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Evokations
11:19
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Cloaks and capes in humid air
Secrecy each man must swear
When the stars above align
The fifth ward of the 7th sign
In tribute of the effigy
The effigy of destiny
The acolytes and apostates
Lay offerings before the Fates
And Astaroth shall answer all
The hunger, thirst of ev’ry soul
And then we ‘ll loose ourselves at last
From the shackles of our past
And watch us rise above all nations
Know our strength through evokations
Our voices sow the seed
To grain of knowledge we all need
Watch us rise above all nations
Know our strength through evokations
Crushing smallest stars to dust
Which wavers over all Earth’s crust
The lesser key of Solomon
And 18 kings of Lemegeton
Ruling the religious schizm
Pivotal of cataclysm
A second for a century
Indulgement in impurity
The green grimoiric ritual
Performed with most solemnity
To search the source of courage
To dive in Hades’ deep
The circle widens ‘neath the moon
The no-man’s land ‘tween guard and sleep
And watch us rise above all nations
Know our strength through evokations
Our voices sow the seed
To grain of knowledge we all need
Watch us rise above all nations
Know our strength through evokations
We will rise above
As you will dwell below
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Mistletoe Damnation
08:12
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The parasite of life
The scourge of many an oak
The green that never fades
Causing to moan and croak
A prophesying dream
With which it all begun
As Freya saw a vision
Of the killing of her son
Verily, Baldur, wrong were they
They erred to overlook
Though all things pledged to be harm-free
A different course it took
It was not stone, it would be soft
And water would not drown
No sword or spear would taste his blood
None that would bring him down
Mistletoe damnation
The smallest sting will smite
Mistletoe damnation
Untouchable body of light
The Entity of all deceit
Would craft a poison toy
The spear of Loki, as it was:
The ravager of joy
‘Tis brought upon, ’tis brought upon
Destruct this brotherhood
Let the blind one take his aim
And win the losing game
‘Tis brought upon, ’tis brought upon
Night enters Asgard’s palace
The hand of innocence be guided
By the grip of malice
So why did Hoder lose his sight?
Might be that he forsook his plight?
A battle should have seen him fall
For only heroes reach Valhall!
Among the laughter of the place
And gestures of obedience
The woe that falls upon tomorrow
Shot forth from expedience
Unaware of the unwary
Baldur’s heart exposed
A treach’rous plan unfolded
While the door to safety closed
Mistletoe damnation
The smallest sting will smite
Mistletoe damnation
Untouchable body of light
Not fallen before war’s last chime
He’d face the disgrace of Nifelheim!
And on his knees, knighted by death
The most unlikely fate he hath
Devious smiles would Loki hide
Hilarious fraternicide
Shook Asgard on its great foundations
Sourer still its implications
Salvation for the just or wise?
This dying one missed paradise
The sky goddess, she didn’t see
The subtleties of treachery
Birds carry forth the killers tool
Its spawning it shall ever rule
Yet Freyr won’t prevent its flight
The seeds of grief grow day and night.
Mistletoe damnation
The smallest sting will smite
Mistletoe damnation
Untouchable body of light
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3. |
The Church Is Empty
06:51
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Time took the better of the priest
Sermon-weary, not the the least
Entering his sanctuary
The church, the church is empty
The air is moist, the light is dim
There’s mold that’s creeping up the walls
Frescoes gone beyound repair
The church, the church is empty
And thus decays a house of God
The sounds of worship have reduced
From benches left as woodwormfood
Made from trees that bear no fruit
Old lady’s tribute to gospel’s truth
Her bouquets replace absent youth
It seems the time for saving souls
Is withering and waning
The old priest rises from his seat
The chancel steps creak ‘neath his feet
It seems the time for Chosen Ones
Runs out like clouds when raining
No successor for the man
A cold wind blowing through the aisles
The flock has fled to modern times
The bell for deaf man’s ears it chimes
And thus decays a house of God
The sounds of worship have reduced
From benches left as woodwormfood
Made from trees that bear no fruit
The air is moist, the light is dim
There’s mold that’s creeping up the walls
Frescoes gone beyound repair
The church, the church is empty
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4. |
An Elegy of Birds
07:55
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(instrumental)
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The Imminent
04:46
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Beneath a mystical moon
And in the spirit of Gaia infuriated
Incantations are spoken
A desire to revive the lost
May all the pagan entities
Contemplate, heed the warnings
To the cause of righteous battle
Against the curse of the void
Ancient words and verses
Forged with the blood of dedication
For those whose sight shall see
Through deceit of misconceptions
The only faith remaining
Just one thing left to believe
Is the truth that is denied by most:
The Green Apocalypse is looming!
Touch the bark and grab the soil
Illiterate but skilled survivalist
Preserving heathen values
Society opposed, yet compelled to join in
There, where minds are poisoned
Spirits are burdened by vulgar lead
The weight endarkens mine
But I shall rise above
Destruction is imminent
Humanity saturated to the brink of insanity
Many must die
A new world shall respawn
I am - the one awaiting
I am - the one to say
I am - the Unfolding
I am - the Imminent
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The Tanfana Stone
05:24
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Shadows drawn towards the trees
And humming in the winter’s night
Colossal stone at new moon stands
Where worshippers bow at its sight
Silent moans and saddened hearts
Of folk in famine, at wit's end
Calling to gods and ancestors
Linked with the barren land
The earthgoddess must grant her favour
Pray we’re not mercy deprived
We offer scarce possessions
Since our fortune deeply dived
The demon-haunted children
Nightly cries feed fear alone
As hunger whirling down like snow
So chilling to the bone
We call upon Tanfana
Sacrificial liquid flows
On the altar stone of Tan’s hill
Sanctioned by the sound of crows
Our tributes are subject to change
The trees are channeling our pleas
And from an edge of gold we know
It’s Tanfana who sees
Endure the suffering, give more
As blood evaporates in air
Inebriation, dedication
It's Tanfana who’s there
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7. |
The Magpie
21:36
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As Fall comes with melancholy
I see the Acer Rubrum tree
Its bloodred leaves, a season’s shroud
A widow no one cares about
The magpie’s voice ‘neath clouds ash grey
Its hateful chatter comes my way
It warns all creatures far and near
Those ancient words are what I hear:
“One for Sorrow
Two for Joy
Three for a Girl
Four for a Boy
Five for Silver
Six for Gold
Seven for a tale never to be told
Eight you Live
Nine you Die…”
I hear it, it’s the magpie!
Wand’ring ‘neath the oak archway
I watch the waning light of day
Their barked pillars standing tall
And glorious like a cathedral
Onward, lured to muddy paths
I am the fool who’s led by laughs
Succumbing to the time it takes
Past roots of trees like wooden snakes
This place, it calms my troubled mind
At times when I can’t stand my kind
And when I get back on my way
The magpie’s chatter comes my way
“One for Sorrow
Two for Joy
Three for a Girl
Four for a Boy
Five for Silver
Six for Gold
Seven for a tale never to be told
Eight you Live
Nine you Die…”
I hear it, it’s the magpie!
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Pantheistic black metal band from the United States and The Netherlands.
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