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CAULDRON LYRICS
"Aker" (2001)
1. Marching Towards The North
2. Odium
3. Those Who Has No Expression In Their Faces
4. Man, Mist & Spirit
5. When The Wheel Has Come Full Circle
6. Mater Tenebrarum
7. Cauldron
1. Marching Towards The North
I'm wandering on the wisp, through mortuary light.
My soul is feeling a divine transformation
my body floats in the Blackened Kingdom.
Far beyond the sky I'll carry my black spirit
far beyond the horizons I'll came to kneel in front of you.
My eyes are watching pentagram's sign
I only hear the demonic warth's wind
Whispering voices, decaying screams take my mind.
My soul will be sold for eternal life
to create a race wich will sow the terror in the world.
Far beyond the stars I see the witches on a flame
pronouncing their saviour's name ¡Satan!
Marching towards the north
gazing the beauty of the night
marching towards the north
watching forest's wanders.
Marching towards the north
I hear the call of the hidden shadows
marching towards the north
I feel on my body the eternal lord.
2. Odium
Cold columns surround the solitary clauster
faint moonlight filtered through gothic windows.
Fountains once blowing crystalline water
corrupt today the life of the garden
withered garden of clovers and roses.
Petrified virgin stained by thousand sins
sorrow and bitterness are expressed in your face
anoint the feet of Christ with your grey tears
while I sink the crown of thorns in his head.
The crash of a cross that come down
breaks the silence as a summer storm.
A storm clouds mantle covers the moon
my nocturnal crystal that shows sadness.
Scythe kingdom is ready.
My lady, tell me tales about death and disgrace
tales about angels with ripped wings
tales about the macabre art painted in these walls.
Under the intense gaze of the gargoyles
my repulsion to God increases.
And sickness Dryads are captured by the obscurity.
Under the faint light of the candles
my body intoxicated by the wax smell
remains in a whitered roses bed.
3. Those Who Has No Expression In Their Faces
Blood burns me, under the crucifix
when ravens fly towards me.
Blood burns me, you´ll see it and then you´ll believe
Majestyc will appear before me.
Awaiting the night inside the forest
the song of knives brands my destiny.
Four fires light the snow.
Now, the ice under the moon cracks
Lugubrous they form circles
those who has no expression in their faces
when steel is stained with blood.
Sun has fallen subjugated by
the moon infinite power of seduction
while between lights and shadows
forest guard the myth.
Now the demons reveal before me a sickly world
I´m screaming here feeling alone
Blood, like streams of lava
advances toward the sea composing decadent melodies
to Earth, to Skies, to Shadows.
4. Man, Mist & Spirit
Now, at this time, I wonder how I arrived here
where air smells solitude.
This dense mist, my constant company in a trip
to hunt my lost soul.
This incesant coldness is what I feel among the waters
immensity of an eternal sea of mist.
I carry the burden of an entire life sailing slowly
in a rotten wood boat which without wind goes direct
to my own nightmares.
Day and night follow each other with no difference
madness takes possession of the very depths of my being.
And I, on my knees, scream claiming for death.
Even death is too far to answer.
Oh! Hominis Spiritus, you who search since your origin…
Oh! Maligne Spiritus, your blind eyes are sealed…
Oh! Allow us to offer an encounter with yourself
and you´ll see that your body was forged not in mud
but in the weak and hungry maggot flesh.
Oh! Gods of hell, you who observe merciless our weak essence.
As a febrish death rattle in the hurricane
our life means nothig in your Cosmos.
Although I savoured a piece of eternity
I am only a man hunting his lost soul.
And in the midle of the sea
my pale skin reminds me once more
that everything is faded with time.
And now I know that, although I am a prisoner of the mist
in any moment blood will rise, desired
and sweet Death will not allow me
to continue drowning in my own misery.
5. When The Wheel Has Come Full Circle
The serpents beats the light.
When sun dies
life spring in remote moors.
When the left hand path has been chosen
you can hear the night, screaming.
When the wheel has come full circle
night enters...
Dirty and mystical sounds of pain
murmured by the wind through the leaves
in the cliffs waves beat violently
rustled by the blow of the Titan.
Walking across the mountains, in the distance...
A storm is waiting the moment
sweet calm traitorous
contemplate the entity majestyc before you
in the throne, his ancient gaze rots the flowers.
Messenger of the no life
banished to the shadows for all the eternity
just an instant in the existence immensity.
The gelid halo of the winter moon
embrace the dark shore of the black waters lake.
You feel the coldness inside of you
you feel the eyes of sulphure, forever...
When the sun dies...
When the left hand path has been chosen...
When the no life reigns...
When the wheel has come full circle...
When the wolves howls...
When the gelid coldness besets...
... night enters.
6. Mater Tenebrarum
Coming from the north
the old grey sky has changed
since the moon flickered shy.
While terrifying shadows
cover woods and stones
trap the life
laying waste to the mortals kingdom.
It´s... Mater Tenebrarum
Mater Tenebrarum, it gobbles up the souls to Mayhem
shrouding them in infernal vestmens.
The pale light will not catch me
its attempts will be vain traps
which will never achieve its purpose.
Kneelling on the pentagram
in front of the pages of a bited by time book
seven knifes clamor for a name
impregnable testimonies along the ages.
Shadows behind me
dragging heavy chains
they´re my steel shield merged with dragon scales.
You will feel its existence;
by candlelight invoke the Darkness.
The constellations union is invisible to its eyes.
It's beauty is so vast as it's horror
mankind has loved and scared it.
The Death embrace lives on blood
since the dawn of immemorial times
for ever and ever...
7. Cauldron
Far away the mountains higher
far beyond the landscapes of the damned
from the ashes of times
we were waiting for now.
Inside the cauldron
Inside the cauldron
Inside the cauldron, burn...
Eternal pain in the eternal fire.
We are the bearers of the rustic lance of evil
which incisive, will sow the seed of sin inside your sores
Inside the cauldron
Inside the cauldron
Inside the cauldron, burn...
In the cementeries begin your nightmare.
Where our mighty death squads of the darkness.
Till the end of times
will burn your soul in the cauldron after you die...
Inside the cauldron
Inside the cauldron
Inside the cauldron, burn...
The agents of sorrow
The kings of Sodom
Cause we are Cauldron
Cauldron we are.
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