to never again return For the curse of a mortal life is that death one day is earned But only after her sister had stolen by right the three bloodred tears she had shed that same night The tears held that glimmering red immortal life. Like bottled and capped in three crystallike vials And the craft how to cast these forbidden six spells by her sister - the other Queen was stolen as well |
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7. | Demonaria II: Luminouses Gift | 10:25 | Show lyrics |
SPELLS OF SIX AND TEARS OF THREE: (Lhiannan Sidhe:) Spells of six for them tears of three And thee - King of Man Will now know the wrath of me The Dark Queen can steal Just as any wench of your own Apparently did from me Still parted be I from divinity for thine sake to break free! I cast the first spell to rid me of thirst Then I spit out the second, third, forth ...and the fifth And the very last as but a mere hiss... ’Tis a craft shared within my own sisterhood (Lhiannan Sidhe:) (Narrating:) Once I have the last drop of blood wept (With great ease the words fleed her twisted tounge) What might lie for one of my kind indeed (And the rhymes all lured out of her) In wait I swear to avenge my pride (Every drop of the life that never by the passing of time) In shape of mortal - human flesh (Can be but dried now rebirth lie and here...) I will linger not in spells (In shape of mortal human shell) Still as my essence parted from within (Still as her divinity parted from within) I become free to leave (She becomes free to leave...) (Narrating:) To flee these ghostwoods A mere shadow of her sister she’s thus become But wiser still since there’s none To know or see what’s now been done Soon she will know a day to return (Lhiannan Sidhe:) Now that the words have fled my tounge Spoken have been the last spells I have the last notes to the tune sung And felt my life too well, slithering through my veins Escaping as agony pulled the reins The first to the last Spells I in secrecy cast Rolled off my tounge and out my eyes In forms of tears but thrice Their glimmering as testament should suffice (Narrating:) Lo and behold there in the palm of her hand Three in numbers all her own And then the three for her sisterhood (Lhiannan Sidhe:) I will tie them six gems on a string round my neck And I will leave here to find what fate is to bring me And as I one day will return I will know what they told MISSFORTUNE: (Narrating:) Unfathomed by all is this In this a day in the prime of winter As angry snowflakes hurl themselves In a frenzy towards a sinner caught Now shackled in the townsquare By the log pierced with a single arrow Be this winged demon mocked Oh how bitterly mortality feels As the feeble strength of man now For exceeds her very own Having fallen by the hands of a drone These days in short supply comes surely not A fate grinning towards mans evil lot And now assembled are they Men of the cloth, men who pray One priest stands tall midst them all Proclaiming boldly this fallen angel Cast into the cellar and the fiery pits of hell Is to be and to redeem (The Clergy of the Cross:) There can be no doubt to kill this evil We are true if we’re burning her at the stake And therefore with the Lords prayer I say we indeed should revel in this day For know this well - This devils belle Ascent here must be sent to hell And tenfold be but the reward Should this task be performed And to the Lord... ...be sent this the Devils whore In the manner true to our banner Fire burns the sinner And the pit’ll claim with a grin her soul And so it is done Make haste now this one Must ne’er know of things else Than the suffering of her own Hell Bestowed only pain Here in dungeons remain Until we will see fit To ’pon pyre give back The Devil his sick ...Breed! RIBBONS: (Narrating:) As the light grows Dim again that night Mildred now Queen of All Wets fingers and kills the light She quenches one small flame With one hand while within the feebled King She gently feeds the embers of all their sins She is there like a splinter in his mind His sweetest dreams now plagued By vile contempt and hat for his own kin So he shuts the doors to with her sin again And he secludes himself He stores gods book high upon his shelf And the priesthood suddenly seems to be Like from evil spawned And all this he sees Oh its hard how he never knew before And as this King now falls asleep on this night The maid made Queen ascends to go somewhere And to attend someone-else Clothed in ribbons, the need to be For her to the King all that he desires Now she dresses herself And slips out of the room |
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8. | The Harkencraft & the Witch of Marbeled Halls | 07:22 | Show lyrics |
(Narrating:) This maid of the King Walks down them stairs Winding down to those dark damp lairs With him - The King tucked in, sleeping She lifts her skirt, then tiptoes by those Flickering shadows Dancing from her hand held light And there behind them cold black bars Sits One whom she feels drawn towards This Fairy Queen caught By the meadows and brought here... (Mildred of Kroue:) Ohh... She truly is a blessing in disguise (And soon revenge will be mine) (Narrating:) Yet the lack of sympathy within Proves where her loyalty lay With a filthy deity Locked to the damp walls of the lair (it does not) How does one really address Such an enemy anyway? A foe by blood red unknowingly To the femme now entered here To think the demoness, and noone less That but one of her own blood is here She unties her tounge and speaks: (Mildred of Kroue:) "Do not fear welcome my dear" Demonessa here in Hell Who you are I know far to well (Narrating:) The goddess with only weakness left Does raise her head to face her guest (Mildred of Kroue:) Yet a stranger in thine eyes am I And stranger still I can’t see why How One who steals her sisters tears The same path walk after thirty years Yes I am of your own blood And I know by heart what you have done I am but one spawned ’tween worlds Come here to mock with words (...And still my thirst) Each moment passing I do fear Is a loss for retribution here Now that thine grace and divinity Be shunned by those who prayed to thee One could believe thine be the fate ’Pon stake be burned as witch of late Yet I could never let to pass A moment like this to avenge the past But now to satiate your thirst for knowledge And to tell the tale Of a mother nailed ’tween worlds Who gave her every inch To a man who gave back nothing And a theft of tears by her sister Here in my hands shivering in fear But three times two the way I see Half of them belongs to me Though I am in truth of your blood And this the craft is both of ours to wield To offer a truce means nothing to me Now that the true enemy Apparently folds to my every whim (...As I pull his strings) So tell me what’s left to do Than me killing you now? "No I won’t spare you now" And then the day of her fate then came - My mother As the priest revealed his face The true face of a man - My father who one day would take The life of his woodwife When his faith was at stake Before the killing he did bide his time Bitterly pondering pon the worth Of having a wife unchristianized By the back of hand he beat his wife For years before he took her life And all this came to pass for your betrayal For without three tears She could do nothing but stay With her immortal essence kept out of grasp She took me as her adept and I learned All of what I am, (who you are) And what I was supposed to do ...Should I meet you! "Vengeance will be ours By blade our honour must give us justice" My mother married him The mortal man of the cross And I alone was the child she loved ...And then lost For Man is truly dark at heart Ever has it been that Man can grasp Beyond his hate - his poisoned mind Forever to live believing himself benine Man is truly dark at heart Ever to grasp Beyond his hate And for that he pays But now it’s time for you to die too! To appease me And my mother God rest her soul "...I speak the truth This is the hour of no truce!" WHEN GODS OF OLD BE GODS IN KIN THEN GODS IN CHAINS ATONED SOON BE THINE SINS (Narrating:) Thus spake this maid made Queen Her words meant to seal her "lords" fate Redeemed be another wrong doing Now at last made right This time ’tis so by stealing the foes life |
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9. | Demonaria III: Grin | 06:48 | Show lyrics |
MURDER OF KROUES: (Narrating:) Sharpening the axe! (sharpening the axe!) By tounge thrust into Sin A bitter Queen knows the time to Grin Yet time is not ripe Still there’s something not right here And so it begins It begins As she grins The Demonessa Caresses and in a whim Has the Queen to desires given in And urges itch as this mere witch Her prey watch with eyes of hunger Sinking her teeth skin and flesh deep Into this deity It would be bliss... In that cellar damp and cold Where the two merges to one The Demon Queen ascent to hell Awaits the hour to come Then evil runs amok And the blade to slay then finally drops Blood spurts ’pon the dungeons walls Yet the blood is not that of a Fairy Demon fallen By the hand of maid fated to be - the Queen For the tables turned as the first cut failed to reach... ...Flesh... But severed instead chain from swanlike, divine the neck The Queen falls ’pon the floor The Demon arises unchained And though battered sore She never wore such wrath before And so there ’Fore her very eyes It crawls out from beneath that hair Blood warm and black covers gown, lace in the crypt of the lair (Lhiannan Sidhe:) Dear sisters child Do you know not, I am divine And you are but a dying femme demigod at best And whilst I may bewitch and slay mankind by right Your feeble attempts did never me blight Still I do recognize Some worth in the skill of luring me here Stealing the tears - Claiming the throne Keeping the King as your feeble drone Now mark my words - dear sisters child For you my dear, it’ll now come to an end (Narrating:) So Mildred sighs eerily unaware she dies And that her reign in the shadows Is at an end and the borrowed craft Slips back in the claws Of the unfettered Devil Dark Goddess Having King, land and faith Bestowed this kinly foes In so few days - evil ways For a Queen wouldn’t just suffice ’Tis true... (Lhiannan Sidhe:) Three times two the way I see All of them Now belongs to me SEVERED: (Lhiannan Sidhe:) "Now gone be that witch Who was practising my arts That foul wench who truly already By witchcraft owned that heart Thus having had me The Goddess - The woodwife But weak as any man - Any grain of sand And as all the craft borrowed refills me again Like sweet incense then I cannot help But wondering when and if I From the belly of the enemy may flee" VOW OF FEEBLEMAN: (Lhiannan Sidhe:) Still, as I sigh I realize I need a word from mouth of him A vow his kin - Soon to be free If he’ll stay here and not Pursue me I need one word from him though One vow so that I may go No towers were ever too steep When one into bitter mortality’s already made the giant leap I will be free again And never believe that Man will then suffice Not even for one as I For mere pleasure The treasure but plain to see - My Immortality" (Narrating:) From steep stone cold walls Into keep of the appalled boy King Deep asleep, in midst dark curtains, velvet sheets And she slithers inside while soaked in candle light And she crawls up onto him And he opens eyes to see her Grin |
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10. | Soulsearchking | 00:58 | Show lyrics |
(Lhiannan Sidhe:) "King Do not fear me I only ask of you to hear me now I take my leave dear King Free be but both of us By the blood now spilled" |
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11. | Rekindleself | 02:15 | Show lyrics |
(Narrating:) The foul stench of the dying kin Neath grasping fingers, wooden grins Be washed clean again is she Dark mother smothered Come this hour She knows better Now from man To stay unfettered Undeathly spirit enters again Yet she knows not to the hours spent avenge If the King can keep his word Then man will forever rule in His world The One God of the One King Is the One step To the end of All things |
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13. | Demonaria IV: Warring | 07:33 | Show lyrics |
CROSSES AND BIBLEWARS: (Narrating:) ...So Now In the morning sun Men by thousands in armour bright Have spears aligned and have torches lit And on shining steed on high He sits The King of these men reborn into pride Once his wench of a wife had died And archers aim, arrows are lit Retaliation is due Broken vows come true... Then out from the dark she steps From black the woods and evil nest This the behemoth crone To a boy king truly well known Every fired arrow lit Quenched is as they hit The ground and the mist Soaked in divine bliss And the Goddess now immortalized again To all appears like the God she really am And in the eyes of the King of mortal Man She is at last what she ought to have... ...Been from the day they met At summersolstice when he lay ’Neath that demon sage Oh how could he have been so strong? To deny her what then wrongfully By curse to her belonged ’Tis true But a riddle to this king How preferred was a maid ’Fore a demonshape with wings With the maid now murdered Her curse be gone From a King who humbled in her arms And so he hesitates As he once more succumbs to charms Not a limb neath sheet-metal of the king As the procession begins Is by his wit free to do what he bids He may only watch his breed - those his to lead By collar, reins and invisible chains of God She is only one Fair foe, Demon crone, God of old And since she’s only one And the men by numbers in thousands stand Then this day should truly belong to Man BATTLELOST (Instrumental) HELL HATH NO FURY LIKE A WOODWOMAN SCORNED: (Narrating:) Roaring wrath In anger be cast And Man is dying fast The fire tares through them first of lines Be come is a God Be gone is the worth of a lie Dark be this day / When few remain Yields the plains / Does Man now slain Dark be this day (...Dark be this day) Few now remain In thousands Man lay slain! Only Simeon remains under her charms It brings tears to his eyes (tears to his eyes) This the beauty of her at the end of the line And by the clashing of steel Brought to their knees Be the last lines of his breed Thirsting for blood no more The slain piles and the hordes Now mere corpses like clay In stained metal remains See in thousands they lie Only served as fuel for fire And then the silence gives chase To the violence and waste of life And wind sweeps across bloodstained bitter plains And as the ilk of man from these dark barren lands By mist is now swallowed And remain does mere hollowed out Armour of those Who dared to oppose (Lhiannan Sidhe:) "Be gone Be dead now dear King" |
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14. | The True Worth of the Lie | 03:04 | Show lyrics |
(Lhiannan Sidhe:) ...Dear King ...My Simeon Sin Regents of this land Whose forefathers all came As did William, to Me by free will From the very first day That I gave my promise Of a prize so dearly sought for By the likes of those Who toil ’neath yoke of death And given it freely have I to any man Who ventures here into my lands To still my thirst, my desires my lusts This curse is only a chance for trust Each year that trust doth grow and so When all is said and done the regents know That when a church preys Upon all that is weak And has grown too strong For Kings so meak Then ne’er can be told Of the prize that’s given ’Lest he cares to by stake die As heretic - be deemed a sinner He’d rather crawl upon knee Knowing within reach Rebirth lie, everlasting life Once in battle he dies as a King And none is there alive So he plays the part of a noble King While in truth is agenda is only to bring A plot even closer The deception to thieve himself A life of undying kind So from father to son I have tasted them all And they have given me that which I needed and more For the prize of into eternity be reborn Man falls rather swiftly from King to whore "Yes, this my dear is the true worth of the lie A royal bloodline who sells land, faith And their very own flesh for mere prospects of life Unending as that of mine..." This blessing be cloaked in a curse of a king Tis at an end come solstice ne’ermore will your kin Be called upon to share with me the sweetest of sins "(For you see) I now know I loathe mankind" A Goddess of pleasure with this revelation of mine That Mans flesh serves as little else than a meal to dine Has little cause to live much less remain here In a world utterly soaked in denial and fear And since You ilk of Man desire so well To wish for your heaven while living in Your hell And pray to a God from a far foreign land Be granted is now thine wish And left to die be mankind! |
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15. | Regency | 01:51 | instrumental |
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Regent Sie - Shedevils of Demonlore (Of Blood, Crosses & Biblewars)
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Marcus Hammarström | Everything |
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Luis Royo | Cover art |
Marcus Hammarström | Songwriting, Recording, Producer, Lyrics, Mixing, Design, Layout, Photography |
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1. | Mortal Man & the King | 09:57 | Show lyrics |
(Lhiannan Sidhe:) “These wooden faces be the sole witness of my vow As I midst clutching fingertips promise that Godfearing Man If dared entered here Will lie! …Lie …Die! Yet more than a meal to dine I need Man’s essence as my concubine Content in a lie will be the King and I” (Narrating:) Upon the lands came great misfortune In the shape of One lesser God and Those days have passed since long it seems Since this One God came forth in form Of a book in hand of a King undone Unless his faith deprived the some Ninehundredthousand acres Their by birth heretic pride And when this doctrine practised Not its’ preach but slew all Infidels to teach of riddles Gospels and of denials Then little choice in store There lie for divinities And all the elder deities But to be exiled - in chains led To woods they vowed to keep From Man to tread Now in this land of Darkened Moors Where the gilded plains meet ghostland shores Did a curse strike Him Who crowned had been One Dark Goddess Had plotted schemes of Own So now the Kings all… Fall asleep Every year as summersolstice draws near Come the hour of midnight so deep In slumbers sting of bittersweet A kiss to last nights of seven And never will a King be free As long as Men in God believe And as the years they pass The Kings all grow obsessed at last (thinking:) Breaching eastern borderlines Will reclaim the honour Of the Royal line At least this is His agenda told To march straight to Hell For the folly of his soul For Gods of Old Them ghostwoods hold By means untold And mortal Man’s bound to here Die And so it all begins With the death of one King Who first repents ‘pon a life well spent Having failed them woods to breach Where the Old deities hide These the last in a heathen line Still William seems content With the years well spent And with all that he leaves his only son …Yes Simeon’s time is now come (William of Kroue:) …my son …my son (Narrating:) And when life spans at best Past a mere moment the rest of ages Seems far too long for to be spent pondering O’er the fate of a son, indeed Left weeping by his bed This son so faithful, still mislead (William of Kroue:) O Simeon Weak be thine heart just as mine And you will learn as I The true worth of the lie If thou only knew what I now know I’m sure thou wouldst be Neither proud nor bold But biding your time in the shadows Knowing too well what hides In patience that resides (Narrating:) But as this King dies His words escape him in flight And as for this Simeon Son of the baptized King Not a single word was heard and thus Yet another page is turned In the poisonous bloodline that burns Veins of a pawned King battling old ways Will remain unbroken And he will come to understand That Mortal Man and the King In flesh thrives best when laid at rest Under heathen bloodred wings Now as nay word can shape Nor breath escape lips turned cold and grey So must Simeon bound by oath begin His journey to rid Man of Sin And with his Good Book Tightly pressed to chest A princely King seeks solace In his foreign Gods crest But this solace comes hard When one’s been dealt this card To all alone shoulder Land and Curse With the sole companion of only his own wit And as the rain falls hard outside And the stone cold quarters where he hides Are cold and damp, ’tis like a prison cell (Simeon Kroue:) “Oh well, this is mine Lot… (…This is mine Lot)” (Narrating:) And so biblical pages turn In the shimmering light Yet all the letters blur They barely show words anymore (Simeon Kroue:) Why to me they reveal nothing In this my hour of need Is unbeknownst to me (…Unbeknownst to me) (Narrating:) Bolted doors in the castle halls And all those marbled faces staring blindly into air Still here one fair shape tiptoes ’tween each pair With grace she carefully makes her way Up stairs slithering winding up to where The boy King now in grief resides Oh now the time is truly ripe! Tis an eerie Royal house Her heart thumps fast and quite aroused This maid does close her eyes and smiles ’Tis true, the men of the cloth Would surely her flesh gladly burn Should they ever of her intentions learn And how them dark arts of them Elder Gods Resides here behind these walls In the heart of one whom this King wards In a heart untainted by the Lord The castle sleeps it truly breathes And she is here to free the beast The smell of his reeking Gospel reading from inside She has to close her eyes... |
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2. | Silfvertounged | 04:40 | Show lyrics |
(Narrating:) Time is ripe, the King’s inside Mildred knocks twice, then enters To a room of golden ventures (Mildred Silfver:) "My King are you there? ’Tis me, thine maid to care For thine needs I will attend Devoted, lovingly - Thine friend... ...Are thou not pleased of what thou seest? Does thou ne’er lust for the kin as fair as me? Oh yes, want what thou seest... And hear my voice Thou willst give in to me" (Narrating:) Leaves of rose in a room of gold ’Pon sheets bloodred the witchcraft’ll soon unfold He tries not to give way to her charms And not to take sweet refuge in her arms But then her velvet dress falls Virginal flesh and those wicked words Meet eye to eye as the maid she lures This gullable boy holding little sway To this this one well perfumed maid Soaked well in the craft of an Elder Breed Appears saved though as her planted seed Of deception grows The trespasser... ...Oh, She knows And she caresses his baptized skin She is an angel come Save them white wings To see her stand there The monarch of the land fears That the wine she pours A poisonous draught be Would he die, should he drink too deep? Still her words speak bliss And her voice is so sweet The King be torn ’tween the good book And what’s on offer this night Pale skin and glowing eyes Alluring silk flickering in dim light Oh this dark witchery The craft used by an Elder Breed Is used here to serve heretic needs Not great in this day of age is this Foreplay in service of bitter chastity The offered wine in silver cup Not much unlike communion (Simeon of Kroue:) "Oh to feel this Be I the first one parched with thirst? Still by servitude she’s mine and I sip once and drink it all up" (Narrating:) ...Dire is the poison kiss And so the very next day the maid returns And the King stays feeble willed And soon the rule of the land seem governed Tweet sheets soiled by his essence spilled And thus the days pass swiftly with little time Spent nurturing else than his hunger for her wine Sublimely unaware summersolstice draws near This King who steers his helm of soul Far from the God he has come to know Finds all the solace he needs in this maid Indeed, as days pass by come summer ripened And seeds sown are but wed and owned And the fable begins where virtue ends Now his bed be made through a maid he wed And the tears shed lessens the pain Now this is the Day of Retribution! |
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3. | Solstice & Sleepwalking | 01:42 | instrumental |
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4. | Demonaria I: Heart of the Devil’s Keep | 05:37 | Show lyrics |
MY BLOOD: The air is so cold And the woods remain black And on that path that split the dark Steps one shape on track Well the King knows not which way to go As he stumbles forth on tender toes (Simeon of Kroue:) Oh to feel so much in the arms of but a mere... ...Dream is mine lot Yet tread this path I have not Though I’ve known This day was to come I ne’er pictured anything here Quite as evil, yet fair Pure in it’s wickedest form Sleep is mine lot Sleep is my everlasting Eternal lot WIT: ’Tis not this dream though That sets my heart pounding But the uneasy chill in the air That is hounding my wit... One is callin me - Beckoning Oh, I cannot see Whose voice I hear much deeper midst them trees In the mist and dark There’s someone lurking, waiting for me... So this is where he who is crowned of my kin yearly goes Through thickets and mist atop roots bent and twisted This is but so intoxicating As I make my way on that path crude and winding So heed me as I walk proud With none here by my side I am trapped within bitter bloodties While still back in the castle I lie! Then the woods clear and the woodwife I see I suppose she is the one calling me here ...Oh yes Will come the Dawn after seven days passed And the sand seems imprisoned In one half of the hourglass Now that crowned am I, I cannot hide Biding my time in the shadows Nor will I hail this Demoness As a just and truthful Queen... ...She ensnares my mind With spells of fair skin hair and flowers Yet I here in the vile regions of my mind Seem but strong enough to resist... This ’Tis not this sight though That sets my heart pounding But the voice I hear speaking in rhymes To ensnare my mind Oh she is truly godly, like none other And her fairness knows no bounds Still ’tis that servant lover Of this year gone by That within seems to hound This wit and mind of mine A trespasser in the ghostwoods am I ’Pon her seat of leaves And roots and branches The wench sits, yearns to dine On that royal line of my blood That ties me to her... SIMEONS MONOLOGUE: "It is truly a grand scheme to which one as I must commit, And ’tis the first time that this entity of the forest I now visit. Though I intend not to perish humbled in her arms And though I mindful must be so that I not entangled become, I seem somewhat compelled to see just what there might lie In store for a new king For one as godfearing as I" |
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5. | Lambmendtations | 07:21 | Show lyrics |
’Neath the fiery red heavens And a breath of mist in the air And further below Lies this One Sister in Sin Enshrouding a boy King Now Simeon be caught In a Woodwomans kiss This fiend so fair In her floral spun hair She who feasts with joy On the baptized Manflesh Of the Royal bloodline Once a year in summertime Oh she ascends to dine... ... With a pair of utter starving eyes! (Lhiannan Sidhe:) "He is mine to keep for as long as he sleeps ’Tis the curse of his kin for swapping doctrine... ...And ne’er has Man been nor will this King E’er to the Sin of me! ...be deaf... And these Rhymes of Old!" "Do succumb to me... ...Little man Fear not my name... Oh see me" (Narrating:) Under darkened twigs - Grasping fingertips Poisonous bloodred lips flutter O’er words barely uttered A manity deformed be To the likes of a manwhore He is hers to keep for as long as he sleeps ...Still Seeng his eyes Looking straight back at her (Lhiannan Sidhe:) (oh why is there) (a veil ’fore this man so frail) (Narrating:) Indeed it is strange And he is really not yielding at all! His cold dead eyes denies this Fallen One (Lhiannan Sidhe:) "SON OF WILLIAM are you immune to sin? And may I not claim thine heart?" (Narrating:) And so to the host Bereft of those toasts in blood It becomes quite clear; Another wench is at play here! (Lhiannan Sidhe:) "What witch could there be Who practices my arts? What foul wench is there who already by witchcraft owns that heart? Thus having had Me! The goddess - the woodwife Plunge into this bitter doubt for that boy ...that King ...That King who by all rights Should have given in to me Yes even if I so would desire Should have been mine to keep But now I can do little else Than release him from sleep Unravished Unspoiled Utterly unhumiliated!" Things were never meant to turn out this way In such utter disgrace What else to fathom is there Once having that stare beheld than that There this day I my share of unfair Rejection was here subject to so dear My retaliation... Is due Paralized, Stigmatized Yet I know it’s not for me I plunge into this heartache And I believe it’s but time for me to leave And to avenge myself (Simeon of Kroue:) "Is this all there is to the curse of Kings?" (Narrating:) And so there’s little else for Demonessa - Dark Goddess who fell To do than to release him to the shell Of his body that awaits him still in his castle Will this be the end of that little splinter That remain - a sole link in a winter Of discontent and broken chains ’Tween her and Man With whom she needs to lay To still her very thirst What is left for her now If not the curse applies here Than reclaim that which is hers Avenge herself And kill that witch at first sight (Lhiannan Sidhe:) She who dares to humiliate me By not letting me breed Instead letting me see Only that which I need not know Here - I will remain the fool... But to leave here... Then there’s only one thing left to do! |
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6. | Sister Fairytale | 02:31 | Show lyrics |
There is told a tale Of Days of Old Of a Demon Queen who bled From a Heart of Gold For a Man but Mortal A man of the Cross Though her kin had been exiled Because Man was now lost When so much dismay now lay ’pon Mans head Perhaps ’twas pity, yes pity ’tis said For how she viewed with eyes of favour upon her foe could be but grasped by none And so she did glance through the Dark twigs of her wooden cell ’pon the meadows outside and a man in Mans Hell For days at an end for months and for years she did spy at this man crying, shedding his tears ...And she invited him in She had every reason as good as any of the Gods to hate Man But to his manlike charms she had already succumbed But a man cannot live where the Old Gods now reigned And a Queen of the old ways as a deity remains in the dark woods as prisoner for the sake of Mans faith She knew forgiveness would not come should she invite him again Still a goddess is a goddess and the craft that she wields can even make mortal an exiled deity And though shunned by her own kin she truly would be she would also be gifted with the blessing to be free And yes the goddess did leave them woods to never again return For the curse of a mortal life is that death one day is earned But only after her sister had stolen by right the three bloodred tears she had shed that same night The tears held that glimmering red immortal life. Like bottled and capped in three crystallike vials And the craft how to cast these forbidden six spells by her sister - the other Queen was stolen as well |
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7. | Demonaria II: Luminouses Gift | 10:25 | Show lyrics |
SPELLS OF SIX AND TEARS OF THREE: (Lhiannan Sidhe:) Spells of six for them tears of three And thee - King of Man Will now know the wrath of me The Dark Queen can steal Just as any wench of your own Apparently did from me Still parted be I from divinity for thine sake to break free! I cast the first spell to rid me of thirst Then I spit out the second, third, forth ...and the fifth And the very last as but a mere hiss... ’Tis a craft shared within my own sisterhood (Lhiannan Sidhe:) (Narrating:) Once I have the last drop of blood wept (With great ease the words fleed her twisted tounge) What might lie for one of my kind indeed (And the rhymes all lured out of her) In wait I swear to avenge my pride (Every drop of the life that never by the passing of time) In shape of mortal - human flesh (Can be but dried now rebirth lie and here...) I will linger not in spells (In shape of mortal human shell) Still as my essence parted from within (Still as her divinity parted from within) I become free to leave (She becomes free to leave...) (Narrating:) To flee these ghostwoods A mere shadow of her sister she’s thus become But wiser still since there’s none To know or see what’s now been done Soon she will know a day to return (Lhiannan Sidhe:) Now that the words have fled my tounge Spoken have been the last spells I have the last notes to the tune sung And felt my life too well, slithering through my veins Escaping as agony pulled the reins The first to the last Spells I in secrecy cast Rolled off my tounge and out my eyes In forms of tears but thrice Their glimmering as testament should suffice (Narrating:) Lo and behold there in the palm of her hand Three in numbers all her own And then the three for her sisterhood (Lhiannan Sidhe:) I will tie them six gems on a string round my neck And I will leave here to find what fate is to bring me And as I one day will return I will know what they told MISSFORTUNE: (Narrating:) Unfathomed by all is this In this a day in the prime of winter As angry snowflakes hurl themselves In a frenzy towards a sinner caught Now shackled in the townsquare By the log pierced with a single arrow Be this winged demon mocked Oh how bitterly mortality feels As the feeble strength of man now For exceeds her very own Having fallen by the hands of a drone These days in short supply comes surely not A fate grinning towards mans evil lot And now assembled are they Men of the cloth, men who pray One priest stands tall midst them all Proclaiming boldly this fallen angel Cast into the cellar and the fiery pits of hell Is to be and to redeem (The Clergy of the Cross:) There can be no doubt to kill this evil We are true if we’re burning her at the stake And therefore with the Lords prayer I say we indeed should revel in this day For know this well - This devils belle Ascent here must be sent to hell And tenfold be but the reward Should this task be performed And to the Lord... ...be sent this the Devils whore In the manner true to our banner Fire burns the sinner And the pit’ll claim with a grin her soul And so it is done Make haste now this one Must ne’er know of things else Than the suffering of her own Hell Bestowed only pain Here in dungeons remain Until we will see fit To ’pon pyre give back The Devil his sick ...Breed! RIBBONS: (Narrating:) As the light grows Dim again that night Mildred now Queen of All Wets fingers and kills the light She quenches one small flame With one hand while within the feebled King She gently feeds the embers of all their sins She is there like a splinter in his mind His sweetest dreams now plagued By vile contempt and hat for his own kin So he shuts the doors to with her sin again And he secludes himself He stores gods book high upon his shelf And the priesthood suddenly seems to be Like from evil spawned And all this he sees Oh its hard how he never knew before And as this King now falls asleep on this night The maid made Queen ascends to go somewhere And to attend someone-else Clothed in ribbons, the need to be For her to the King all that he desires Now she dresses herself And slips out of the room |
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8. | The Harkencraft & the Witch of Marbeled Halls | 07:22 | Show lyrics |
(Narrating:) This maid of the King Walks down them stairs Winding down to those dark damp lairs With him - The King tucked in, sleeping She lifts her skirt, then tiptoes by those Flickering shadows Dancing from her hand held light And there behind them cold black bars Sits One whom she feels drawn towards This Fairy Queen caught By the meadows and brought here... (Mildred of Kroue:) Ohh... She truly is a blessing in disguise (And soon revenge will be mine) (Narrating:) Yet the lack of sympathy within Proves where her loyalty lay With a filthy deity Locked to the damp walls of the lair (it does not) How does one really address Such an enemy anyway? A foe by blood red unknowingly To the femme now entered here To think the demoness, and noone less That but one of her own blood is here She unties her tounge and speaks: (Mildred of Kroue:) "Do not fear welcome my dear" Demonessa here in Hell Who you are I know far to well (Narrating:) The goddess with only weakness left Does raise her head to face her guest (Mildred of Kroue:) Yet a stranger in thine eyes am I And stranger still I can’t see why How One who steals her sisters tears The same path walk after thirty years Yes I am of your own blood And I know by heart what you have done I am but one spawned ’tween worlds Come here to mock with words (...And still my thirst) Each moment passing I do fear Is a loss for retribution here Now that thine grace and divinity Be shunned by those who prayed to thee One could believe thine be the fate ’Pon stake be burned as witch of late Yet I could never let to pass A moment like this to avenge the past But now to satiate your thirst for knowledge And to tell the tale Of a mother nailed ’tween worlds Who gave her every inch To a man who gave back nothing And a theft of tears by her sister Here in my hands shivering in fear But three times two the way I see Half of them belongs to me Though I am in truth of your blood And this the craft is both of ours to wield To offer a truce means nothing to me Now that the true enemy Apparently folds to my every whim (...As I pull his strings) So tell me what’s left to do Than me killing you now? "No I won’t spare you now" And then the day of her fate then came - My mother As the priest revealed his face The true face of a man - My father who one day would take The life of his woodwife When his faith was at stake Before the killing he did bide his time Bitterly pondering pon the worth Of having a wife unchristianized By the back of hand he beat his wife For years before he took her life And all this came to pass for your betrayal For without three tears She could do nothing but stay With her immortal essence kept out of grasp She took me as her adept and I learned All of what I am, (who you are) And what I was supposed to do ...Should I meet you! "Vengeance will be ours By blade our honour must give us justice" My mother married him The mortal man of the cross And I alone was the child she loved ...And then lost For Man is truly dark at heart Ever has it been that Man can grasp Beyond his hate - his poisoned mind Forever to live believing himself benine Man is truly dark at heart Ever to grasp Beyond his hate And for that he pays But now it’s time for you to die too! To appease me And my mother God rest her soul "...I speak the truth This is the hour of no truce!" WHEN GODS OF OLD BE GODS IN KIN THEN GODS IN CHAINS ATONED SOON BE THINE SINS (Narrating:) Thus spake this maid made Queen Her words meant to seal her "lords" fate Redeemed be another wrong doing Now at last made right This time ’tis so by stealing the foes life |
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9. | Demonaria III: Grin | 06:48 | Show lyrics |
MURDER OF KROUES: (Narrating:) Sharpening the axe! (sharpening the axe!) By tounge thrust into Sin A bitter Queen knows the time to Grin Yet time is not ripe Still there’s something not right here And so it begins It begins As she grins The Demonessa Caresses and in a whim Has the Queen to desires given in And urges itch as this mere witch Her prey watch with eyes of hunger Sinking her teeth skin and flesh deep Into this deity It would be bliss... In that cellar damp and cold Where the two merges to one The Demon Queen ascent to hell Awaits the hour to come Then evil runs amok And the blade to slay then finally drops Blood spurts ’pon the dungeons walls Yet the blood is not that of a Fairy Demon fallen By the hand of maid fated to be - the Queen For the tables turned as the first cut failed to reach... ...Flesh... But severed instead chain from swanlike, divine the neck The Queen falls ’pon the floor The Demon arises unchained And though battered sore She never wore such wrath before And so there ’Fore her very eyes It crawls out from beneath that hair Blood warm and black covers gown, lace in the crypt of the lair (Lhiannan Sidhe:) Dear sisters child Do you know not, I am divine And you are but a dying femme demigod at best And whilst I may bewitch and slay mankind by right Your feeble attempts did never me blight Still I do recognize Some worth in the skill of luring me here Stealing the tears - Claiming the throne Keeping the King as your feeble drone Now mark my words - dear sisters child For you my dear, it’ll now come to an end (Narrating:) So Mildred sighs eerily unaware she dies And that her reign in the shadows Is at an end and the borrowed craft Slips back in the claws Of the unfettered Devil Dark Goddess Having King, land and faith Bestowed this kinly foes In so few days - evil ways For a Queen wouldn’t just suffice ’Tis true... (Lhiannan Sidhe:) Three times two the way I see All of them Now belongs to me SEVERED: (Lhiannan Sidhe:) "Now gone be that witch Who was practising my arts That foul wench who truly already By witchcraft owned that heart Thus having had me The Goddess - The woodwife But weak as any man - Any grain of sand And as all the craft borrowed refills me again Like sweet incense then I cannot help But wondering when and if I From the belly of the enemy may flee" VOW OF FEEBLEMAN: (Lhiannan Sidhe:) Still, as I sigh I realize I need a word from mouth of him A vow his kin - Soon to be free If he’ll stay here and not Pursue me I need one word from him though One vow so that I may go No towers were ever too steep When one into bitter mortality’s already made the giant leap I will be free again And never believe that Man will then suffice Not even for one as I For mere pleasure The treasure but plain to see - My Immortality" (Narrating:) From steep stone cold walls Into keep of the appalled boy King Deep asleep, in midst dark curtains, velvet sheets And she slithers inside while soaked in candle light And she crawls up onto him And he opens eyes to see her Grin |
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10. | Soulsearchking | 00:58 | Show lyrics |
(Lhiannan Sidhe:) "King Do not fear me I only ask of you to hear me now I take my leave dear King Free be but both of us By the blood now spilled" |
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11. | Rekindleself | 02:15 | Show lyrics |
(Narrating:) The foul stench of the dying kin Neath grasping fingers, wooden grins Be washed clean again is she Dark mother smothered Come this hour She knows better Now from man To stay unfettered Undeathly spirit enters again Yet she knows not to the hours spent avenge If the King can keep his word Then man will forever rule in His world The One God of the One King Is the One step To the end of All things |
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13. | Demonaria IV: Warring | 07:33 | Show lyrics |
CROSSES AND BIBLEWARS: (Narrating:) ...So Now In the morning sun Men by thousands in armour bright Have spears aligned and have torches lit And on shining steed on high He sits The King of these men reborn into pride Once his wench of a wife had died And archers aim, arrows are lit Retaliation is due Broken vows come true... Then out from the dark she steps From black the woods and evil nest This the behemoth crone To a boy king truly well known Every fired arrow lit Quenched is as they hit The ground and the mist Soaked in divine bliss And the Goddess now immortalized again To all appears like the God she really am And in the eyes of the King of mortal Man She is at last what she ought to have... ...Been from the day they met At summersolstice when he lay ’Neath that demon sage Oh how could he have been so strong? To deny her what then wrongfully By curse to her belonged ’Tis true But a riddle to this king How preferred was a maid ’Fore a demonshape with wings With the maid now murdered Her curse be gone From a King who humbled in her arms And so he hesitates As he once more succumbs to charms Not a limb neath sheet-metal of the king As the procession begins Is by his wit free to do what he bids He may only watch his breed - those his to lead By collar, reins and invisible chains of God She is only one Fair foe, Demon crone, God of old And since she’s only one And the men by numbers in thousands stand Then this day should truly belong to Man BATTLELOST (Instrumental) HELL HATH NO FURY LIKE A WOODWOMAN SCORNED: (Narrating:) Roaring wrath In anger be cast And Man is dying fast The fire tares through them first of lines Be come is a God Be gone is the worth of a lie Dark be this day / When few remain Yields the plains / Does Man now slain Dark be this day (...Dark be this day) Few now remain In thousands Man lay slain! Only Simeon remains under her charms It brings tears to his eyes (tears to his eyes) This the beauty of her at the end of the line And by the clashing of steel Brought to their knees Be the last lines of his breed Thirsting for blood no more The slain piles and the hordes Now mere corpses like clay In stained metal remains See in thousands they lie Only served as fuel for fire And then the silence gives chase To the violence and waste of life And wind sweeps across bloodstained bitter plains And as the ilk of man from these dark barren lands By mist is now swallowed And remain does mere hollowed out Armour of those Who dared to oppose (Lhiannan Sidhe:) "Be gone Be dead now dear King" |
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14. | The True Worth of the Lie | 03:04 | Show lyrics |
(Lhiannan Sidhe:) ...Dear King ...My Simeon Sin Regents of this land Whose forefathers all came As did William, to Me by free will From the very first day That I gave my promise Of a prize so dearly sought for By the likes of those Who toil ’neath yoke of death And given it freely have I to any man Who ventures here into my lands To still my thirst, my desires my lusts This curse is only a chance for trust Each year that trust doth grow and so When all is said and done the regents know That when a church preys Upon all that is weak And has grown too strong For Kings so meak Then ne’er can be told Of the prize that’s given ’Lest he cares to by stake die As heretic - be deemed a sinner He’d rather crawl upon knee Knowing within reach Rebirth lie, everlasting life Once in battle he dies as a King And none is there alive So he plays the part of a noble King While in truth is agenda is only to bring A plot even closer The deception to thieve himself A life of undying kind So from father to son I have tasted them all And they have given me that which I needed and more For the prize of into eternity be reborn Man falls rather swiftly from King to whore "Yes, this my dear is the true worth of the lie A royal bloodline who sells land, faith And their very own flesh for mere prospects of life Unending as that of mine..." This blessing be cloaked in a curse of a king Tis at an end come solstice ne’ermore will your kin Be called upon to share with me the sweetest of sins "(For you see) I now know I loathe mankind" A Goddess of pleasure with this revelation of mine That Mans flesh serves as little else than a meal to dine Has little cause to live much less remain here In a world utterly soaked in denial and fear And since You ilk of Man desire so well To wish for your heaven while living in Your hell And pray to a God from a far foreign land Be granted is now thine wish And left to die be mankind! |
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15. | Regency | 01:51 | instrumental |
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Regent Sie - Shedevils of Demonlore (Of Blood, Crosses & Biblewars)
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Marcus Hammarström | Everything |
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Luis Royo | Cover art |
Marcus Hammarström | Songwriting, Recording, Producer, Lyrics, Mixing, Design, Layout, Photography |
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1. | Mortal Man & the King | 09:57 | Show lyrics |
(Lhiannan Sidhe:) “These wooden faces be the sole witness of my vow As I midst clutching fingertips promise that Godfearing Man If dared entered here Will lie! …Lie …Die! Yet more than a meal to dine I need Man’s essence as my concubine Content in a lie will be the King and I” (Narrating:) Upon the lands came great misfortune In the shape of One lesser God and Those days have passed since long it seems Since this One God came forth in form Of a book in hand of a King undone Unless his faith deprived the some Ninehundredthousand acres Their by birth heretic pride And when this doctrine practised Not its’ preach but slew all Infidels to teach of riddles Gospels and of denials Then little choice in store There lie for divinities And all the elder deities But to be exiled - in chains led To woods they vowed to keep From Man to tread Now in this land of Darkened Moors Where the gilded plains meet ghostland shores Did a curse strike Him Who crowned had been One Dark Goddess Had plotted schemes of Own So now the Kings all… Fall asleep Every year as summersolstice draws near Come the hour of midnight so deep In slumbers sting of bittersweet A kiss to last nights of seven And never will a King be free As long as Men in God believe And as the years they pass The Kings all grow obsessed at last (thinking:) Breaching eastern borderlines Will reclaim the honour Of the Royal line At least this is His agenda told To march straight to Hell For the folly of his soul For Gods of Old Them ghostwoods hold By means untold And mortal Man’s bound to here Die And so it all begins With the death of one King Who first repents ‘pon a life well spent Having failed them woods to breach Where the Old deities hide These the last in a heathen line Still William seems content With the years well spent And with all that he leaves his only son …Yes Simeon’s time is now come (William of Kroue:) …my son …my son (Narrating:) And when life spans at best Past a mere moment the rest of ages Seems far too long for to be spent pondering O’er the fate of a son, indeed Left weeping by his bed This son so faithful, still mislead (William of Kroue:) O Simeon Weak be thine heart just as mine And you will learn as I The true worth of the lie If thou only knew what I now know I’m sure thou wouldst be Neither proud nor bold But biding your time in the shadows Knowing too well what hides In patience that resides (Narrating:) But as this King dies His words escape him in flight And as for this Simeon Son of the baptized King Not a single word was heard and thus Yet another page is turned In the poisonous bloodline that burns Veins of a pawned King battling old ways Will remain unbroken And he will come to understand That Mortal Man and the King In flesh thrives best when laid at rest Under heathen bloodred wings Now as nay word can shape Nor breath escape lips turned cold and grey So must Simeon bound by oath begin His journey to rid Man of Sin And with his Good Book Tightly pressed to chest A princely King seeks solace In his foreign Gods crest But this solace comes hard When one’s been dealt this card To all alone shoulder Land and Curse With the sole companion of only his own wit And as the rain falls hard outside And the stone cold quarters where he hides Are cold and damp, ’tis like a prison cell (Simeon Kroue:) “Oh well, this is mine Lot… (…This is mine Lot)” (Narrating:) And so biblical pages turn In the shimmering light Yet all the letters blur They barely show words anymore (Simeon Kroue:) Why to me they reveal nothing In this my hour of need Is unbeknownst to me (…Unbeknownst to me) (Narrating:) Bolted doors in the castle halls And all those marbled faces staring blindly into air Still here one fair shape tiptoes ’tween each pair With grace she carefully makes her way Up stairs slithering winding up to where The boy King now in grief resides Oh now the time is truly ripe! Tis an eerie Royal house Her heart thumps fast and quite aroused This maid does close her eyes and smiles ’Tis true, the men of the cloth Would surely her flesh gladly burn Should they ever of her intentions learn And how them dark arts of them Elder Gods Resides here behind these walls In the heart of one whom this King wards In a heart untainted by the Lord The castle sleeps it truly breathes And she is here to free the beast The smell of his reeking Gospel reading from inside She has to close her eyes... |
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2. | Silfvertounged | 04:40 | Show lyrics |
(Narrating:) Time is ripe, the King’s inside Mildred knocks twice, then enters To a room of golden ventures (Mildred Silfver:) "My King are you there? ’Tis me, thine maid to care For thine needs I will attend Devoted, lovingly - Thine friend... ...Are thou not pleased of what thou seest? Does thou ne’er lust for the kin as fair as me? Oh yes, want what thou seest... And hear my voice Thou willst give in to me" (Narrating:) Leaves of rose in a room of gold ’Pon sheets bloodred the witchcraft’ll soon unfold He tries not to give way to her charms And not to take sweet refuge in her arms But then her velvet dress falls Virginal flesh and those wicked words Meet eye to eye as the maid she lures This gullable boy holding little sway To this this one well perfumed maid Soaked well in the craft of an Elder Breed Appears saved though as her planted seed Of deception grows The trespasser... ...Oh, She knows And she caresses his baptized skin She is an angel come Save them white wings To see her stand there The monarch of the land fears That the wine she pours A poisonous draught be Would he die, should he drink too deep? Still her words speak bliss And her voice is so sweet The King be torn ’tween the good book And what’s on offer this night Pale skin and glowing eyes Alluring silk flickering in dim light Oh this dark witchery The craft used by an Elder Breed Is used here to serve heretic needs Not great in this day of age is this Foreplay in service of bitter chastity The offered wine in silver cup Not much unlike communion (Simeon of Kroue:) "Oh to feel this Be I the first one parched with thirst? Still by servitude she’s mine and I sip once and drink it all up" (Narrating:) ...Dire is the poison kiss And so the very next day the maid returns And the King stays feeble willed And soon the rule of the land seem governed Tweet sheets soiled by his essence spilled And thus the days pass swiftly with little time Spent nurturing else than his hunger for her wine Sublimely unaware summersolstice draws near This King who steers his helm of soul Far from the God he has come to know Finds all the solace he needs in this maid Indeed, as days pass by come summer ripened And seeds sown are but wed and owned And the fable begins where virtue ends Now his bed be made through a maid he wed And the tears shed lessens the pain Now this is the Day of Retribution! |
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3. | Solstice & Sleepwalking | 01:42 | instrumental |
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4. | Demonaria I: Heart of the Devil’s Keep | 05:37 | Show lyrics |
MY BLOOD: The air is so cold And the woods remain black And on that path that split the dark Steps one shape on track Well the King knows not which way to go As he stumbles forth on tender toes (Simeon of Kroue:) Oh to feel so much in the arms of but a mere... ...Dream is mine lot Yet tread this path I have not Though I’ve known This day was to come I ne’er pictured anything here Quite as evil, yet fair Pure in it’s wickedest form Sleep is mine lot Sleep is my everlasting Eternal lot WIT: ’Tis not this dream though That sets my heart pounding But the uneasy chill in the air That is hounding my wit... One is callin me - Beckoning Oh, I cannot see Whose voice I hear much deeper midst them trees In the mist and dark There’s someone lurking, waiting for me... So this is where he who is crowned of my kin yearly goes Through thickets and mist atop roots bent and twisted This is but so intoxicating As I make my way on that path crude and winding So heed me as I walk proud With none here by my side I am trapped within bitter bloodties While still back in the castle I lie! Then the woods clear and the woodwife I see I suppose she is the one calling me here ...Oh yes Will come the Dawn after seven days passed And the sand seems imprisoned In one half of the hourglass Now that crowned am I, I cannot hide Biding my time in the shadows Nor will I hail this Demoness As a just and truthful Queen... ...She ensnares my mind With spells of fair skin hair and flowers Yet I here in the vile regions of my mind Seem but strong enough to resist... This ’Tis not this sight though That sets my heart pounding But the voice I hear speaking in rhymes To ensnare my mind Oh she is truly godly, like none other And her fairness knows no bounds Still ’tis that servant lover Of this year gone by That within seems to hound This wit and mind of mine A trespasser in the ghostwoods am I ’Pon her seat of leaves And roots and branches The wench sits, yearns to dine On that royal line of my blood That ties me to her... SIMEONS MONOLOGUE: "It is truly a grand scheme to which one as I must commit, And ’tis the first time that this entity of the forest I now visit. Though I intend not to perish humbled in her arms And though I mindful must be so that I not entangled become, I seem somewhat compelled to see just what there might lie In store for a new king For one as godfearing as I" |
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5. | Lambmendtations | 07:21 | Show lyrics |
’Neath the fiery red heavens And a breath of mist in the air And further below Lies this One Sister in Sin Enshrouding a boy King Now Simeon be caught In a Woodwomans kiss This fiend so fair In her floral spun hair She who feasts with joy On the baptized Manflesh Of the Royal bloodline Once a year in summertime Oh she ascends to dine... ... With a pair of utter starving eyes! (Lhiannan Sidhe:) "He is mine to keep for as long as he sleeps ’Tis the curse of his kin for swapping doctrine... ...And ne’er has Man been nor will this King E’er to the Sin of me! ...be deaf... And these Rhymes of Old!" "Do succumb to me... ...Little man Fear not my name... Oh see me" (Narrating:) Under darkened twigs - Grasping fingertips Poisonous bloodred lips flutter O’er words barely uttered A manity deformed be To the likes of a manwhore He is hers to keep for as long as he sleeps ...Still Seeng his eyes Looking straight back at her (Lhiannan Sidhe:) (oh why is there) (a veil ’fore this man so frail) (Narrating:) Indeed it is strange And he is really not yielding at all! His cold dead eyes denies this Fallen One (Lhiannan Sidhe:) "SON OF WILLIAM are you immune to sin? And may I not claim thine heart?" (Narrating:) And so to the host Bereft of those toasts in blood It becomes quite clear; Another wench is at play here! (Lhiannan Sidhe:) "What witch could there be Who practices my arts? What foul wench is there who already by witchcraft owns that heart? Thus having had Me! The goddess - the woodwife Plunge into this bitter doubt for that boy ...that King ...That King who by all rights Should have given in to me Yes even if I so would desire Should have been mine to keep But now I can do little else Than release him from sleep Unravished Unspoiled Utterly unhumiliated!" Things were never meant to turn out this way In such utter disgrace What else to fathom is there Once having that stare beheld than that There this day I my share of unfair Rejection was here subject to so dear My retaliation... Is due Paralized, Stigmatized Yet I know it’s not for me I plunge into this heartache And I believe it’s but time for me to leave And to avenge myself (Simeon of Kroue:) "Is this all there is to the curse of Kings?" (Narrating:) And so there’s little else for Demonessa - Dark Goddess who fell To do than to release him to the shell Of his body that awaits him still in his castle Will this be the end of that little splinter That remain - a sole link in a winter Of discontent and broken chains ’Tween her and Man With whom she needs to lay To still her very thirst What is left for her now If not the curse applies here Than reclaim that which is hers Avenge herself And kill that witch at first sight (Lhiannan Sidhe:) She who dares to humiliate me By not letting me breed Instead letting me see Only that which I need not know Here - I will remain the fool... But to leave here... Then there’s only one thing left to do! |
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6. | Sister Fairytale | 02:31 | Show lyrics |
There is told a tale Of Days of Old Of a Demon Queen who bled From a Heart of Gold For a Man but Mortal A man of the Cross Though her kin had been exiled Because Man was now lost When so much dismay now lay ’pon Mans head Perhaps ’twas pity, yes pity ’tis said For how she viewed with eyes of favour upon her foe could be but grasped by none And so she did glance through the Dark twigs of her wooden cell ’pon the meadows outside and a man in Mans Hell For days at an end for months and for years she did spy at this man crying, shedding his tears ...And she invited him in She had every reason as good as any of the Gods to hate Man But to his manlike charms she had already succumbed But a man cannot live where the Old Gods now reigned And a Queen of the old ways as a deity remains in the dark woods as prisoner for the sake of Mans faith She knew forgiveness would not come should she invite him again Still a goddess is a goddess and the craft that she wields can even make mortal an exiled deity And though shunned by her own kin she truly would be she would also be gifted with the blessing to be free And yes the goddess did leave them woods to never again return For the curse of a mortal life is that death one day is earned But only after her sister had stolen by right the three bloodred tears she had shed that same night The tears held that glimmering red immortal life. Like bottled and capped in three crystallike vials And the craft how to cast these forbidden six spells by her sister - the other Queen was stolen as well |
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7. | Demonaria II: Luminouses Gift | 10:25 | Show lyrics |
SPELLS OF SIX AND TEARS OF THREE: (Lhiannan Sidhe:) Spells of six for them tears of three And thee - King of Man Will now know the wrath of me The Dark Queen can steal Just as any wench of your own Apparently did from me Still parted be I from divinity for thine sake to break free! I cast the first spell to rid me of thirst Then I spit out the second, third, forth ...and the fifth And the very last as but a mere hiss... ’Tis a craft shared within my own sisterhood (Lhiannan Sidhe:) (Narrating:) Once I have the last drop of blood wept (With great ease the words fleed her twisted tounge) What might lie for one of my kind indeed (And the rhymes all lured out of her) In wait I swear to avenge my pride (Every drop of the life that never by the passing of time) In shape of mortal - human flesh (Can be but dried now rebirth lie and here...) I will linger not in spells (In shape of mortal human shell) Still as my essence parted from within (Still as her divinity parted from within) I become free to leave (She becomes free to leave...) (Narrating:) To flee these ghostwoods A mere shadow of her sister she’s thus become But wiser still since there’s none To know or see what’s now been done Soon she will know a day to return (Lhiannan Sidhe:) Now that the words have fled my tounge Spoken have been the last spells I have the last notes to the tune sung And felt my life too well, slithering through my veins Escaping as agony pulled the reins The first to the last Spells I in secrecy cast Rolled off my tounge and out my eyes In forms of tears but thrice Their glimmering as testament should suffice (Narrating:) Lo and behold there in the palm of her hand Three in numbers all her own And then the three for her sisterhood (Lhiannan Sidhe:) I will tie them six gems on a string round my neck And I will leave here to find what fate is to bring me And as I one day will return I will know what they told MISSFORTUNE: (Narrating:) Unfathomed by all is this In this a day in the prime of winter As angry snowflakes hurl themselves In a frenzy towards a sinner caught Now shackled in the townsquare By the log pierced with a single arrow Be this winged demon mocked Oh how bitterly mortality feels As the feeble strength of man now For exceeds her very own Having fallen by the hands of a drone These days in short supply comes surely not A fate grinning towards mans evil lot And now assembled are they Men of the cloth, men who pray One priest stands tall midst them all Proclaiming boldly this fallen angel Cast into the cellar and the fiery pits of hell Is to be and to redeem (The Clergy of the Cross:) There can be no doubt to kill this evil We are true if we’re burning her at the stake And therefore with the Lords prayer I say we indeed should revel in this day For know this well - This devils belle Ascent here must be sent to hell And tenfold be but the reward Should this task be performed And to the Lord... ...be sent this the Devils whore In the manner true to our banner Fire burns the sinner And the pit’ll claim with a grin her soul And so it is done Make haste now this one Must ne’er know of things else Than the suffering of her own Hell Bestowed only pain Here in dungeons remain Until we will see fit To ’pon pyre give back The Devil his sick ...Breed! RIBBONS: (Narrating:) As the light grows Dim again that night Mildred now Queen of All Wets fingers and kills the light She quenches one small flame With one hand while within the feebled King She gently feeds the embers of all their sins She is there like a splinter in his mind His sweetest dreams now plagued By vile contempt and hat for his own kin So he shuts the doors to with her sin again And he secludes himself He stores gods book high upon his shelf And the priesthood suddenly seems to be Like from evil spawned And all this he sees Oh its hard how he never knew before And as this King now falls asleep on this night The maid made Queen ascends to go somewhere And to attend someone-else Clothed in ribbons, the need to be For her to the King all that he desires Now she dresses herself And slips out of the room |
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8. | The Harkencraft & the Witch of Marbeled Halls | 07:22 | Show lyrics |
(Narrating:) This maid of the King Walks down them stairs Winding down to those dark damp lairs With him - The King tucked in, sleeping She lifts her skirt, then tiptoes by those Flickering shadows Dancing from her hand held light And there behind them cold black bars Sits One whom she feels drawn towards This Fairy Queen caught By the meadows and brought here... (Mildred of Kroue:) Ohh... She truly is a blessing in disguise (And soon revenge will be mine) (Narrating:) Yet the lack of sympathy within Proves where her loyalty lay With a filthy deity Locked to the damp walls of the lair (it does not) How does one really address Such an enemy anyway? A foe by blood red unknowingly To the femme now entered here To think the demoness, and noone less That but one of her own blood is here She unties her tounge and speaks: (Mildred of Kroue:) "Do not fear welcome my dear" Demonessa here in Hell Who you are I know far to well (Narrating:) The goddess with only weakness left Does raise her head to face her guest (Mildred of Kroue:) Yet a stranger in thine eyes am I And stranger still I can’t see why How One who steals her sisters tears The same path walk after thirty years Yes I am of your own blood And I know by heart what you have done I am but one spawned ’tween worlds Come here to mock with words (...And still my thirst) Each moment passing I do fear Is a loss for retribution here Now that thine grace and divinity Be shunned by those who prayed to thee One could believe thine be the fate ’Pon stake be burned as witch of late Yet I could never let to pass A moment like this to avenge the past But now to satiate your thirst for knowledge And to tell the tale Of a mother nailed ’tween worlds Who gave her every inch To a man who gave back nothing And a theft of tears by her sister Here in my hands shivering in fear But three times two the way I see Half of them belongs to me Though I am in truth of your blood And this the craft is both of ours to wield To offer a truce means nothing to me Now that the true enemy Apparently folds to my every whim (...As I pull his strings) So tell me what’s left to do Than me killing you now? "No I won’t spare you now" And then the day of her fate then came - My mother As the priest revealed his face The true face of a man - My father who one day would take The life of his woodwife When his faith was at stake Before the killing he did bide his time Bitterly pondering pon the worth Of having a wife unchristianized By the back of hand he beat his wife For years before he took her life And all this came to pass for your betrayal For without three tears She could do nothing but stay With her immortal essence kept out of grasp She took me as her adept and I learned All of what I am, (who you are) And what I was supposed to do ...Should I meet you! "Vengeance will be ours By blade our honour must give us justice" My mother married him The mortal man of the cross And I alone was the child she loved ...And then lost For Man is truly dark at heart Ever has it been that Man can grasp Beyond his hate - his poisoned mind Forever to live believing himself benine Man is truly dark at heart Ever to grasp Beyond his hate And for that he pays But now it’s time for you to die too! To appease me And my mother God rest her soul "...I speak the truth This is the hour of no truce!" WHEN GODS OF OLD BE GODS IN KIN THEN GODS IN CHAINS ATONED SOON BE THINE SINS (Narrating:) Thus spake this maid made Queen Her words meant to seal her "lords" fate Redeemed be another wrong doing Now at last made right This time ’tis so by stealing the foes life |
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9. | Demonaria III: Grin | 06:48 | Show lyrics |
MURDER OF KROUES: (Narrating:) Sharpening the axe! (sharpening the axe!) By tounge thrust into Sin A bitter Queen knows the time to Grin Yet time is not ripe Still there’s something not right here And so it begins It begins As she grins The Demonessa Caresses and in a whim Has the Queen to desires given in And urges itch as this mere witch Her prey watch with eyes of hunger Sinking her teeth skin and flesh deep Into this deity It would be bliss... In that cellar damp and cold Where the two merges to one The Demon Queen ascent to hell Awaits the hour to come Then evil runs amok And the blade to slay then finally drops Blood spurts ’pon the dungeons walls Yet the blood is not that of a Fairy Demon fallen By the hand of maid fated to be - the Queen For the tables turned as the first cut failed to reach... ...Flesh... But severed instead chain from swanlike, divine the neck The Queen falls ’pon the floor The Demon arises unchained And though battered sore She never wore such wrath before And so there ’Fore her very eyes It crawls out from beneath that hair Blood warm and black covers gown, lace in the crypt of the lair (Lhiannan Sidhe:) Dear sisters child Do you know not, I am divine And you are but a dying femme demigod at best And whilst I may bewitch and slay mankind by right Your feeble attempts did never me blight Still I do recognize Some worth in the skill of luring me here Stealing the tears - Claiming the throne Keeping the King as your feeble drone Now mark my words - dear sisters child For you my dear, it’ll now come to an end (Narrating:) So Mildred sighs eerily unaware she dies And that her reign in the shadows Is at an end and the borrowed craft Slips back in the claws Of the unfettered Devil Dark Goddess Having King, land and faith Bestowed this kinly foes In so few days - evil ways For a Queen wouldn’t just suffice ’Tis true... (Lhiannan Sidhe:) Three times two the way I see All of them Now belongs to me SEVERED: (Lhiannan Sidhe:) "Now gone be that witch Who was practising my arts That foul wench who truly already By witchcraft owned that heart Thus having had me The Goddess - The woodwife But weak as any man - Any grain of sand And as all the craft borrowed refills me again Like sweet incense then I cannot help But wondering when and if I From the belly of the enemy may flee" VOW OF FEEBLEMAN: (Lhiannan Sidhe:) Still, as I sigh I realize I need a word from mouth of him A vow his kin - Soon to be free If he’ll stay here and not Pursue me I need one word from him though One vow so that I may go No towers were ever too steep When one into bitter mortality’s already made the giant leap I will be free again And never believe that Man will then suffice Not even for one as I For mere pleasure The treasure but plain to see - My Immortality" (Narrating:) From steep stone cold walls Into keep of the appalled boy King Deep asleep, in midst dark curtains, velvet sheets And she slithers inside while soaked in candle light And she crawls up onto him And he opens eyes to see her Grin |
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10. | Soulsearchking | 00:58 | Show lyrics |
(Lhiannan Sidhe:) "King Do not fear me I only ask of you to hear me now I take my leave dear King Free be but both of us By the blood now spilled" |
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11. | Rekindleself | 02:15 | Show lyrics |
(Narrating:) The foul stench of the dying kin Neath grasping fingers, wooden grins Be washed clean again is she Dark mother smothered Come this hour She knows better Now from man To stay unfettered Undeathly spirit enters again Yet she knows not to the hours spent avenge If the King can keep his word Then man will forever rule in His world The One God of the One King Is the One step To the end of All things |
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13. | Demonaria IV: Warring | 07:33 | Show lyrics |
CROSSES AND BIBLEWARS: (Narrating:) ...So Now In the morning sun Men by thousands in armour bright Have spears aligned and have torches lit And on shining steed on high He sits The King of these men reborn into pride Once his wench of a wife had died And archers aim, arrows are lit Retaliation is due Broken vows come true... Then out from the dark she steps From black the woods and evil nest This the behemoth crone To a boy king truly well known Every fired arrow lit Quenched is as they hit The ground and the mist Soaked in divine bliss And the Goddess now immortalized again To all appears like the God she really am And in the eyes of the King of mortal Man She is at last what she ought to have... ...Been from the day they met At summersolstice when he lay ’Neath that demon sage Oh how could he have been so strong? To deny her what then wrongfully By curse to her belonged ’Tis true But a riddle to this king How preferred was a maid ’Fore a demonshape with wings With the maid now murdered Her curse be gone From a King who humbled in her arms And so he hesitates As he once more succumbs to charms Not a limb neath sheet-metal of the king As the procession begins Is by his wit free to do what he bids He may only watch his breed - those his to lead By collar, reins and invisible chains of God She is only one Fair foe, Demon crone, God of old And since she’s only one And the men by numbers in thousands stand Then this day should truly belong to Man BATTLELOST (Instrumental) HELL HATH NO FURY LIKE A WOODWOMAN SCORNED: (Narrating:) Roaring wrath In anger be cast And Man is dying fast The fire tares through them first of lines Be come is a God Be gone is the worth of a lie Dark be this day / When few remain Yields the plains / Does Man now slain Dark be this day (...Dark be this day) Few now remain In thousands Man lay slain! Only Simeon remains under her charms It brings tears to his eyes (tears to his eyes) This the beauty of her at the end of the line And by the clashing of steel Brought to their knees Be the last lines of his breed Thirsting for blood no more The slain piles and the hordes Now mere corpses like clay In stained metal remains See in thousands they lie Only served as fuel for fire And then the silence gives chase To the violence and waste of life And wind sweeps across bloodstained bitter plains And as the ilk of man from these dark barren lands By mist is now swallowed And remain does mere hollowed out Armour of those Who dared to oppose (Lhiannan Sidhe:) "Be gone Be dead now dear King" |
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14. | The True Worth of the Lie | 03:04 | Show lyrics |
(Lhiannan Sidhe:) ...Dear King ...My Simeon Sin Regents of this land Whose forefathers all came As did William, to Me by free will From the very first day That I gave my promise Of a prize so dearly sought for By the likes of those Who toil ’neath yoke of death And given it freely have I to any man Who ventures here into my lands To still my thirst, my desires my lusts This curse is only a chance for trust Each year that trust doth grow and so When all is said and done the regents know That when a church preys Upon all that is weak And has grown too strong For Kings so meak Then ne’er can be told Of the prize that’s given ’Lest he cares to by stake die As heretic - be deemed a sinner He’d rather crawl upon knee Knowing within reach Rebirth lie, everlasting life Once in battle he dies as a King And none is there alive So he plays the part of a noble King While in truth is agenda is only to bring A plot even closer The deception to thieve himself A life of undying kind So from father to son I have tasted them all And they have given me that which I needed and more For the prize of into eternity be reborn Man falls rather swiftly from King to whore "Yes, this my dear is the true worth of the lie A royal bloodline who sells land, faith And their very own flesh for mere prospects of life Unending as that of mine..." This blessing be cloaked in a curse of a king Tis at an end come solstice ne’ermore will your kin Be called upon to share with me the sweetest of sins "(For you see) I now know I loathe mankind" A Goddess of pleasure with this revelation of mine That Mans flesh serves as little else than a meal to dine Has little cause to live much less remain here In a world utterly soaked in denial and fear And since You ilk of Man desire so well To wish for your heaven while living in Your hell And pray to a God from a far foreign land Be granted is now thine wish And left to die be mankind! |
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