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ANCESTRAL CURSE LYRICS
"Hypnotic" (2001 Demo)
1. Lost In Eternity
2. Devilish Dimensions
3. The Opus Of Virtuosos
4. Hypnotic Dreams
5. Timeless Way
6. Dark Crusade
1. Lost In Eternity
2. Devilish Dimensions
Words & music by Pier-Luc Paquin
Devilish Dimension
Obscure Dimension
Devilish Dimension of destruction
A man caused a fatal mistake
in spite of all his efforts
A portal has been opened in the night,
a failure for all humanity.
Creatures unknown of all are coming
to ramble on the only way of destruction.
Creatures unknown of all are near
to paint the sky with blood tonight.
Coming to steal possessions of mankind,
lovers of chaos are now in heaven.
Brothers of evil rule all around the Earth,
the devilish dimension are unchekable.
Creatures unknown of all are coming
to ramble on the only way of destruction.
Creatures unknown of all are near to
paint the sky with blood tonight.
Devilish Dimension
Obscure Dimension
Devilish Dimension of destruction
solo
A new world in creation ,where evil rules the Earth,
The doors have their reverberation.
The devilish dimension opened forever,
The failure will never end…
3. The Opus Of Virtuosos
Music & Lyrics by
Pierre -Luc Paquin
Magician specialized in human manipulation
You are exactly the opposite of brotherhood
Now center your orbits on the universe you shall create
Cause an imminent disaster is in sight
Thrusting deeper & deeper the knife
Rejoycing yourself at the world outcome you're devasting
Leaded as a puppets in chains
Using your powers on our existence
This last piece is the cause of all wounds
The clan of bards have master pieced our sequestration
The opus of those virtuosos,
A prestation without compassion.
The opus of those virtuosos,
The action of degeneration.
My Mother Earth withdraw her bows from our violins
My Mother Earth stops this concerto in eternal crescendo
Selfishness has possessed your corpse
And It has inserted his principles,
Of polymorphed egocentrism.
I feel my mortality showing up.
The tempo is rising
and leaves me In never ending sufferings
4. Hypnotic Dreams
Many things are coming to a change,
my mind and my way of seeing life.
I am in an atmosphere
That reveals to be a chaosphere
Why do I try to lie to my soul...
Reality is mutated by my brain
Capacity of reflection is enchained
Something hypnotic is controling me
by a suspect sensuality
Why do I obey to something so mystical
Reality mutated
by my innocence
Hypnotic dream
this mystical speach
Innumerable lies destined
to deviated evolution
The truth resides in me
and in my instinctive actions
now I know purity and wisdom
Lies are annihilated
by my good conscience
Hypnotic dream
This mystical speach...
Pierre-Luc Paquin
2000/01/14
5. Timeless Way
By
Ancestral Curse
The timeless way,is a roadwhich life prepares for us
A dark passage,where nothing has been written and of which no one knows
Emotions and Feelings
create our progress
on the timeless way
Often we hope,for a less hazardous path,and a closer end
Only the perseverance will clear the poison haze which congests this way
Love is here but there’s also hatred…
It leads us, to a great palace,with closed doors
The gates will be unlocked when your soul'll decide to leave this road
But wait patiently for this time
Solo P-.L.P.
Solo B.P.
6. Dark Crusade
Words by Jean-François René & Pier-Luc Paquin
Music by Ancestral Curse
Riding on his nightmare, approaching the village
Accompagnied by hordes of demons, willing defile for Zumoth’s glory.
Entering Gurylon, heading toward church.
Demons ecstasy, feeling of coming war.
The dark crusade, you got to accomplish.
Opening the churuch gates, Thargan hesitates.
priest’s voice resonates, will Thargan lost his faith ?
Swinging his two-handed sword through the priest’s face.
Bloog gushing from his skull sealing the fate of Christians.
No more paladin, now an evil warrior.
Demons crushing all opposition
Peasants, knights, priests, nobody will survive.
The warrior take all things having Some worth in the chrurch
The makes it burns
After the pillage, before they serparate the loot,
Zumoth is coming to add the very final touch.
Killing men, pushing women and children into the burning church to hear their desperate cries…
It’s a pleasure
It is going on
And will continue, for eternity…
Demons crushing all opposition
Peasants, knights, priests, nobody will survive.
The warrior taking all things having
Some worth in the chrurch
The makes it burns
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