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BLAZEMTH LYRICS
"Fatherland" (1996 EP)
1. For Centuries Left Behind
2. Unholycaust
3. Ceremonial Dances of Evil
4. Fatherland
5. The Winter Ashes - Opus I
1. For Centuries Left Behind
Written by Erlick J on January of 1995
I saw a star falling, strong like a torrent of fire over the sea, in a land beyond the forest. I listened the laments between the whistling winds, from a dying warrior, stamping with blood his oath. I felt the cold steel, from the Timesword, in the deepest of me, at the mounds of stone. I beheld the orphan sons, walking the fields of fallen ones; but our ancient lords shall raise for centuries left behind. I saw the ascension flames, on my stonecradle, where a blaze filled of light the blackest hill, and met my soul with the wind. I heard a deep voices and clash of swords. I felt dawn crossing me, I closed the gates ...and I fell in arms of dream.
2. Unholycaust
Written on April 1994 by Erlick J.
As the walls of silence bleed, hidden through the deepest fog, I wait. My soul takes the falcon form, I'll see through his eyes, injected in blood. Possessive dawn, whispering winds bite my skin; walking alone over a redsea of blood, under a grey sky of winterholocaust. Blazes at the horizon over the sea, mirror of sky. Feel the winterholocaust thousand of flied horsemen covered with sores will ride above hills of stormclouds, blessed be you. Burnin' rain of blood, roaring the storm. A maiden dances from the loch, dressed in white; a caress of diabolical winter. I feel the chains of immortality; demons rising, disciples of mother Earth, gloryfied at the golden gates of darkness. Walking alone over a redsea of blood, under a grey sky of winterholocaust.
3. Ceremonial Dances of Evil
Beyond eternal dreams, where dawn burns, fire becomes in ice, under the fullmoon. Naked majesties under a veil of silver and blood; leave me hear the unholy chanting of mermaids. Ceremonial dance of evil in a place of silence. Whispering cries feast my next eternal times; I sink on a dreams of my future, close; dark images from the demon fog. In my throne of stone, I await; evil daughters of imperial blasphemy, from your blackest arts to immortality, comdemnation to be eternal. I am here not alone, dancing over the flames, chanting the holocaust, empressess of never die. The gates are opened to dream, my soul goes through my skin, the storm roars for the lord, and silence breaks by the calls. The hills are lit by the blaze, they'll kneel before my flames, still i hear their cries, which follow me from the past...
4. Fatherland
Written on May 1995 by Erlick J.
When the storms shall light the land and blind eyes of men will open, when the army shall raise to ride...again shall grow our Fatherland. When our enemies shall bleed by our swords and their corpses shall be beneath our feet, when the sky will chant the war, again shall reign the steel on our Fatherland. Gods be with us at Doomfields; blood and iron shall meet on sorrow. Ancient lords be with us at the gates of the ascension to eternity, of the ascension to... eternight. When night ghosts will ride the dragon 'till the deepest of the sky and shall return with the heart of dawn again shall grow our Fatherland. Our weapon is truth, our truth is our land!
5. The Winter Ashes - Opus I
Written on September of 1994 by Erlick J.
Cold is the way as defeat stares you like a wolf; you're my enemy, I know and you will die after your lies, you know. Listen! didn't you hear it? We're the coming black storms; as pain becomes in hate, my heart invokes fire, our fire. 'Cause the purity and power which cover this imperious kingdom, not ever you weak gods will can't destroy; We'll stay here, eternally. The man power is measured by his justice and just is your sacrifice. I don't need neither your love nor your hate. I want your respect (or your torture) Your treachery is your annihilation in your skin I will paint my victorious flag in my conscience I will paint your death with colours of wrath...with colours of war.
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