1. Eternity Rite (Pt. 1 - Sight From The Abyss / The Confession & Prophecy)
I feel this cold darkness The very emptiness calls me. Follow me on my path... Come, sentence this world to death. Mortal life is nothing - compared to the void. Your fears will be ereased as the thonight (?) reaches eternity. What onca was balance is now broken. As this shadows arised from the depths beyond time and space - the abyssios beyond the line of mortal imagination light fades and left no source. I walked the void... Here time is the traveller and I am the constant.
I am one you called - deep in the night you lost your soul. Through demon eyes you saw what lies behind the mask of life. To ride with me - to cross the firesea... were these your greatest dreams? Eternal wisdom you will earn - far away from present days. Through demon eyes you saw the spheres I left for centuries. Shadows of the worlds beyond - they touch you like a burning wind. A circlegate of neverending journeys in close to the eyes you now call your own. Walk the path of spirit into dimensions unknown. Through demon eyes you died.
I can see whart you see not. Visions milky than eyes rot. When you turn they will be gone whispering their hidden song. Then you see what cannot be: Shadows move where light should be. Death is their curse to the sun to walk the way they had begun. Out of darkness out of mind cast down to the halls of the blind.
Here at the top of a mountain in a clear night under the stars that seem to fall every next moment I receive a vision. A vision of a rising empire. An union of the strong, built upon the hate in man.
Ecce anus in mediis sedens annosa puellis sacra facit Tacitae - nec tamen illa tacet - et digitis tria tura tribus sub limine ponit, qua brevis occultum mus sibi fecit iter... tunc cantata ligat cum fusco licia plumbo et septem nigras versat in ore fabas, quodque pice adstriuxit, quod acu traiecit aena, obsutum maenae torret in igne caput, vina quoque instillat... vini quodcumque relictum est, aut ipsa aut comites, plus tamenipsa bibit, "hostiles linguas inimicaque vinximus ora", dicit discedens ebriaque exit anus.
Waters unleashed... Fires unbound... Ashes surround my feet as i see how might could work... once more... Shadows that embrace me with their wings of frozen fears - my elements the necromancer's dream - tear flesh from bone... seperate the spirit from flesh. Stones brokeup, iron melted as I set my feet at the shores of underworld Now pure to enter the fotbidden realms I walked the path of spirit once more. As pureas the prophecies had told. "And he shall journey into the realms of the dead, and hecontent with the forces therein unto the very gates of despair, to gain knowledge from the burning lands, but never he shall return to the world of light."
Blind eyes that see more as what is hidden in your face blind eyes see the skull behind your skin. It feels you're growing older with every second. It sees your decay in every minute. A soulless corpse with wings of death. A desolated mind without fears. This is it what this entity belongs to - not a linear existence
Aus den Kampfliedern (Alkaios von Mytilene, c. 400 B.C.) [German translation]
Nicht mehr begreifen kann ich der Winde Streit: Denn eine Woge wälzt sich von hier heran, Von dort die andre. Wir inmitten treiben im Sturme Auf schwarzem Schiffe.
Das Ungewitter bracht' uns in Todesnot. Schon schlagen Wellen hoch über Bord und Deck, Durchlöchert ist das ganze Segel, Fetzen nur flattern von ihm im Winde.
Die Anker halten nicht............
Und bricht die Sturzsee über das Schiff, so schwand Ihm jede Lust am Kampfe mit Sturm und Meer: Man meint, die Klippe in der Tiefe Schlägt es bald leck und zerbricht's in Trümmer.
In solchem Seesturm treibt unser Schiff dahin. ...
« Poslednja izmena: 05. Jul 2008, 01:16:33 od CharmedS »
"I never lived elsewhere Than in dimensions of fear. My spirit is enthroned in the land Of the silent moving shadows. Where a deep red fountain Keeps a thousand lakes of blood. And the stairways to nowhere Are the only hope That remains to the souls... In this eternal realm of pain. This is the only place I can remember In my ancient existence. And the gate, I am. Here it's not a question Of life and death anymore, But of torment and despair. Here lie bodies Of unnameable kinds, Tortured by soulless demons ...and worse... Goodness reflects the light, And evil, bears the seeds Of all darkness. These are the mirrors of the soul, The reflections of the mind. So choose well, wanderer, For here lurk truth and damnation. It belongs to you And your imagination."
« Poslednja izmena: 05. Jul 2008, 01:17:12 od CharmedS »
Which way is the right path As I stand upon This chaotic crossroad of hate... How many ways Are there to roam On this dark and damned Road of fate... There are many ways my son, To find where the souls Of demons remain... But it takes only one second Of despair And of doubt until at last, Your soul they will gain... Inherit these lands, These things, These dreams that are yours, Forever to adore For there is no life, In the depths of chaos, My son for you to explore. There are many ways my son, To find where the souls Of demons remain... But it takes only one second Of despair and of doubt Until at last, Your soul they will gain... Inherit these lands, These things, These dreams that are yours, Forever to adore For there is no life, In the depths of chaos, My son for you to explore.
« Poslednja izmena: 05. Jul 2008, 01:17:44 od CharmedS »
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