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Ferula Communis
05:39
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Hear me, sole empyrean
Hear me and stay thy hand;
Let us remain in the darkest of chambers,
Let us remain in the dark of the land.
Hear me, descendant of Gaia,
Hear me and stay thy hand;
Seize thee not the cold gift of fire;
Let us remain in the dark of the land.
At the advent of a modern age,
I saw the will of man crumble to dust.
Piety raped at the hands of progress,
The nature of man was lost.
A son of the gods did err,
At the theft of great fire.
Ergo the sum of man,
Shall burn in a grandiose pyre.
Hear me, sole empyrean
Hear me and stay thy hand;
Let us remain in the darkest of chambers,
Let us remain in the dark of the land.
Hear me, descendant of Gaia,
Hear me and stay thy hand;
Seize thee not the cold gift of fire;
Let us remain in the dark of the land.
We ascend to a distant region,
Between the earth and sun.
A Scythian wilderness,
Where the gods are none.
The ash of a thousand men,
Forms the beak of the eagle.
Slowly it penetrates;
His exposed and bleeding liver.
Power and Force,
Thy deed be done.
The thief is shackled,
Forever bound.
His thoughts were aiming high,
Against his will and mine.
Sacrifice for mankind,
Signaled "The end is nigh."
The harness is tightening,
Sinking itself into his flesh;
The Titan begins to wither,
At the hands of those he saved.
Burnt at the brightest sun,
The thief, he trembles.
His wound freshly opened,
At dawn reassembles.
Prometheus descending,
A grand degradation of power.
Pramantha is taken,
As mankind slowly cowers.
Take from this offspring,
Of earth, flesh and blood,
The grand luxury of fire,
And the presence of great warmth.
Hear me, sole empyrean
Hear me and stay thy hand;
Seize thee not the cold gift of fire;
Let us remain in the dark of the land.
Hear me, descendant of Gaia;
Hear me and stay thy hand;
Spread thee not thy Promethean flame;
Let us remain in the dark of the land.
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A Great Hail Of Fire
05:13
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A great hail of fire,
limbs torn apart,
Now sown together,
to create a morbid art.
A sculpture of flesh,
with wounds drawn upon
A dark, bleeding heart,
faces now toward the sun.
The lord of the river awakes;
Now, light decays.
I bring death of desire,
I turn bone to dust.
My name yet arcane,
Upon the tongue of man is lost.
I transcend the flesh,
I transcend the stars,
To seek from your pain,
And conjure all the meaning lost.
I gnaw upon the past,
I shun the present times.
I seek to destroy,
The days ahead and yet to come.
They carve upon my chest,
A script from times of old.
It reads: "We attempt
To end the day and cease the dawn."
Lead to the pyre,
Changes and fire,
Sand upon the sea.
Death of desire,
Elevate higher,
Sworn in ecstasy.
Lord of the river,
Sings a fever,
Cleansing of the flesh.
Evaporation,
Of recession,
Towards the burning end.
From the clash of the heart,
Is born a spark.
And of the spark,
Is born my art.
The bark is peeled,
The wound now healed.
Slowly now,
Blessed are the dead.
Slowly now,
Fortunate the sick.
Slowly now,
I implant the dread,
Slowly now,
I achieve my end.
"Cripple me - blind my eyes.
Take me high - above the skies.
Cripple me - grant me zest.
Hold me high - above the rest."
I bring death of desire,
I turn bone to dust.
My name yet arcane,
Upon the tongue of man is lost.
I transcend the flesh,
I transcend the stars,
To seek from your pain,
And conjure all the meaning lost.
I gnaw upon the past,
I shun the present times.
I seek to destroy,
The days ahead and yet to come.
They carve upon my chest,
A script from times of old.
It reads: "We attempt
To end the day and cease the dawn."
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3. |
Hymn To Qahroba
04:59
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Hark!
To the crimson core
from whence you came,
Hark!
To the cold breath of fire.
Hark!
To the crystalline
and cryptic rays,
Hark!
To the Hermetic pyre.
The serpentine myth,
Eternal snake,
From one end,
to the other beginning.
Primordial hymn,
Of flesh and gold,
Of spirits dark,
And darkness old.
Cover the world,
And cover the sea,
In your ecstasy.
Drowning us all,
And making us fall,
To unveil the mystery.
Chaotic tides,
They sing of a time
When all of us shall be free.
The river now burns,
As I understand,
The alchemic high
From which I spring.
I promptly turn back now
from whence I then came,
To retrace the steps and
to regain my aim.
Elliptical orbit
of spirit and flesh,
Darkness and light mingle,
rebirth from ash.
Strong-willed resistance,
and forward I lunge.
Into uncertainty where I belong.
Torment me now,
I long to descend flesh.
Ravage me now, and thus
I shall ascend.
I promptly turn back now
from whence I then came,
To retrace the steps
and to regain my aim.
Elliptical orbit
of spirit and flesh,
Darkness and light mingle,
rebirth from ash.
Alchemy, Qahroba,
Ecstasy of old,
Lavish me, replenish me.
Turn my spirit gold.
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I see my bleeding heart conceive,
On this lonely, blackened eve,
Under the stars, under the rain,
Perdition born beneath the pain.
[The blowing of the wind sings to me.
The spectre of the elements gives me zest.]
I learn from the telling dark,
And wisdom born beneath the bark,
There's more to this decaying land,
Than broken vows traced in sand.
Conciliation, I regain the fire.
Your wretched hand, I lead to the pyre.
Conciliation, I regain desire.
Your crooked tongue, I lead to the fire.
Torment me how?
I elevate higher!
Remember me,
As your heart expires.
Conciliation, torments the liar.
My conscious clear, I sleep to the lyre now.
In the ever-burning sea, my spirit now set free.
Under ever-burning stars, my hate is torn apart.
I take refuge,
In my own mind.
To save myself,
And to unbind,
This ill-fated,
Cold heart of mine.
From the clench of
Your wretched hands.
I hold but slight communion,
In this church of futility.
I will now forge,
From this prison,
Celestial realities.
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A fever of blood,
Forbids,
A transient slumber's end.
Docile eyes,
Witness,
Feverish dreams,
Of hollow men.
Come thee near,
Fare thee far,
The endgame, still the same.
Without a star,
Without a moon,
The night sky spreads it reign.
I fear you not,
I feel for you not.
Feeble men,
To desire bound.
I cut myself,
Free from you.
To regain the sight of Heaven skewed.
The sight of Heaven skewed.
The tributary of the human will,
Is nothing but an exercise in inanity.
And promises fire,
When there is no heat.
And promises victory,
When there is but defeat.
The tributary of the human will,
Is nothing but a game of futility.
And promises love,
To a heart that does not beat.
And promises truth,
To eyes born deceived.
Now I depart as a master,
Of the emptiness that replenishes me.
Now I depart as a master,
Of all that once emptied me.
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You hear the sound,
but the not the voice of thunder.
You feel the heat,
but not the warmth of fire.
You speak the words,
but not the message of wisdom.
You touch the skin,
but do not feel the person.
Speak to me, whether in love or wrath,
Speak to me, break the dome of silence.
Speak to me, o' Great One!
Shall we meet all but once?
I hear the voice,
the rage within the thunder.
I feel the heat,
the burning tongue of fire.
I speak the words,
the litany of wisdom,
I kiss the skin,
I feel the depth of the person.
I endured far too long,
This hectic paradigm.
I have longed far too much,
For promised paradise.
Exhume me, oh Great One!
Uncharnel me from the chains,
That bind me to this place,
This prison where I rot.
By the power invested in thee,
From all that is, was, and shall ever be,
Take from me all that was given,
To imprison me in futility.
By the power invested in thee,
From all that was, is, and shall ever be,
Mold my flesh into uncharted essence,
Such is my will, so shall it be.
All of you who preach earthly negligence,
Shall scrape the bottom of the barrel.
All of you who preach false sacrament,
Shall be deprived of the essence in spirit.
Sovereign of Sovereigns,
I dedicate my life to thine.
All of you who preach earthly negligence,
Shall scrape the bottom of the barrel.
All of you who preach false sacrament,
Shall be deprived of the essence in spirit.
My doubts and tribulations,
I exchange for thy knowledge.
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7. |
The Darkest Road
06:19
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I'm trapped within this maze,
Alone I am trying to find my way,
I'm dying in this place,
I can feel me dissolving and going astray.
I walk through thorns, the darkest road,
I see my fears along the way,
The pictures of my past, my strongly marked sins,
This is the place where the journey begins.
My hands are empty, but heart is full,
My mind is in the hell, but eyes can see the truth,
The path that I have chosen, I'll never turn away from,
I walk through thorns, to find my own home.
These fields are poisonous, they're filled with scorn,
And even death is here to mourn,
Eyes turn bloody red, and bones become so frail,
I have to go across, to find my Holy Grail.
My hands are empty, but heart is full,
My mind is in the hell, but eyes can see the truth,
The path that I have chosen, I'll never turn away from,
I walk through thorns, to find my home.
Through thorns I walk, with cuts I'm covered,
Deep wounds are filled with viscid blood.
There's battle going on inside my head,
I'm stuck within engulfing mud.
«I tried to remain sane,
but the world around me kept crushing
my will, it kept pressuring me.
But I won’t give up so easily,
You will have to end me,
You will have to kill me.»
Cut my throat, release my soul,
Take my hand and burn my skin,
Life is just an empty bowl,
Cut my wrists, release my sin.
„Только отрекаясь от того, что погибнет и должно погибнуть,
от нашей животной личности, мы получаем нашу истинную жизнь,
которая не погибает и не может погибнуть.“
Лев Толстой.
"Созерцая ослепление и убожество человека перед лицом молчащей вселенной,
человека, лишенного света, предоставленного самому себе,
покинутого в этом уголке вселенной, не знающего, кто его сюда послал,
зачем он тут находится или что будет с ним, когда он умрет, не способного ничего понять,
- я начинаю содрогаться от страха."
Блез Паскаль.
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Oh, beautiful nightmare,
Maddened, abandoned and cursed;
I look up to you,
you're standing in there,
Like magical dream you've emersed.
Your hands are pale white,
Your eyes are so wide,
My soul is floating in them;
This dream can't be true,
I'm looking at you,
Tonight I won't be the same.
Please take me with you,
Into the unknown,
I promise to be by your side,
Blinded by your light,
I've lost all my mind;
Into the despair I am thrown.
Darkness in your eyes,
Warmness of your heart,
Sweet scent of your skin,
Erases my lies.
And now I'm reborn,
From ashes I rose.
And now I'm reborn,
From ashes I rose,
I'm longing for wramth of your arms;
Between the waves I am torn,
Your voice is so close,
It's luring me into your charms.
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Melodic black metal hailing from Armenia.
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