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CATHEDRAL LYRICS
"The Garden of Unearthly Delights" (2005)
1. Dearth AD 2005 (Intro)
2. Tree of Life & Death
3. North Berwick Witch Trials
4. Upon Azrael's Wings
5. Corpsecycle
6. Fields of Zagara (instrumental)
7. Oro the Manslayer
8. Beneath a Funeral Sun
9. The Garden
10. Proga-Europa
1. Dearth AD 2005 (Intro)
2. Tree of Life & Death
In the garden of creation stands a skeletal tree
Hanging from it’s branches afterbirth of Adam and Eve
Blossomed in mutation rotted through centuries
Tortured minds of heinous crimes plague God’s family
Procreation from decay and sand
Transmutation pains this fated land
Lifeless earth, all love bereft
No life left – on the tree of life and death
Slug like dead existence, our fetid hunger breeds
Master of future decay – sowed his deadly seed
Root of evil ate away our fruits of destiny
Thorns of human nature stabbed hearts of the free
Procreation from decay and sand
Transmutation pains this fated land
Lifeless earth, all love bereft
No life left – on the tree of life and death
Ogau, Mulangam Kalumba
Kinta, Oloron, Makaru
Original sin
In the garden of existence
Hanging from temptation’s tree
There’s a carnival of mutations
Growing from man fated seed
Lezn, Marasa, Chiata
Nxambi, Osawa, Zanabary
God’s offspring ate the apple creating lust, envy
Sucking, puking leaches, a catastrophe of greed
Garden of temptation, lured by serpent’s creed
Moral desolation, man eternally diseased
Procreation from decay and sand
Transmutation pains this fated land
Lifeless earth, all love bereft
No life left – on the tree of life and death
3. North Berwick Witch Trials
Grand master of the Sabbath, John Fane
Told his coven gathered: “Kill King James”
Wax a figure of his image & wrap it in his clothing
Burn it slowly whist he is sleeping
Feed him with poison, bring the monarchy down
Our sin is rebellion, in black arts crowned
3 covens of 39
In 1591 that night performed a rite
A grand Sabbath with one aim in sight
To destroy the king of England
Create a storm, whilst overseas he sails
To bring his Danish bride to these Isles
They christened a cat in his name;
Threw it in a pond, no shame
A tempest was aroused, who should he blame
Hunt down those Witches, confess or die
Sink or swim, they’re guilty – let’s hang ‘em high
3 covens of 39
In 1591 that night performed a rite
A grand Sabbath with one aim in sight
To destroy the king of England
Witchcraft spreading all around this Christian land
Find them; burn them to the ground
Their souls condemned
Their ill fated curse failed so the king held trial
The first great persecution of the British Isles
An imp sucks a spinster’s nipple
A hare drains milk from cattle
A clergy fornicate at a black dog’s ball
Pierce flesh with needles three inches in
If they scream they’re guilty, guilty as sin
3 covens slaughtered that night
39 crucified, burned and hanged alive
Interrogated at our first witch trials
Sentenced by the king of England
4. Upon Azrael's Wings
Riding on the flames of death
Into this last night fear relents
As we race through skies upon Azrael’s wings
He has com to set us free from this earthbound misery
Father of macabre you possess the key
To heavens black galactic morgue
Chosen few seek your reward
In solitude, perpetual silence
Cosmic womb, eteral solace
Embracing cosmic mysteries
To worlds below he’s sent a wreath
Elated black angel; our requiem he sings
As tears of Nebula fill black holes
Drowing galaxies of lost souls
We continue our ascent to heavens low
No turning back from galactic morgue
Chosen few find your reward
In solitude, perpetual silence
Cosmic womb, eternal solace
Colossal grave of shadows, extinction of mankind
Eternal morgue or sorrows, no beauty left behind
Void of shadows, man’s colossal grave
Ball of ash to zero fades
Nothing left to mourn, all has died, ever born
Barren voyage static drone
Stark oblivion reigns so cold
Dropped out of existence, we’ve found our hmoe
In heaven’s black galactic morgue
Chosen few have found our reward
In solitude, perpetual silence
Cosmic womb, eternal solace
5. Corpsecycle
Living dead of London town
Flesh vessels underground
Mourning suits, burial gowns
9-5’s doleful sound
Pallid faces office bound
Mortuary all year round
Corpse Cycle is life’s circle
Life’s circle is corpse cycle
Life is passing away
Society eats your mind away
Walking corpses, vacant slaves
Banking rottenness, decay
Saving cash for early graves
Utopia is coffin shaped
Wealth hungry drugged rats chase
Empty dreams of a better place
Corpse Cycle is life’s circle
Life’s circle is corpse cycle
Life is passing away
Society eats your mind away
Truths fading farther day by day, to material enslave
Die with the world as you awake, in the rat race you rotate
Degenerations zombified
Oblivious in the tombstone line
Corpses fucking their way through time
Corpse Cycle is life’s circle
Life’s circle is corpse cycle
Life is passing away
Society eats your mind away
Life has passed you away, flesh turned to grey
Society ate your mind away
6. Fields of Zagara (instrumental)
7. Oro the Manslayer
Under the war-torn sodden skies
Bleeding axes anguished lies
Fight upon an earth that died
Raped by corporate scythe
Streets are red, Sun turned to grey
Nature's beauty has decayed
Swans lay dead on empty lakes
Love oh man - Forsakes
Fear his wrath as mans blood flows
Innocence now no-one knows
Rites of virtue we've disposed
Heaven's doors solemnly closed
Cities crumbled to the ground
Deformed crosses mark the land
Carnage lingers all around
No refuge for the damned
[Chorus]
Eyes of death, look upon this earth
Destroyed by mankind's curse
Retribution, mutilation, desecrate, avenge
Oppressive tyrants to him fall
One by one he reaps their soul
Tearing death from their control
Elated by the rising toll
Slaying masters and their laws
Who destroyed our world with force
Oro gives unto the poor swords
To join him in this war
[Chorus]
Battlefield of charnel air
Land, sea, earth now laid bare
Morgue of solitude we share
Shown no mercy for our prayers
Laying down his bloody sword
Oro leaves us our reward
Silent vacuum, endless floor
- Gone forever more
[Chorus]
8. Beneath a Funeral Sun
Ghost of war smiling - damnation is nigh
Humanly abandoned - atrocity is rife
Moral desolation - future in decline
Final devastation - We shall pay the price
Funeral sun devoid of fire
Hangs above our burning pyre
Earth is falling - mother please
Save our sinners - father please
Plastic churches melting - fanatics get high
On flames of Armageddon - God didn'e lie
Fatal acts towards man's extinction
Form the scythe in his reflection
Earth is falling - mother please
Save our sinners - father please
Haunting silence desolate gloom
Spectral vision of planets doomed
Star shaped crucifixes, cosmic tomb
Tranquil void awaits us soon
Black drapes overhanging - a vulture's paradise
World leaders celebrating - wargasmic genocide
Undertakers laughing - at cost of sacrifice
Ghost of man is fading no signs of afterlife
Funeral sun devoid of fire
Hangs above our burning pyre
Earth has fallen, no more pleas
Mankind's burning - spectre flees
9. The Garden
(Pt.1: Thorns Of Creation)
New light has formed, from the darkness torn
Of dust and sand, mankind is born
Our garden evergreen, it's flowers, so serene
We sing along with birds naked, free
Our curiosity led us to a tree
We ate from it the fruits of poisoned destiny
(Pt.2: Trouble In The Garden)
Horns of goat, tongue of serpent
Head of dog, body of man
He has chosen to pervert God's land
In his heaven
The Garden Of Unearthly Delights
Flowers of blood grow in love's garden
Upon the black grass of betrothal
We have chosen to pervert God's land
This our heaven
The Garden Of Unearthly Delights
(Pt.3 Into The Valley Of Violent Orchids)
[(I) Cadaverous Butterfly]
Stillborn beauty greets the air
Cadaverous Butterfly draws near
Skullish face, scarlet wings
Eerie grace of death she brings
Haggard marble crosses bare
Entrance to her pesty lair
Skullish face, Vampire wings
Demon's ace fluttering
Poisoned perfume leads you there
Carnivorous insect has you snared
Fallen prey, mesmerised
Skullish face eats your eyes
[(II) Blind Mans Gaze]
In steaming woodlands you awake,
Eyes dripping blood
Rats digging a grave at your feet as
Storm clouds gather above
In earths garden, nature sings mans requiem
Damp, numb, lost on the cold ground
Whilist spiders explore your flesh
Raise your head from mossy stone and
slimy dew on which you rest
In death's sanction - all life's beauty is its end
(Pt.4 Flight Of The Reaper)
[(I) Court Of The Cosmic Judge]
Witching moon burning - frozen sun ashamed to rise
Earth's vampires thirsting - for a final taste of life
Flight of the reaper, coming back to greet man's end
Cosmic Judge awakens, from his council we're expelled
White dove on fire - flies into Azrael's sky
Black-winged messiah - accepts man's sacrifice
Flight of the reaper - he arrives at his promised land
Our funeral curator - cups the earth with skeletal hands
[(II) Tunnel Of Death]
(Pt.5 Alarm Bells In Paradise)
[(I) Mourning Of A Paused Dawn]
Dawn creeps on, as night withdraws
Orchid sun - rises paused
[(II) Black Bulbophyllum Sunrise]
Buldophyllum, Barbigerum
Purpureoachis, Dyanum
Dendrochilum, Cobbianum
Orchis - Mascula
(Pt.6 Exit The Valley Of Violent Orchids)
[(I) Through The Concrete Meadows Of Life]
You pass the valley of death
Rejoin the ghoullish droll procession
You thought you had left
Orikifirus sends down hearses
From the kingdom of dead our sun
Whores to oblivion now are taken
To your promised land
[(II) Chains of Morality]
Burning in the flames of pious self-shame
A pure, divine existence can't be reborn again
For your virtue there is no reward
Grand illusions of a heaven flawed
Break the skeletal chain - to be reborn again
No lies, no shame, an existence profane
Celebrating our freedom
In this prison of God's kingdom
(Pt.7{ie Pt.c (c)} Back To The Garden)
Fireless sun, Morgue like planet
Deceased minds now control it
We have chosen to accept God's land
This is our heaven
The Garden Of Unearthly Delights
(Pt.8 Pool Of Sleeping Minds)
(Pt.9 Endtyme)
Soldiers now walk through the streets so cold
Concrete walls, dark buldings fall
Our garden has turned grey, its beauty gone away
Earth became a grave for mature's way
Seeds of decay have grown into today
Endtyme has come, all light fades away
10. Proga-Europa
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