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ARTEMESIA LYRICS
"Apocryphal" (2003)
1. Ascent Downwards
2. Script For The Play
3. Sinday Morning
4. The Outcome
5. Half Way Down
6. Reflection Of Sorrow
7. Wait For A Vile
8. Cradle-Song For The Unborn
9. Cain
10. At The Very Bottom
1. Ascent Downwards
In Secret And Sin - Man’s Conception Begins
In Screams, Pain And Filth - He’s Born In This World
To Ashes And Dust – He Turns When He Dies
In Shame And Disgrace – Circle’s Closed In The End
2. Script For The Play
A Banquet Of Brine Is The History Of
This Putrid Inhuman Nation
True Belief, Disbelief
Both Shall Sink Into Oblivion
Only The War God’s Names Can’t Be Forgotten
Cause They’re Inscribed In Your Flesh
On The Edge
I Hold The False Prophet’s Heart In My Hands
It’s Heart Of Mine
The One Of the Inferior Race
Since The Beginning Of Time
It Has Ruled Human Feeble Minds
Come Take A Walk With Me
Gaze To The Past
Downward To The Halls Of The Elder Gods
You Still Hear Someone’s Pleading Screams
Look At Their Names
Carved In Tormented Flesh
Of Those Who’ve Been Tortured And Killed
Here’s Something To See
In This Bleak Gallery
In This Alley Of Frozen Remains
Crippled Statues Of Dead
Made Of Sacrificed Flesh
In The Name Of Those Who Ruled Here
Black Chronicles, Apocryphal Tales
An Eternal Struggle Of Greed And Belief
And Atrocious Crimes For The Faith
It Does Not Matter How You Will Be Crucified
On the Cross Or On the Inverted Cross, Be Sure My Friend,
The Pain Will Be The Same Anyway
We Are Mimes In This Play
Vicious Dance Of Decay
Powers Of The Divine
They’re Playing With Us
The Low Forms Of Life
The Slaughter Of Millions
Beyond My Belief Is What I See
With Blood-Spattered Banners
We March To Die For
What We Are Worshiping
We Are Pawns In Their Game
In This Hideous Script For The Play
Like Greedy Vultures Heading To The Carrion
We’re Descending Further Down Into The Void
3. Sinday Morning
All The Doors Are Locked, All The Mirrors Are Draped
Enshrouded In Dark
Blind Curiosity, Jaded Memories, Secrets Are Revealed
Sense Is Disclosed
I Am Laughing Like A Fool, Look How Funny It Is
Tears Of Joy In My Eyes, I Have Searched And I Have Found
A Heaven Of Ghastly Pain, It Was Too Late To Run
When I Realized What A Place Have I Found
A Crack Of Dawn
Beyond The Window
It’s A Sinday Morning
See Dirty Light Instead Of The Sun
Reality Is The Embodiment Of Delirium
So Relax, My Old Friend, In This Ecstatic State
Have You Searched For A New World? So Enjoy Your Sealed Fate!
A Crack Of Dawn
Beyond The Window
It’s A Sinday Morning
In Oceans Of This Purest Bliss
Waves Of Permanent Tide
Pain Will Last For All Time
Solution’s Found, And In Terror I Behold The Consequence
The Riddle Is Solved,
All The Pieces Of Puzzle Are In Their Places Now
4. The Outcome
Time’s Close At Hand, When The Blood Will
Wash The Whole Face Of This World
In Crimson Flood Of This Madness
All The Past Life Will Be Gone
Again And Again You’re Searching For Mercy
Believe Me, My Friend, You Will Never Succeed
Here Comes The End Of This Infamous Show
On Each Quivering Form A Final Curtain Will Fall
Charred Remains Washed Away By The Rain
Bloody Waves All Around, Waves Of Pitiless Tide
End Of Sorrowful Tale, In It’s Horrible Wake
Drifting Shadows On Shore, Ocean Of Human Pain
Screaming Swarming Demise, Tearing Up Through The Ground
No One Shall Stay Alive, Nothing’s Left To Enshrine
We’re Just Dust In The Wind Blowing The Of This World
We’re Just Wandering Shades On Cascading Shattered Walls
I Know There Will Be A New Dawn And Dark Will Be Gone
But Now Emptiness Shines, Abyss Unfolds Before Your Eyes
5. Half Way Down
6. Reflection Of Sorrow
Turn Your Head Around And See Your Enemies
Everyone You Call Your Friend
Is Ready To Slit Down Your Wrists
I Curse, Damn This Whole Morbid World
Drowned In Hate
Since The Dawn Of Time And The First Days
Vision’s Blurred, But I See This Ominous Sight
Endless Grief In My Sorrowful Eyes
As I Look At This Woebegone World Reflected As A Dream
They’re Not Humans, But Shades
With Thirst To Prolong
Their Pitiful Lives For A While
I Belong To This Brood, I Belong To This Swarm,
I’m The Same As Them All
In This Crawling Horde
Upwards Over The Dead
Cut Their Throats Not To Give Them A Swallow Of Life
Blood And Poison Drip From Their Fangs
There’re No Faces, But Atrocious Smiles
Blind Bleeds The Blind, Thirst For Blood
Flesh And Mind Shackled And Bound
Level Of Pain Equal For All
All Your Lives - Punishment Divine
Fallen Face Down, Trampled To Ashes And Dirt
Into Scattered Remains Of Those Who’ve Been Before You
On The Grey Stones Of This Endless Unbreakable Wall
I See Heavenly Tears Flowing Down
Freezing As The Unsplitable Ice
Cold Indifference Reflected In Fragments Of Glass
Broken Windows To Haze With No Rift
To A Borderless Lightless Abyss
Make Me Blind
Not To See This Swarming Hive
Make Me Deaf
Not To Hear Their Wicked Screams
Better Skin Me Alive
Not To Feel How They’re Wasting My Soul
I Stand As I Cry
Look, Vast Tenement Graveyard Unfolds
Splendid Dance Like Convulsions Of Dressed In Flames
And My Tale Turns To Funeral Dirge
Solemn Requiem Of Humankind
…Weeping Verses Out Loud…
Spiral Staircase That Leads To Cradle Of Sleep
No One’s There To Abolish This Law
Falling Down, Grasping At Final Straws
7. Wait For A Vile
Twisted Beyond Recognition
I Am Trapped Inside This Foul Reality
I’m Pierced And Impaled
Shattered Pieces Of Disfigured Personality
I’m Not Alive
But I Still Breathe With Rotten Lungs
They Always Say: ”Wait For A While”
To Each My Question
I Understand: ”Wait For A Vile”
See It...
Hideous Truth That Manifests Itself
Feel It...
Inner Tension Grows
Tortured And Horribly Mutilated
In This Never Ending Battle For My Soul
Both Of Them Conduct Me To An Altar
Where Sinners And Saints
Unite In The Harmony Of Pain
I’m Not Alive
But I Still Live With Rotten Core
They Always Say: ”Wait For A While”
To Each My Question
I Understand It’s Right
I Don’t Want To Choose
Between These Foul Divinities
Don’t Want To Be A Toy To Play With
Or A Jester For The Gods
It Breeds In Me
My Blasphemous Heterodoxy
That Drags Me Through The Barren Lands
Of My Wasted Inner Self
Teach Me To Laugh, My Old Friend,
For I Cannot Smile Anymore
I Don’t Want To Choose
Between Deceptive Images
Don’t Want To Be A Toy To Play With
Or A Jester For The Gods
It Breeds In Me
My Heretical Blasphemy
That Drags Me Through The Barren Lands
Of My Wasted Inner Self
8. Cradle-Song For The Unborn
9. Cain
10. At The Very Bottom
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