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DEPRESY LYRICS
"Sighting" (1999)
1. Sighting (Ceremonial Magic)
2. Lunar Spell
3. The Antichrist's Philosophy
4. Monumental Jeremaid of Dismay
5. The Forest Below the Midnight Shadow
6. In Multam Noctem - Nocturnal Blackness
7. Tale of Dust
8. Spiritual Obscure Mysteries
1. Sighting (Ceremonial Magic)
When moon rises high; when violates the sky
and stars on his shroud are dragged to follow him
The time has come to touch the mystery
through spell symbols so can peer to eternity
Candlelight, frozing shadow, the magic power of words,
Destruction of the veil of logic and of stupid human rules
Always is reason, there is no chance
There is no place for weak ones
Ceremonial magic, symbolic death is real
I hunger for the bath in the pool of your blood
in ache you will meet the pleasure of redemption
I am a fiery amulet on your breast
cauterized wound of the knowledge
An echo of ancient laments, mysterious breeze of knowledges
Power of mighties never seen by an eye
for which you dissolve as shadow eternal
Not whoever is allowed to peer...
Ceremonial magic, taste your own pain !
When moon rises high; when violates the sky
and stars on his shroud are dragged to follow him
The time has come to touch the mystery
through spell symbols so can peer to eternity
2. Lunar Spell
Abused by lunar delirium
I rise along the marbled stairs
Smelling heavy breath of must
I know I am not in the realm of dreams
What leads my steps into these scenes ?
The creech of massive oaken doors and
through the body permeats the strength of supernature
An energy materialised in fear
as olden as very prime itself...
Abused by lunar delirium
I rise along the marbled stairs
Smelling heavy breath of must
I know I am not in the realm of dreams
What leads my steps into these scenes ?
The rooms ornamented by the cobwebbed shrouds
Heavy crimson curtains soaked with silence
The place, where hope is buried in flues
where strange tales are revived in lunar sigh
Time of Lunar spells
By terribleness driven, by moonlight wheedled
I hear the voices from the abysses of ancient worlds
wishful to unveil the silent beauty of the night
I want to touch the cult of blood with heart
to fill up the goblet of knowledge
to accept gift of timeless life
to be a wanderer not enchained by time
There is a purity in the dying, the yearning for a new birth
It's time of Lunar spells
Abused by lunar delirium
I rise along the marbled stairs
Smelling heavy breath of must
I know I am not in the realm of dreams
What leads my steps into these scenes ?
The rooms ornamented by the cobwebbed shrouds
Heavy crimson curtains soaked with silence
The place, where hope is buried in flues
where strange tales are revived in lunar sigh
Time of Lunar spells
3. The Antichrist's Philosophy
Beyond the window of your thoughts
from deepest shadows of the waste swamps
by the eyes of whitebeard to the espied space,
oasis of silence, that crystal beauty of solitude, I gaze
I am an opened book, mind including of all
a desire fleshed in knowledge
An uncovered spring accessible to each
Majestic shrine so distant for that who don't see
Not everybody can enter to the hall of infrequent
where is allowed to peer into itself
Profoundness is denied to the blind
can't be understood without the self-belief
In your weakness you're seeking the god
The cause of your spiritual torments is material
Don't willing to see, don't want to hear
You're vain and I despise with ye
The gates are agape opened
Is permitted to come in who opens the eyes
Finished will be roaming on the wrong paths
I am an uncovered spring accessible to each
Majestic shrine so distant for that who don't see
I won't weep for your blindness
I am the one that will forgive myself
Not everybody can enter to the hall of infrequent
where is allowed to peer into itself
4. Monumental Jeremaid of Dismay
5. The Forest Below the Midnight Shadow
I fear the light, I was always loving night
thus don't douse the stars for the piece of morning
Dark night-the muse of my words
I walk through the sombre forest with her, robed in silence
To pass the land of woods, where moon touches cold stones with his lips
Where whir of water is heard, that shriek which springs from decaying rocks
Words cannot represent what thought looses
so let be led and hear
The forest below the midnight shadow, the trees will spread their shroud
It is time of spell beginning, of merger with eternal world of darkness
We are the children of the darkness seducted by the light
Moon and stars, our lives are in them
Nothing but deep forest, the domination of wooden soul
hides unbound beauty of shattered dreams
Passion is eternal, the forest below the midnight shadow
by roots chained never-dying dream
Wood imperium, great and beautiful
life and belief drowned in the chilly night
I fear the light, I was always loving night
thus don't douse the stars for the piece of morning
Dark night-the muse of my words
I walk through the sombre forest with her, robed in silence
To pass the land of woods, where moon touches cold stones with his lips
Where whir of water is heard, that shriek which springs from decaying rocks
Words cannot represent what thought looses
so let be led and hear
Passion is eternal, the forest below the midnight shadow
by roots chained never-dying dream
Wood imperium, great and beautiful
life and belief drowned in the chilly night
6. In Multam Noctem - Nocturnal Blackness
You have the wings, which rain can't drench
and still they are trembling beneath the touches of stars
In the massive chords of insane sounds
you are speaking to god, who doesn't see you
Alone with your pain under guard-sheath of the night
Joined by mysterious singing of nocturnal birds
From the light beams to the shadows of the stars
when night is still vernal
Dissapointed by the light in the abysses of dreams
Blackness shadow, uprised angel walking to the dark
You are the Lord of dusk but yet you shine
fervent heart vestured by the night
Alone with your pain under guard-sheath of the night
Joined by mysterious singing of nocturnal birds
From the light beams to the shadows of the stars
when night is still vernal
You emerge uprose from the darkness of your heart
from life's sorrow, above the upland of glory
You have the wings, which rain can't drench
and still they are trembling beneath the touches of stars
You emerge uprose from the darkness of your heart
from life's sorrow, above the upland of glory
You are the Lord of dusk but yet you shine
fervent heart vestured by the night
Alone with your pain under guard-sheath of the night
Joined by mysterious singing of nocturnal birds
You have the wings, which rain can't drench
and still they are trembling beneath the touches of stars
In the massive chords of insane sounds
you are speaking to god, who doesn't see you
7. Tale of Dust
We are sooth great in our scruffiness
never can be butterfly altered to eagle
Thousand of subsistences
so blind and vainglorious
We are just a grain of sand
carried by the wind in the vast desert
We are falling into the void of our pride
The light of wisdom is hidden from the sight
astral world's gates are still closed
Imprisoned by our material existence
we are loosing the wings of spiritual being
"We are sooth great in our scruffiness"
Peer into your heart
and your eyes will see.
Lot of things are between the heaven and the earth, there
but just abiding ones can understand
We are doomed to live in darkness
so "Long life to the new King !"
8. Spiritual Obscure Mysteries
In the times of ancient prophecies
when the taught found its tangibility
The eternal tale, beautiful in darkness,
born in the dusk begun
On the wings of storm, in the dark clear night
the land is trembling, bird of prey yells
Neigh of horses savaged by abhorrence
beyond the limits of earboundaries rises the paining wail
The last sabre of beams melting in tortures
day is dying and his mastery's might
Moon has flowered in the lament of sun
and purple dream, so falls the night
Under the forest walls; the knight nocturnal
by vesture shrouds the land into the awe
The nomad by sadness wandering in time
Arcane herald of misfortune
Temple of pain, strong and alone
the kingdom of shadow where no forgiveness is
Temple of pain, strong and alone
emperor of evil dreams, spiritual darkness
He cuts the clouds on a black horse
His sword's splendour; seems to be eternal
Within ourselves everyone bear
the origin of our misery
Temple of pain, strong and alone
the kingdom of shadow where no forgiveness is
Temple of pain, strong and alone
emperor of evil dreams, spiritual darkness
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