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CIRCLE OF GRIEF LYRICS
"Enter the Gallery" (2004)
1. Reign of Misery
2. The Gallery
3. Apocalyptic Rays
4. Sons of Darkness
5. Days of the Falconer
6. Untold Fantasies
7. Gnade
8. Jekyll or Hyde
9. The Nameless One
1. Reign of Misery
Out of the dark, into the night,
All that I see, misery reigns...
Down in the dungeons of torture and hate,
Far from the valleys of fortune and fate,
I have seen the moon arising high
In the distance of the night.
As we have suffered since ages ago,
No one to save us, we're facing the storm.
Our paradise was cast in flames,
Endless misery shall reign.
Far from the sea, shining in the night,
All that I see: Reign of misery.
Down in the dungeons of torture and hate,
Far from the valleys of fortune and fate,
I have seen the moon arising high
In the distance of the night.
Still we will suffer when the earth will be gone,
No need to save us, we're torn by the storm.
Our paradise was cast in flames,
Endless misery shall reign.
Far from the sea, shining in the night,
All that I see: Reign of misery.
From the darkest sea, oh, hear them crying in the night,
I see them riding on the wings of desperation.
2. The Gallery
Moonlight is falling through the trees,
Alone, desperate and lost.
The gates are opening for me,
Entrance the twilight of the spheres.
I whitnessed a light and the shadows were growing inside,
See the sadness arise, the darkness controlling my mind.
Slowly the path is winding on
Into the moonlight of the sky,
The fear is growing within me,
So cold, my mind is lead astray.
I whitnessed a light and the shadows were growing inside,
See the sadness arise, the darkness controlling my mind.
And as the clouds unfold,
Devouring my emotions... Ascarion...
The darkness is yearning for my soul...
The torture... arrival... gallery...
My... my soul is drawn inside... the gallery...
And as I look beyond the gates
I see reflections of myself.
What will be left when I am gone?
My flesh that's rotting on the ground...
I whitnessed a light and the shadows were growing inside,
See the sadness arise, the darkness controlling my mind.
3. Apocalyptic Rays
Down from the sky with a thundering sound,
The heavens tear open, the clouds disappear,
Burn in the fire of venomous light,
Visions fade, our end is near.
Apocalyptic rays will devastate us all,
Apocalyptic rays, devouring your soul.
Our earth has endured this torturing,
All the failures and all the blindness,
The destruction, the wars, the suffering,
Our mother was left in darkness.
Erase our lives in the glimpse of an eye,
Our fragile existence is wasted away,
You hear the cries from the blistering throats,
This is our final day.
Apocalyptic rays will devastate us all,
Apocalyptic rays, devouring your soul.
As as I wander through the wasted lands
The blood of mankind stains on my hands.
Your God has left you in ruin and demise,
Lost and forgotten... you die!
4. Sons of Darkness
We walked the heavens, we went through the deepest hell
And from the ashes we will rise.
And in the darkness, where the light is never seen,
Your pounding blood will be my sacrifice.
We have united with lack of talent here
To bring our evil upon you,
The rite's completed, don't dare to speak our name,
Or can't you just pronounce Arsghasdphyxdmus?
Gathering the sons of darkness,
Unholy evil is our game,
Raping Christ and burning churches,
And all the lyrics are the same.
You signed the deal now, what you are dreaming of:
Your face on every zine's page.
You think you're famous, you're spitting arrogance,
We simply cannot stand this fucking rage.
Gathering the sons of darkness,
Unholy evil is our game,
Burning Christ and raping churches,
Yet, every riff is still the same.
Ready to start our evil warfare,
But we're taken from the stage,
Logically, there's just one reason:
6 + 6 + 6 is not yet our age.
Now all is over, the stage is laid to waste
And all the slaughering is done.
We go to bed now with our lullaby
And dream to be an evil one, too.
5. Days of the Falconer
Wandering in the forest of the night,
Have you seen the stalking shadows?
Hiding there, forgotten by the light
And the crown of the ancient times.
As the moon is rising gently,
See the creatures creeping out of the dark.
As the light is slowly dying,
Hearken to our words.
Listen to the tales of forgotten times,
Days of the falconer,
Telling all the sins of a man who lived long ago,
Listen to the songs of the ancient bards,
Days of the falconer,
Hiding in the shadows he had vengeance in his mind.
Sending out all his mighty birds of prey,
Rising with the screams of vengeance,
Soaring high through the everlasting dark
And the clouds in the solemn sky.
As you see the raves flying,
You can hear the voices of nevermore
And the wings of the night embracing
Slowly the misty plains.
Listen to the tales of forgotten times,
Days of the falconer,
Telling all the sins of a man who lived long ago,
Listen to the songs of the ancient bards,
Days of the falconer,
Hiding in the shadows he had vengeance in his mind.
And again you can see ascending
All the mighty creatures in endless grace.
As the king is slowly dying,
Hearken to our words.
Listen to the tales of forgotten times,
Days of the falconer,
Telling all the sins of a man who lived long ago,
Listen to the songs of the ancient bards,
Days of the falconer,
Hiding in the shadows he had vengeance in his mind.
In the light of early morning, rising up their wings...
Sending out the falcon in the everlasting sky,
He is standing in the shadows, in the forest of the night,
He'll be hunting for his victims in another day...
I see the ravens flying, I see the ravens fly,
I see them flying on another day...
6. Untold Fantasies
Shining in the darkest night,
Who keeps the flames of the fires burning
Brightly in the darkest night?
Who keeps the flames of the fires burning bright?
I've seen with my own eyes
All the fantasies untold,
So raise your voice and
Join me in our singing of the darkest night.
Who keeps the flames of the fires burning
Brightly in the darkest night?
Who keeps the flames of the fires burning?
Bards around the fire,
Dwelling in the distant night,
Who can keep the flames
Burning in the darkness?
Bards around the fire,
Rhymes of untold fantasies,
Telling of dark ages and the sorrow of the day.
7. Gnade
In Lumpen gekleidet, in seinen Mantel gerollt,
So schlief er in den Gassen, das Pech war ihm hold,
Vor etlichen Jahren, ein angesehener Mann,
Doch Krankheit und Tod ihm alles nahm.
Das Weib und die Kinder raffte es dahin,
Sein Hof war verschuldet, man enteignete ihn,
Vergehend vor Hunger, zum Krüppel gemacht,
So ward er gezwungen zu stehlen jede Nacht.
Sie hatte noch nicht viele Sommer gesehn,
Von kindlicher Reinheit, sie war so schön,
Aus einfachem Hause, ein Bauernkind,
An dem die Spuren der Liebe nicht vorbeigegangen sind.
Schon bald sah man an ihrem Gewand,
Dass unter ihrem Herz ein neues Leben entstand,
Für eine Nacht mit des Königs Sohn,
Der Kerker und der Tod, das war ihr Lohn.
Die letzten Stunden, die letzte Nacht,
Im Morgengrauen zum Dorfplatz gebracht,
Zur Fratze entstellt, des Henkers Gesicht,
Gnade gewährt man ihr nicht.
Ein Schaudern geht durch ihre Glieder,
Sie senkt den Blick zur Erde hernieder,
Man wird sie hängen, es gibt kein zurück,
Bald baumelt der leblose Körper am Strick,
Gnade gewährt man ihr nicht,
Gnade gewährt man ihr nicht!
Als Sohn eines Bauern kam ich auf die Welt,
Ich hatte keinen Besitz, ich hatte kein Geld.
Als junger Bursche zog ich durch das Land,
Zum Verhängnis wurde mir was ich dabei fand.
"Das ist die Liebe meines Lebens!" kam es mir in den Sinn
Und ohne zu denken gab ich mich den Gefühlen hin.
Es widersprach den guten Sitten und auch der Moral,
Ich aber hörte auf mein Herz, alles andre war egal.
Die letzten Stunden, die letzte Nacht,
Im Morgengrauen zum Dorfplatz gebracht,
Zur Fratze entstellt, des Henkers Gesicht,
Gnade gewährt man mir nicht.
Ein Schaudern geht durch meine Glieder,
Ich senke den Blick zur Erde hernieder,
Man wird mich hängen, es gibt kein zurück,
Bald baumelt mein lebloser Körper am Strick,
Gnade gewährt man mir nicht,
Gnade gewährt man mir nicht!
Doch eines Tages wird das Blatt sich wenden,
Denn irgendwann wird euer Leben enden.
Vor der Himmelspforte werdet ihr dann stehn
Und jämmerlich winselnd um Gnade flehn.
Hinab zum Fürsten der Dunkelheit werdet ihr verbannt,
Euer Körper geschunden, eure Haut verbrannt,
Ihr erleidet bis in alle Ewigkeit grausame Qualen,
So werdet ihr Menschen für alles bezahlen.
Die letzten Stunden, die letzte Nacht,
Im Morgengrauen zum Dorfplatz gebracht,
Zur Fratze entstellt, des Henkers Gesicht,
Gnade gewährt man euch nicht.
Ein Schaudern geht durch eure Glieder,
Ihr senkt den Blick zur Erde hernieder,
Man wird euch hängen, es gibt kein zurück,
Bald baumeln die leblosen Körper am Strick,
Gnade gewährt man euch nicht,
Gnade gewährt man euch nicht!
8. Jekyll or Hyde
Last night I came to the end
Of a very long journey,
As for months now I've been engaged
In the dryest kind of study.
But last night all the barriers fell before me,
I have made a great breakthrough...
Carrying another person within myself,
I brought it out, I set it free.
Good or evil? Black or white?
Jekyll or Hyde?
Which one will I be?
Haven't you ever wished
For a completely new life?
Suppose you were able to do
Whatever you wanted,
Without consequences and no regrets.
Do you know who I am?
Carrying another person within myself,
I brought it out, I set it free.
Good or evil? Black or white?
Jekyll or Hyde?
Which one will I be?
Which one will be my fate?
A cruel trick it was to take his life
And leave me behind to suffer.
I found out how to ensure
What I had always wanted:
To be the knife as well as the wound.
I wanted the night and here it is...
Carrying another person within myself,
I brought it out, I set it free.
Good or evil? Black or white?
Jekyll or Hyde?
Which one will I be?
Which one will be my fate?
There is no turning back, too late.
9. The Nameless One
Once upon a time, the cross arising,
Coming from the shadows of the flames.
Once upon a time, the templars riding
To the gates of Jerusalem.
Oh see them prowling on the plains,
A flash of lightning strikes again,
The sun has darkened and the icy winds blow cold.
Lead by the spirit of the One,
We hail the unforgiven son
To seek our victory, to bathe in christian blood.
They are striking in their battle
Down the faithless with their steel.
Bless the children of the darkness,
Never, to no one they will kneel.
So do you hear the battlecry?
Blessed by the nameless One am I,
My blade is cutting through the unbelieving flesh.
Fierce is the iron in my hand,
We're armed for our final stand,
In fear and agony our enemies shall die.
Once upon a time, the cross arising,
Coming from the shadows of the flames.
Once upon a time, the templars riding
To the gates of Jerusalem.
They are striking in their battle
Down the faithless with their steel.
Bless the children of the darkness,
Never, to no one they will kneel.
And with the drowning sun,
The fallen bodies wasted,
They claim their victory
Of honour and of faith.
As they are gathered here,
The moon arising slowly,
A fair young maid to be
Their master's sacrifice.
On the hills they are standing proud,
Looking up to the sky above,
Praise their lord for his endless grace
And the death of all their enemies.
This is the end of all hope,
This is the end of your world.
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