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CELTIC FROST LYRICS
"Morbid Tales" (1984 EP)
1. Into the Crypts of Rays
2. Visions of Mortality
3. Procreation (Of the Wicked)
4. Return to the Eve
5. Danse Macabre
6. Nocturnal Fear
1. Into the Crypts of Rays
Years of plead, behind the walls
Chambers and vaults, Scenes of fright
Unspoken Words, in pain and dread
140 lives passed his hands
Gilles De Rais... the perverted son
The holy man... hanged by nobility
Into The Crypts of Rays...
Alluring children for his masses
Robbing and buying young souls
Sacrifice to morbid demons
Satisfy his repulsive sexual lust
Gilles De Rais... the perverted son
The holy man... hanged by nobility
Into The Crypts of Rays...
"So this is for the morbid one,
The braveless and sick
Shivering laughter shrilled through the tombs
Sexual offence and perverted rites
Watching them limp and die...
Wizards and darkness, Gilles' dreams
Halfway came true..."
As a late medieval's French marshall
Unrestrained, with endless ambitions
Personal guard for Jeanne D'Arc
...the rising of his soul to god...
Gilles De Rais... the perverted son
The holy man... hanged by nobility
Into The Crypts of Rays...
Overdone Mystism and
Desperate Satanism (Ha!)
Are just one small step apart
There's no human scheme in the beyond...
Gilles De Rais... the perverted son
The holy man... hanged by nobility
Into The Crypts of Rays...
2. Visions of Mortality
My life turns into sand
Immortality is my dream
Man shall follow my command
Sorcery shall conquer my fear
Astral magic and runic wand
I feel that wisdom's near
Across the mountain's ice
Scarlett at the equinox' dawn
I sacrificed an innocent lamb
And drunk the wine of paradise
But, still run the sands of time
Just one thing yet to be done
As spell surround me
At a lightmass' night
He raised the abyss
Covered by the sword
I sold my soul in vein
I feel it, as he returns
The sands of time will never run
For an immortal dead man
3. Procreation (Of the Wicked)
You are blind - Deny the sun and light
Whose are the objections - From where come the doubts
Evidence of infinity
Procreation of the wicked
Twist of the known
Procreation of the wicked
Serenades of opposition - Absurdity, humans fate and hope
True reflections of community - Procreation of the gods and lords
Evidence of infinity
Procreation of the wicked
Twist of the known
Procreation of the wicked
Cain and Abel's love and death - Love and hate is what we are
Dagger and grail are- Fallen of the altar
Evidence of infinity
Procreation of the wicked
Twist of the known
Procreation of the wicked
"Mysteries of perversity"
"I've killed this old man, because he limped
I've done it because he shouldn't have to do it"
If god raised the abyss - you'd procreate your own
Abolism of death is - Abolism of life
Evidence of infinity
Procreation of the wicked
Twist of the known
Procreation of the wicked
4. Return to the Eve
Dreaming eyes
Hope to return
As shadows fall onto
Distorted paths
Delivered from the fetters of light
Drifting back into my reality
The subconscious deprecates the day
In the twilight of my own intellect
Dull is my mind
Captive of illusion
Remaining awake
Is just dust
Take my soul away into the dark
Dreaming a thousand morbid dreams
No tomorrow when the wind caress my mind
Could I ever return, it would be my doom
Obsessed by the nightmare's sound
Drifting back into realms of chaos
Reality has become my dream
I'll be covered by the abyss' ground
An endless fall
Memories in the light
Frontiers of chaos
Return to the eve
5. Danse Macabre
6. Nocturnal Fear
Obscurity hides the plateau
Stars darkened at their place
Nanna's glowing above
Illuminates the silent scenery
Seven they are-Yeziti's Call
Aeon of night-Eager to prevail
From the mountains of dawn they cry
The call of the frantic god
From the womb of mother earth they scream
The wage of creation and sin
Seven they are-Yeziti's Call
Aeon of night-Eager to prevail
"The sleeping lord awakes
Tiamat pulls on her chains
The blind phantom rages
Azag-Thoth Howls
Vibrations at the black ethers edge
As nocturnal fear penetrates the land
Ecstatical celebrations at their zenith
The seven sharpen their claws"
Winds emerge from the east
Deep dark water moves
Even the cold moon eclipses
When they adore the dog-faced-beast
Seven they are-Yeziti's Call
Aeon of night-Eager to prevail
As they admit the infernal tide
The eye on the throne derides
The old gods and their tribes
In chaos Tiamat laughs pride.
Seven they are-Yeziti's Call
Aeon of night-Eager to prevail
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