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ANCIENTHORN LYRICS
"Crawling from the Depths of the First Tower" (2004 EP)
1. My Inner Hate
2. The Seeds of Unsacred Apocalypse
3. Where no Grace of God can Dwell
4. To the Tytgyonist Essence
5. Memories of Ancestral Rancour
6. Memories of Ancestral Rancour (demo version)
1. My Inner Hate
Crawling, the inner bright of darkness...
infected hymns and screams
dying, the limbs of Jesus are rotten
A crown of suffering, a crown of hate.
Endless... the sphere of the unborn.
War is high, in the Paradise of impurity.
Sadness! The sons of the Underworld will rule again!
I will destroy thy kingdom of fools
for the quest of the strong
no mercy for the earthly worms
NO PEACE WILL REMAIN
summon the battle,
cosmic thorns of meteors, my fury
everlasting inner rage
to explode in a thousand dimensions
I´m the plague
I´m war
I´m the fucking concentrate hate of the universe
Who is God... who is Satan...
The wrong side of life, and creation.
I choose the alternative path which borns of the eldest past.
Between the ages of the forgotten cities and wisdoms.
A knowledge far beyond the five perceptions.
Five! The conquer of the pentagram.
The fifth race will reborn in the sixth cradle.
I will choos the path of hatred, my inner hate,
as I am the Beast hidden in the lacks of time.
2. The Seeds of Unsacred Apocalypse
Tears of God falling on Earth,
but no blessings can wash it´s putrid will.
To destroy the human fate
The Lord of Plagues and Guilt... will not tolerate
this lightful weak.
God must reply the eternal question, and make
a sorrowful pray... in solitude.
My arms are endless strength
My mind is hate
I rise the sword against evangelic lies
Gospels of Immemorial Grief...
beyond ages of torture and pain.
Angels... Falling into desecration
One by One... like an twisted army of worms
eating the limbs of Christ.
With sin in their eyes, and the rised banner of
the greatest magnificence of unholy rottenness.
Seven seeds lies under the ancient profane ground,
awating for the coming of an unsacred throne.
The seeds of the unsacred Lord.
3. Where no Grace of God can Dwell
Immersed in my depths, and sad moments.
Visions cross the weak light of my mind.
This is fading, and will disappear
in the black seas of myself.
Why have I a broken sword?
This darkened blade reflects my soul
and it's old and tired.
Like the dying shine of the twilight.
Where no Grace of God can dwell I will reign.
Behind the citadels of blasphemy and anguish.
While silence becames noise in my ears
I shall conquer with a black banner of hate.
Ihehusch gronadox arden, o na gempalo
mikasman vandres orda bevegiah noz plig
nase zamponon aneph. Ophad a medox marune
gena pras no dasmat vorts manget a deune damph.
Naxt OS vandeminaxat orophas vor minodal amudas
ger pa o dax zum ban sez ordan pres umblosda vorx nadon.
Patrophes undes adon ganebus ihehudz.
4. To the Tytgyonist Essence
5. Memories of Ancestral Rancour
I feel in the air my morbid thoughts of desecration.
When all turns black as the night, I look the moon... as a lonely wolf.
In supremacy.
Runes cross my doubts, and fears bring me the forgotten memories of castles.
Lost in the holes of time...
so far... and dark.
And I raise, invencible and ancient,
with the knowledge of centuries of honor and dust.
Immersed in the tragedy of ancestors.
With strenght, with pride, with the eyes injected in
fanthomless hatred... of a dying abyss.
6. Memories of Ancestral Rancour (demo version)
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