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Babel's Fall
05:23
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Babel’s fall
The Stench of chaos!
Unfloding curse rules,
Shatters through the land of Shinar.
Dystopia!
Crumbling walls shake,
Serpents bite the titanic tower.
A monument, paradox, stands alone in time,
Destined to reach a vile god.
Alla Xul roars.
A Language from Eden, bears the truth of one,
Slowly fades as humans face creator.
They’re eternally confused, and will never learn.
In pure frailty hides our sorrow.
It's destined to reach a vile god, - Lost once and for all.
And his grand damnation, - Alla Xul roars.
At the borders of shouting storms.
The old snake kills in our hollow and fading thoughts,
A belief of cold and abstract form.
With the language of madness and thorn,
It chains us together, divides us all.
Make your wish, before the ever-changing symbol!
Witness this crumbling citadel,
Witness Babel’s fall!
We are left behind in endless liberty, and dream about perfect greatness,Wretched builders, we are still in dust and ash, we crawl,
We are mocked in blood, mocked in our false and dying nature.
As above, so below, we destroy in Babel's shadow forever.
Alla Xul! Come down here!
Fragments of words lead lawless ones,
The blind remains at this grand design of bane.
Edin Na Zu! Pilgrims of deserts!
We are exiled with the burden of turmoil.
A monument, paradox, stands alone in time.
Destined to reach a vile god, and damnation.
At the borders of shouting storms.
The old snake kills in our hollow and fading thoughts,
A belief of a cold, and abstract form.
With the language of madness and thorn,
It chains us together, divides us all.
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The Monolith
03:54
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The Monolith,
My sacred pillar, grant us wish, oh ancient sign,
I bring fire, emerge with your might.
With rites in shades, bless your false ideals.
All is not for life, just for the unreal.
I break slaves in your veiling name,
To get rid of my oldest fear.
I eradicate all your traitors,
Oh my dark deceiver.
I will crush profane masses with your purest fire.
And my own people pay the highest cost of your retribution.
In the glory of your supernatural fame.
You haunt me,
To open your silenced gates,
For unbelievers.
I promulgate you, with death's reign.
Give your flesh for this raptorous sacrament.
Kill all the infidels!
With rites in shades, bless your false ideas,
All is not for life, just for the unreal.
I will raze empires for you,
To trade the fear of my mortality.
I shine from your highest temple,
I breathe famine for the weak,
And Call to arms all disciples.
Speak to me, idolized sign, totem of otherworld.
Will I rule forever?
And open your silenced gates,
For unbelievers?
I promulgate you, with death's reign.
Prophecies foretold, that great crusades will be made,
Of the ruler supremes great as frail.
Wretched lives bulit their thrones,
Monoliths of their futile vain delusion.
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3. |
Starcult
04:11
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4. |
Prophet of Ivory
05:01
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Prophet of Ivory
So, this corrupted owl, a watcher in the night,
Son of Anansi lurks in the corner of every longing heart.
As the prophet of ivory sleeps in his tired halls,
There you'l find revelations carved in gravestones.
This fraudulent cloth of dark feathers,
Feathers from lands where animals go to die.
It brought us no hope, nor fulflilling futue,
Now banished, in your ice-white temple you hide.
Altering false prophecies linger through ages like disease.
An omen called out from the astral heights when you lied,
On the day you uttered the first prayer of fraud,
Since then the locust dims the warmest of the seasons,
Words shout out in hunger through winter's eye.
Altering false prophecies inger through ages like disease.
So be cursed for being untrue all the time,
Darkening all dreams and light oath, trapped in abbys,
It dies, never came true so our children cry.
Meet your judgement,
Please our agony!
Spiral staircase into his ivory hideout,
Where secret delusion glows through all the darkest of nights,
The old man sits here, and he grows older but never wise,
As decay grows out from his creation of myth and lies.
Where are your promised lands and nourishing waters?
Where are your worships and your magical might?
All that we see are dismay and degradation,
Death in your every footstep as your legacy carries on.
Meet your judgement, now please our agony!
Oath rapped in abbys, never came true as our children cry.
He'll never wake up, his slumber keeps our misery alive.
So be cursed for being untrue all the time,
Darkening all dreams and light oath, trapped in abbys,
It dies, never came true so our children cry.
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5. |
Marked By A Black Sigil
04:47
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Marked by a Black Sigil
Worthless resistance with blackened minds,
Blasphemous theories will be destroyed.
They are the threat of consecrated regulations.
This stained folk shall fall into oblivion,
To banish is not enough!
Punishment is scourge,
For the different thinking,
For the negation of our Lord.
Overthrow the left hand path!
It will be demolished by dignified spiritual force.
Inside those who wear the viccan sign,
The evil is their source we must find at all cost.
Argumentation – the belief, the sovereign idol, he must now prevail.
While we remain the dread and immaculate murders throughout hisotry.
Of those who marked by black sigil.
By directorium, inquisitor, set the pyre!
One shall erase – redeem the plauge.
None shall remain from the heretic reign.
Argumentation – the belief, the sovereign idol, he must now prevail.
While we remain the dread and immaculate murders throughout hisotry.
Of those who marked by black sigil.
Seeking, seeking, seeking all the profane ones, .
Burning, burning, burning all the heaten souls.
Argumentation – the belief, the sovereign idol, he must now prevail.
While we remain the dread and immaculate murders throughout hisotry.
Of those who marked by black sigil.
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6. |
On A Journey Sublunaris
04:14
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On a Journey Sublunaris
Civilizations still bear the cost of the first thought,
Which travels through tired ages, older than we ever know.
To suffer through this life is to leave the burden of great untold,
The rapturous end, tempting lands of secrets to be known.
The Stability and moral doctrine are built from blood spilled by the sword..- From mortal coil, ashes bulit the gates for both cinder and shiny marble...
...yet to be seen.
But none shall return.
Go on a journey Sublunaris,
Between Earth and Moon,
Above stone and soil,
Through oceans and mountains,
To the edge of this world.
Travellers, bringers of sin,
Curse their own selves,
Under a dim beholder.
The entity of their apprehension,
Can they reach final tranquility?
The first fear, the first steps from a dying paradise,
The dreaming, from vision of hungry minds,
Denomination rose above.
Go on a journey Sublunaris,
Between Earth and Moon,
Above stone and soil,
Through oceans and mountains,
To the edge of this world.
Travellers, bringers of sin,
Curse their own selves,
Under a dim beholder.
Your god's shade follows you,
Let It save you from phobia agnostos.
Yet to be seen.
But none shall return!
So go on a journey Sublunaris,
Between Earth and Moon,
Above stone and soil,
Through oceans and mountains,
To the edge of this world.
Travellers, bringers of sin,
Curse their own selves,
Under a dim beholder.
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7. |
Night Of The Hunt
02:50
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Night of the Hunt
Don't let their bane in,
Don't let disease in.
From this nighttime parade.
They utter the words of disarray.
First came the howling wind, then this storm,
It brought a night darker than ever before.
The horns of war blew a spectral noise,
The beating horses carried creatures, ghostly froms.
Don't you dare to dream!
Midnight steals your soul,
Eternal orgy on the throne of the devil.
Riders on whirlwind on nocturnal spree,
Bring their chaos with their arcane odyssey.
Hide your children, close all the gates,
The wild Wotan sings with blazing rage.
Hour of death is near.
Evil legends ,not of this world,
Fear the night of the hunt, they return.
Fear the wild legacy! They feast!
Wotan's party will come for thee!
Don't you dare to dream,
Because at midnight he steals your soul,
For eternal war with the hordes of the devil.
Ancient king and his glory calls,
Shut your eyes or he stops your heart!
One must go, where ghosts and witches breed,
One must go, or they doom us all.
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8. |
Sky Burial
09:15
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Sky Burial
A Shrine on the Mountain
(Instrumental)
The Ritual
On mountain pantheons,
Crawling dawn among the cathedrals of cold stone ascends,
Embraces ancient sanctuary.
It hides from worldy sight.
Charnel grounds,
Altar possessed by death.
A sacred place for cultivating forthcoming emptiness.
Below the first light,
Priests, brothers of karma,
Prepare the rotting earthly gifts for aerial coroners,
The Daikins,
Supreme tyrants of Jhator,
Oh sky dancers.
Generous offering,
Human transition,
Into cloud furnace of the enlightened one.
He, who has changing faces knows the great beyond.
Consciousness has the task to fly through endless lands,
Witness countless nights and days in the ever-forming cycle.
It’s the will of samsara.
It’s the will of the insight.
The eternal liberation of travelling oneness.
Fierce, feathered beasts of storm ngesting the old flesh,
This impermanent vessel for continuous separations.
Bury me in the wind,
Bury deep in the final gale at the end,
To see the other side of this darkness,
From the final breath,
Until the first steps on forbidden heavens.
Embrace the air! Liberate me!
Free me from chocking stillness.
Let me join you oh dancers,
In the floating valley of the sky.
Stellar end and forming beginning,
Are devouring the opened gates of the body.
Releasing the essential unified seed of non-decaying self.
Now the shrine glows in luminous radiant evolution of spirits.
Astral Departure
(Instrumental)
On the Horizon of Bardo
“In recollection,
Of all former births,
Passed before his eyes.
Born in such a place, of such a name,
and downwards to his present birth, So through hundreds,
thousands myriads, all his births and deaths he knew.”
(Bardo Tödöl – Tibetan Book of the Dead)
A pilgrimage begins into silent towers of justice.
A sojourn is bittersweet where decline itself is rising.
An enthrophy and summoning shall cohere, so one meets judgement.
On the horizon of bardo you mean nothing.
Embrace the air! Liberate me!
Free me from chocking stillness,
Let me join you oh dancers!
Bury me in the wind,
Bury deep in the final gale at the end,
To see the other side of this darkness.
From the final breath,
Until the first steps on forbidden heavens.
Liberate me!
A Waking World Unknown
(Instrumental)
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Needless Dánszentmiklós, Hungary
Manifesting forbidden worlds with metal music since 2004.
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