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DIES IRAE LYRICS
"Sculpture of Stone" (2004)
1. Beyond All Dimensions
2. The Hunger
3. Unrevealed by Words
4. The Art of An Endless Creation
5. Trapped In the Emptiness
6. The Plague
7. The Oceans of Filth
8. The Beginning of Sin
9. Sculpture of Stone
1. Beyond All Dimensions
you, who come here
abandon all the hope
dare you look into the darkness?
in the land that spreads from
the edge of perception
and the worst nightmares
who are you to deny loathing?
you feel as the black wind
closes about you
with a lethal shroud
it emerges from the very darkness
to drain off your vital strength
you are our strength, our might
our breathing victuals
here is the key to the afterworld
dare you open those gates
to find the winding path
that leads through this realm
undiscovered since
the beggining of time
face the beings from beyond
all dimensions
them who bring insanity
are you ready to kill
or else this shall be your end
2. The Hunger
the moon shines bright
among the stars
deity among angels
unquestionable ruler
so bright, so cold, so endless
when it calls they obey
lunatic faceless creatures
mesmerized by its aura
blood boils in veins
shadows spy on their masters
strange scent in the air
betrays the pray to hunters
excitement sharpens senses
all shapes become clearer
time stops, the hunt begins
the hunger is appeased
hypnotic trans gives
in narcotic extasy
calms down
the wrath within
lazy indifference
drunk eyes seem blind
yet watching
things that
are not really there
again moon shines
among stars
deity among angels
unquestionable ruler
so bright, so majestic
again it calls they obey
hypnotized by its aura
time stops, the hunt begins
3. Unrevealed by Words
at times, as you look
into the void
she glares at you too
reveals her true face
the face unrevealed
by words
nor with gestures
is it shown
the face with no feelings,
expression, abyss, chaos,
pain and anguish
at times, when you look
into the darkness
you shall see the face
of your own
and fear shall swallow
your soul
and there cries your being
your entrails are twisted
in pain
your blood turns
into a flowing fire
your mind fades
into oblivion
4. The Art of An Endless Creation
they were drawn nigh by void,
by abyss, tranquillity, heat,
demise and silence
the perfect order of death
the angels of illusion
ready for creation
the grand show
of the universe
for great are the forces
of fusion and flames
there, where the bitter fear ends
where power grows in strength
for open are the goblets of despair
and the circlet made of thorns
here, in the caves, where
the illusion and freedom fade
and from their hands
a fire shall spring
and craft the suns
the angels of illusion
in the act of making
the art of an endless creation
for great are the forces
of fusion and flames
from their hands
a fire shall spring
the suns and the worlds
united in fire
shall last until
the next creation
5. Trapped In the Emptiness
every droplet of blood
measures the time of the world
trapped in the emptiness
of the humanity's ignorance
demons driven by hunger
craving for human's fear
they linger by the edge of terror
aware of their time drawing nigh
cruel is the time, its passing slow
as a wide listless river
in its gloomy deeps, it drowns
the pathetic lives
of the pitiful beings
whose kingdom shall reign?
when the demons
swallow the world
who shall reign the dead?
for whom the dead,
empty minds?
6. The Plague
have you ever had the feeling
how unnatural, bizarre
and daunting is the fact
that you live,
that you breathe,
move, and speak and eat,
excrete. how absurd.
perversion, grossness
of the warm
body, spit, blood, bile
they all circulate
in the soft organs.
put your hand to your chest
what is there?
what beats there?
oh, gods,
this is unbearable!
disgust and revulsion,
tear it all out,
destroy it, and stop it,
return to the earth
let it be gone, all that
should not be, let the plague,
the one plague named life,
carried forth as a lethal disease
dissapear forever and after.
7. The Oceans of Filth
in a moral embrace
the giants are met,
fighting for dominion
I am the jugde and the end
and death I became,
destruction of all the worlds
when the time is ripe
I shall spit out
the plague from my guts
I am the day that passed
the eternal frost of your soul
the final cry of the fading life
shall the universe bear for all times
into the black void's infinity
to be the warning for other deities
I am the day that passed
future is my mother
and dusk is my father
I am the eternal frost of your soul
united with chaos
all-knowing and ruthless
I am the judge and the end
the destruction of the worlds
I am the day that passed
the eternal frost of your soul
the oceans of filth
shall dim the glow of all the suns
8. The Beginning of Sin
look - come
close your eyes and hold your thought
take it, claim for yourself
tis yours, the slaves know it well
seek - it's there
yet you shall not find it
your eyes are blinded
you are weak and fragile
the truth slays abruptly
rip your eyes out - the beggining of sin
touch - feel the infinity
yet you have your hand no more
pain and torment are the comprehension
do you want to last? or know?
after all, you exist no more...
9. Sculpture of Stone
forlorn, inert being
on a dessert, placed
in the gloom of feelings
blown away by the searing wind
borne on the breath of hell
a being that shows nothing anymore
desolate, empty as a sculpture of stone
a sign of an end to all that's passing away
emptiness, from bareness into void
all the thoughts and feelings
once enclosed within her
blown away by the searing wind
blustering with wrath
cadaver withered to ash
blown away into the history dust
her own, already forgotten
never written down, unknown
death is a faceless one
no time nor space exist
the forlorn, inert being
wanes as an illusion from a dream
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