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DIVINA ENEMA LYRICS
"At The Conclave" (2000)
1. Gargoyles Ye Rose Aloft
2. Down Along the Roots
3. The Holy Holt
4. Nigthmare
5. Holy Forever
6. The Darkest Hour
1. Gargoyles Ye Rose Aloft
Peter:
In weary lust they have been sate o'er aisle
Seem to be screaming:
Demons:
Come we will - Stranger! Stay for a while...
You will be our capture - why won't you be...
Peter:
So the dome is assailed by deviltry
Demons:
Virulence 'thro abominable sight
Come we will
Ye wait!
Tremendous ae!
Peter:
They frown upon earth and earth's centuries
Here the gargoyle's high above mighty kings
The beast has outdone 'em so she's got to wheeze
Lay wallow in cloudy skies - watch 'em if you please
I was sick and tired of blear and rainy day
so I did decide to have my rest that way:
In spite of ostensible spat in my heart
I sat at the pulpit in hall breathing hard
Demons as gargoyles:
What would you say if we asked you
to remain here
until the time when days and nights are over -
and then... come we will!
Did you not e'er happen to feel
as if you had lived somewhere formerly
and long ago?
And now you do discover
you're looking at something
you had seen long, long ago
Peter:
I've lost the track of time.
Wild slumber swept away 'em all.
Foamy fog is upon the woe-stained floor,
pale gleam of silver chandeliers,
obscure and delusive chants -
have run over the choirs
so slow...
Arthur:
...Hence your virtuous mass
shall be almost like the sacred grove
where GOD himself does dwell and reign
among such saints which all you have become!
Peter:
The last one I heard:
Arthur:
Sow the seed of the faith
deep into your hearts and lay open the gates
do lead towards the skies - there's the only device
that does promise place for you in paradise!
Peter:
I was falling asleep so I did close my eyes...
I was assailed by the spectre of beast;
Lay waste all those charges 'cause I can't resist:
I was obsessed by the shadow of noose;
Take away your husk - I cannot refuse...
Oze:
Insidious grove! And you shall have
your wooden scales for your very own!
Peter:
It seems to me I won't suffer this a-waiting for...
Demons as gargoyles:
As the darkness doth ravish the light wi' delight
sae deceit decimateth all the devoted minds.
Chase the moribund rays of that desperate dawn -
blood-red hues
that ye're hunting among for the crown
ye had ne'er had - and probably never ye will...
Ae hath ne'er been belonging to yer majesty!
But... ye believe that they will
reveal the unreal,
the forces they hold
and the power they steal!
Peter:
Bemoan the lust of life with me!
Bewail their gloomy destiny!
Oze:
Just beware their bicker!
Of this ae... I don't care!
Caacrinolaas:
Well, ye lay bar those wooden gates!
Oze:
Run outwards the reality!
Over the yawning deep...
Both in chorus:
Where as ye sow so shall ye reap!
Peter:
Each one received,
swallowed and sipped
of that holy host'
"body" and "blood" -
wafer and vine...
You'll do as divine
when yield shall arise;
when you get Eucharist!
It seemed to me then...
They swallowed and sipped
instead of that holy host'
wafer and vine
only acorns and water....
like in sleepy nightmare!
All seemed to me then
"He seems to be dead!"
Lo! Whole vortex appears
drawing all wicked things:
whining demons and imps
there is nothing to seize!
They reflowed forth again
beating their wings in vain,
snarling; no one is to blame;
but it's true all the same!
This bout mire before me spread forth the abyss
so the heaven e'en seemed to be
on the verge of tears.
Were I asked what I'd seen
through the veil of that mist:
thick and grey one had covered swamps
with its quilt,
and the silence -
dead one did howl so through my ears
that I hardly could hear - I should probably say:
Almost nothing I felt through that torture but pain,
but that ominous emptiness did whirl me away...
As it seemed to me then -
far away from my corpse!
So that night swam before me - it turned out to be
one in which the moon barely shone over the sea
of that desolate gloom 'n hardly anything was
seen but blue marsh lights were skipping about
in the swamps.
And quagmire before me spread forth the abyss....
O'er that dark one a rather small stump
met my sight
sticking out from the earth, remnant of rotten trunk
of a tree that had grown o'er that deep long ago,
and roots spreading throughout this one
like mighty snakes,
twisted roots reaching downwards into that bog,
as if there to quench
their blind and desperate thirst...
Met my sight deep
and roots simply hanging in the air.
Arthur:
Behold his holy holt anon...
Peter:
But I shall be dead long before
everything will have become clear to me...
I have never heard such improper song
e'en though incredible call it ye will !
Demons as gargoyles:
Call us inscrutable!
Then all the things of that sort shall cease!
Call 'em incredible;
wood or stone... and bog if you please!
Which guise do you prefer?
Whose scales do you mean to be the chosen one?
Caacrinolaas:
You had better petrify!
Why won't you try to deify your way?
2. Down Along the Roots
Caacrinolaas:
Expel the conscience of yours merely!
And incense will seem to be reaching the stars!
In stampede miserable deviltry is!
Demons in chorus:
Oh, they are!
Peter:
Suddenly a wind arose behind me
pushing me ahead...
Something cold came running down my face -
Deep down I fell.
Shadows cast by the stones cowered the ground,
something dark lay in the grass.
There's distant gnarly grove ahead
with tangled gloomy trunks and branches -
unlike they are and yet also much akin...
Dome community:
He indeed seems to be dead!
He seems to be dead!
He did recline his head so strange.
'Twas very kind of him
if he would have passed away
somewhere else but here!
That maid in black has rather poor taste!
Oh yes! She does!'
Oze:
That was all meant for your good:
you'll be alive, being buried root by root!
You don't believe the demons
so shall they accost to you?
Caacrinolaas:
Now listen to their wings' howl:
crows sense a corpse from afar
Dome community:
He indeed seems to be dead!
Why won't you have a look at him?
Oze:
Let me cease all that stuff:
I can race where no roads are!
I can abduct - through deceit in sign I'll come
while wretched and grim grimaces
can hardly be seen through dust.
Through the dust my flame will show its tongue
but there's no word to throw,
through the mist you could have seen my eyes,
don't you think they belong to foe?
They as thine belong to thee...
Oh thy broken entity
which thou shalt have to lose...
Caacrinolaas:
...riding it into mysterious loneliness
you have searched for!
Enter halls - having passed by doors -
by the wooden mouth does beget nothing
but carrion!
There is but only venomous kiss
to drop down from these bitter lips!
There is but only wicked smile
to pass your torture by when you'll be die-
dying, wringing your hands in some kind of despair!
Let the spirit leave that jail - the lair!
Both in chorus:
Leave your lair -
and rise your demons up into the air!
Leave your lair -
then let them bound deep into the ground!
Leave your lair -
let waving soil just now begin to boil!
Screaming, howling, looking for our future victim -
why wont you abet our swarm?
Oze:
I appear to serve you but ne'ertheless
I'll get what I am after!
I appear to kneel to you -
the devil knows what this is all about!
Oze on the right:
So to the devil with your soul!
Caacrinolaas on the left:
Something dark lay in the grass!
Oze:
Have you ne'er noticed
what an unpleasant sight is a person eating?
So you called the imp
while the expression of fiery eyes
showed a markedly increased voluptuousness.
Peter:
Low dark clouds were slowly creeping on
to meet our cavalcade,
leaden strips of rain came slanting down at us.
The sky's array became filled with dark,
a feeble streak of lightning flashed in distance
and no sooner did I see
sudden light torn night asunder
than an ocean of cold water fell hard,
pouring down on me.
And the night was as dark as soot
I couldn't see my fingers even.
Oze:
I am to be your demon!
Now I show the path where immortality's to dwell!
I am to be your demon...
Now!
Peter:
Were I there I would not have been lost
in burning pits of hell
Caacrinolaas speaking in as cross a voice
as he could manage:
Well, try to invent your own reality to dwell among...
You're slowly going down,
not knowing what a deuce you forgot...
Nevertheless don't you admire the view?
Oze:
For no one did expect indeed
what a nice bird you turned out to be!
What then is there to regret...
Caacrinolaas:
...e'en though I am on the verge of tears
Oze:
So this way that'll never do
to be alive among such gloom!
Caacrinolaas:
So what then is left to regret about -
lay waste your fear!
You'd better leave all your graves to the dead -
let us fly and disappear among the chaos!
Among the chaos you ride the demons -
we shall ride the beast tonight:
Satan, Satan he was named -
Satan was he named!
And who will be chained?
Answer now, as we'll beget
his proper place among the death;
the mysterious loneliness among the...
DEAD!
Peter:
And that night was as dark as soot
I couldn't see my fingers even.
Oze:
I am to be your demon
Now I show the path where dull reality's to dwell
I am to be your demon...
Caacrinolaas:
Now tell again about your feelings
as being penalised...
Oze:
So I wish you were not quite so deaf
I've had to ask you twice'
Peter:
It was not 'til one of them reminded the others
that they brought me the key
so they asked me not to be so blind
as wooden brotherhood
Caacrinolaas:
That will make your feathers fly -
don't take offence -
but IT came across your traces
A little do I wish!
You'll get much more than even devil has...
Lo! Something dark lies in the grass!
Do step down the flame!
Into the bog does burn and shine in darkness
blazing from inside so heavenly - divinity it has...
or else - something dark lies in the grass!
3. The Holy Holt
The Holy Holt:
The end is near! Time nears the end:
the utmost foe is dead!
Consume his flesh and sip his blood.
Belch then: 'time nears the end...'
From furtive hole his blood shed forth -
none cares of misty source
of shady wood with its foliage-streams
rush rolling forth the vaults
Caym:
Our utmost foe is to be gone to rack and ruin!
Now - we'll destroy his path has been created
in such devious way!
We'll shred apart array
of his false prophets led our flock astray!
The Holy Holt:
How should they know?
Caym:
Destroy them! Destroy them!
The Holy Holt:
Time nears the end!
Caym:
Their scripts proved to be utterly crooked!
The Holy Holt:
They will clear away all your memories!
They will confound your limbs with deadly disease!
Only they will march with you hand in hand
to derail your dreams -
behold them nearing the end!
The end is near! Decline appeared
to reign obliquely among the kings!
Caym:
But to no avail! It's not e'en insane and sick -
dead on the contrary.
Its head is nowhere to be found -
it even cannot speak so gear it up as horse!
Oze:
To be exact its corpse!
And if you please exert yourself to ride this trunk!
The Holy Holt:
Our GOD prefers to dwell among the ruins
thus he does reveal his orifice obliquely!
Dilapidated mill shows no arrogance;
We will make up our mind
to be akin those sacred trees!
To dwell in silent grove!
Amid the trees with shining leaves and fruits!
Admire this sacred grove!
Make up your mind
to be as complaisant as you can!
Caym:
Oh please avoid imprudent wishes
to know the way our savior rose to be reborn!
The Holy Holt:
We are not daunted by such distance!
We'll ride our horses toward clouds
in defiance of roaring storm!
Caym:
All alone!
From ruin tomb in a forgotten land
seen through the eyes of the dead!
The Holy Holt:
All alone!
From ruin tomb in a forgotten land...
Caacrinolaas:
So there is nothing for it but to do your best
to be dead!
Peter:
How shall I be...
My demon, show me the way!
How shall I turn to dust...
My demon,
show me the way I can abet your swarm
The Holy Holt:
Time nears the end!
Time nears the end!
He has done this alone; all alone!
From a ruin tomb in a forgotten land.
He'll ne'er be dead!
Oze:
All alone he escaped myriad
of those spluttering saints!
He left them all not resentful but dead!
All alone he came softly up behind -
no one sow,
no one heard gloating over the senseless corpse...
He has done this alone; all alone!
Fallen one leaves no victim undone!
But no one ever knows
how did he strive showing to demons their ways!
Strove to survive for, there was so much at stake!
Time nears the end! Time nears the end!
Caacrinolaas:
Deep down thy art thou goest,
painting thy dauby picture
looks like hell but does the same not a dreg!
For prancing w-horse of yours,
only ill-gotten creatures,
so they ought to be ill-spent!
(so they say in either case)
Shine on brighter than the sun anon
chasing your hoax-horizons,
denizens of boggy path you've searched for,
meant not to be led astray in anyway...
Never...
Oze:
Never... never...
The Holy Holt:
He found his way into his kingdom
Caym:
As one would expect -
he's left the gloomy wood for grove!
The Holy Holt:
He found his way into the heaven!
Again we have got our lord in his place high above!
All alone!
From ruin tomb in a forgotten land
seen through the eyes of the dead!
All alone!
From ruin tomb in a forgotten land
you came so gloriously to be (dead) the only One!
Caacrinolaas:
For, fallen angels leave no victims;
no their remains e'en:
thus appear the hand of fallen one
...to turn his concubine into the ruins
and reign and rule among the ruins he has done!
The Holy Holt entering Sacred Grove:
We have done this alone; all alone!
Caym:
...through the sweet Eucharist of these trees!
Brothers do taste their gifts!
The Holy Holt:
Holy oaks!
You've been meant by our lord for us -
like sacred trees.
Give us your life with wisdom of yours!
It is not to be wondered at that
we are to become inaccessible for deadly curse!
We shall win!
With the acorn of life and religion inside
of our belly -
thus inside our mind!
Caym:
Have we possessed! We'll glorify all your ways!
Caacrinolaas:
And all his oaks (you nothing daunted possessed)!
Time nears the end! Time nears the end!
4. Nigthmare
The Holy Holt:
The end is near! Time nears the end:
the utmost foe is dead!
Consume his flesh and sip his blood.
Belch then: 'time nears the end...'
From furtive hole his blood shed forth -
none cares of misty source
of shady wood with its foliage-streams
rush rolling forth the vaults
Caym:
Our utmost foe is to be gone to rack and ruin!
Now - we'll destroy his path has been created
in such devious way!
We'll shred apart array
of his false prophets led our flock astray!
The Holy Holt:
How should they know?
Caym:
Destroy them! Destroy them!
The Holy Holt:
Time nears the end!
Caym:
Their scripts proved to be utterly crooked!
The Holy Holt:
They will clear away all your memories!
They will confound your limbs with deadly disease!
Only they will march with you hand in hand
to derail your dreams -
behold them nearing the end!
The end is near! Decline appeared
to reign obliquely among the kings!
Caym:
But to no avail! It's not e'en insane and sick -
dead on the contrary.
Its head is nowhere to be found -
it even cannot speak so gear it up as horse!
Oze:
To be exact its corpse!
And if you please exert yourself to ride this trunk!
The Holy Holt:
Our GOD prefers to dwell among the ruins
thus he does reveal his orifice obliquely!
Dilapidated mill shows no arrogance;
We will make up our mind
to be akin those sacred trees!
To dwell in silent grove!
Amid the trees with shining leaves and fruits!
Admire this sacred grove!
Make up your mind
to be as complaisant as you can!
Caym:
Oh please avoid imprudent wishes
to know the way our savior rose to be reborn!
The Holy Holt:
We are not daunted by such distance!
We'll ride our horses toward clouds
in defiance of roaring storm!
Caym:
All alone!
From ruin tomb in a forgotten land
seen through the eyes of the dead!
The Holy Holt:
All alone!
From ruin tomb in a forgotten land...
Caacrinolaas:
So there is nothing for it but to do your best
to be dead!
Peter:
How shall I be...
My demon, show me the way!
How shall I turn to dust...
My demon,
show me the way I can abet your swarm
The Holy Holt:
Time nears the end!
Time nears the end!
He has done this alone; all alone!
From a ruin tomb in a forgotten land.
He'll ne'er be dead!
Oze:
All alone he escaped myriad
of those spluttering saints!
He left them all not resentful but dead!
All alone he came softly up behind -
no one sow,
no one heard gloating over the senseless corpse...
He has done this alone; all alone!
Fallen one leaves no victim undone!
But no one ever knows
how did he strive showing to demons their ways!
Strove to survive for, there was so much at stake!
Time nears the end! Time nears the end!
Caacrinolaas:
Deep down thy art thou goest,
painting thy dauby picture
looks like hell but does the same not a dreg!
For prancing w-horse of yours,
only ill-gotten creatures,
so they ought to be ill-spent!
(so they say in either case)
Shine on brighter than the sun anon
chasing your hoax-horizons,
denizens of boggy path you've searched for,
meant not to be led astray in anyway...
Never...
Oze:
Never... never...
The Holy Holt:
He found his way into his kingdom
Caym:
As one would expect -
he's left the gloomy wood for grove!
The Holy Holt:
He found his way into the heaven!
Again we have got our lord in his place high above!
All alone!
From ruin tomb in a forgotten land
seen through the eyes of the dead!
All alone!
From ruin tomb in a forgotten land
you came so gloriously to be (dead) the only One!
Caacrinolaas:
For, fallen angels leave no victims;
no their remains e'en:
thus appear the hand of fallen one
...to turn his concubine into the ruins
and reign and rule among the ruins he has done!
The Holy Holt entering Sacred Grove:
We have done this alone; all alone!
Caym:
...through the sweet Eucharist of these trees!
Brothers do taste their gifts!
The Holy Holt:
Holy oaks!
You've been meant by our lord for us -
like sacred trees.
Give us your life with wisdom of yours!
It is not to be wondered at that
we are to become inaccessible for deadly curse!
We shall win!
With the acorn of life and religion inside
of our belly -
thus inside our mind!
Caym:
Have we possessed! We'll glorify all your ways!
Caacrinolaas:
And all his oaks (you nothing daunted possessed)!
Time nears the end! Time nears the end!
5. Holy Forever
Caacrinolaas:
My soul belongs to devil forever!
With devil forever so I sold my soul
ACT I. - HALLOWED BE THY DOME
The Holy Holt:
We deserve to be free!
Now we are all devoted to almighty entity!
Our god is so strong!
We observe your grandeur -
Your eternal essence...
To be true,
You bring forth shine of yours to us!
Caacrinolaas:
Oh, that hideous bonfire must be put out
and not lit again!
Caym:
Aye hallowed be thy flame!
The Holy Holt:
But there's no dome to enter,
There's no place where we can glorify
aye-splendid holy holt!
We deserve to be told,
to be blessed the same way
As you raise your hand to place your bless
o'er thine such faithful flock our mighty lord!
Caym:
Come you will! Share and reign!
We're to help to beautify you bright array!
Hence we're your slaves and this way - day by day!
Both Caym and Caacrinolaas (yet invisible):
Dome appears!
The towers rise!
You've been heard to enter all this splendour
and partake so proudly sacrifice
we perform!
It's your turn to enter new-born one
with chanting 'hallowed by thy dome'!
Caym:
Hence your virtuous mass
shall be almost like the sacred grove
(within these holy walls)
where GOD himself does dwell and reign
among such saints which all you have become!
Peter:
One by one white stars sprang forth
as the welkin turned to ghastly black!
'I will do as I see fit!'-
roared each one of the mass
nevertheless swarming forth the dome!
'I will do as I see fit!' -
all the holy holt aflame chanted
roaming forth the grey
dome!
ACT II. - UNDER LUCIFER'S UDDER
Peter:
Suddenly whole dome sunk into darkness,
all doors shut so close behind my back.
Feeling of curious kind
came creeping across my heart
ere I fainted and then
deep into the mire
breathing church came floating down
as a dark mighty wings, -
having thrown aside folds of grey-marble isle' gown:
casements all cracked being quite unable to resist
to that immense stream of soil
was like furious and perfidious beast;
broken glass all burst out laughing
with covetous myriad of pale-gleaming blades -
there's no escape as this was quite a narrow one
for all the prisoners of sacred grove!
'With devil forever -
howled poor fellows all around -
we're possessed of our god as Satan
having gone beyond the bounds of reason!' -
'That's season to feed bog with faithful meal' -
roared imp-vortex
uprooting those turning into tangled trees
to throw 'em towards me!
Down on your knees!
Howling, screeching, crying and screaming -
terror unhanded to usher and dance among
livid faces, bloody traces
they left upon fragrant and emerald grass so
both the curse and the benediction
mixed all in the whirlpool
of death and faith it performs -
there's no salvation -
there is no remorse to expect
midst the trees of that grove!
Caacrinolaas:
You deserve to feed quagmire,
worship god in devil' guise
you behold - the attire of a lonely star
yet paralysed your eyes
Oze:
Trust thou shalt
sink and bog down into that mire
to arise reborn in faith...
is bright as sun
so leave that lair of your nothingness
you did repudiate'
Caacrinolaas:
No word,
no sword,
no remorse
to expel eternal curse
placed hand hard o'er howling grove!
Oze:
Only the harmless can't but harm!
Though deceit in sign I'll come!
Press head hard 'gainst wooden wall:
to the devil with your soul!
His arm has grown long!
Caacrinolaas:
Not only faith but sprout
so bright - shall arise
its head and buds upon the ludicrous smiles -
guess who you really are?
Your sword belongs to shepherd's staff
he holds so tight!
Guess who you really are:
bride or scarlet whore?
Not only faith but sprout is so strong -
you're no more!
Not only bride in white but ludicrous whore...
Guess who you really are?
Not only acorn but whole oak shall appear!
Embryo of faith shall devil-up deep within!
Shall develop within!
There's no thing you used to see.
There's no angel to be free.
There's no prophet to be true.
There's no future waits for you!
Peter:
Nightmare has gone...
Arose from the soil the marble floor
under feet o' whole flock was reborn anew...
was about to soar
all over the mire;
could not but do its best in vain -
breathing pillars in screeching silence
filled all the dome...
again
Caacrinolaas:
Now behold as roots and branches struggle
trough their skin!
Natty vestments are all scales
now they're possessed of faith is deep within!
Pitch-dark night has flown adown
to seize crowds aback -
to reprove 'em and then to ransack
midst the grief' trees all in bloom,
beholding their aye unequalled virtue.
Oze:
Your lot might have been the same
but this did not seem likely to happen...
Yet the roots got entangled together
high above your head!
Caacrinolaas:
You deserve to feed quagmire!
Worship god in devil' guise
you behold - the attire of morning star
got paralysed your eyes
Oze:
Stay away! Behold that plunder
ere you sell your soul to GOD his due.
Time nears the end!
Caacrinolaas:
None the less you ought to be told:
there's no future waits for you!
ACT III. - WITH DEVIL FOREVER
Both Caacrinolaas and Oze:
Hast thou been becoming
more wooden than before
since the arrival of thine?
Dost thou feel like glorifying the ancient ae
because of this unrecognisable mime?
Caacrinolaas to Caym:
Thou art nothing but doomed stratum
of thine ever-sacred grove;
an object of derision thou hast fallen in so cruel love
with - and lo, how fond thou art of assuming
this immortal godly guise.
Enticing one -
to be alive aspiring to share such disguise!
Perplexed, thou stare at wooden masses -
try to guess or recognise...
To be exact -
we know but none hath it as yet realised!
Guess who they really are -
they stand before thee like opposite shore?
What did their modest company look like before?
But hardly knowing what thou didst
obsessively thou got opened wide the pits of hell
so made believe to worry our prophecies...
Trees all around thee...
the trees, the trees, the trees
Thou spread your wings, eager to see our fall -
We'll spread our wings,
eager to dive into the sea of the eternal... chaos!
We'll roar our rhymes,
eager to contradict thine song
in spite of all contorted smiles of thine!
We are to chase thee up 'till thou art dead!
We shall ride the beast of thine tonight!
Lo! Satan he was named.
We shall ride the beast tonight
O! Hold on to your head:
HE SEEMS TO BE DEAD!
HE SEEMS TO BE DEAD!
HE SEEMS TO BE DEAD!
6. The Darkest Hour
Caym:
With gesture I call you, O stranger unknown...
The Grove:
Ye nasty knight came wriggling down
among the tangled pillars
where's nothing to be done but hold your ground
thus hold on to your head!
Tell how ye move about
in spite of all the rules we've to attend to...
where the life does end?
Peter:
For, I was very anxious to be of use:
they wept and prayed for miserable hand
'All of you may treat me as a friend
- I said -
where the life does end'.
Caym:
Well, that's my fault,
for keeping my eyes open...
If I'd shut them tight up,
It would not have happened
my friend...
where the life does end'
If I only knew -
indeed! -
I wouldn't have been penalised!
Peter:
I had far better help you hadn't I?
Caym:
You'd better keep an open eye!
As ours, sooth to say, were nowhere to be found
and now we've lost 'em - we are blind!
Caacrinolaas:
They are gone! -
There is more evidence to come yet
...where the life does end!
Peter:
So he went on with closed eyes
and half forgotten grove he'd seen...
though he knew he had but to open them again
and all would change to dull reality.
Both with Caym:
If I only knew I wouldn't have been
so foolish penalised!
Caym:
And now we've got indeed
immortal and uncanny sight!
Quite liquid one for sleepless kin
with their forever watchful eye!
Behold them folded roaring,
swarming loudly in the dead of night!
Caacrinolaas:
Ye seem to be dead!
Ye have fed the vermin with
your foliage - that's the reason why ye weep!
Ye shall reveal
your skin's all 'round the pew:
ye asked much more than your god could endure
The Grove:
We all were the people - now we are the pillars!
Watch as your almighty god does kill his children!
Watch the nonsense that
shall decimate his creatures!
Would you like to feel the charm of our adventures?
Caym:
We all got in this trap - we have gotten...
We were fools but we have forgotten
way we used to be - seed we used to sow!
We all are the pillars and so is our lord!
Caacrinolaas:
Chase the castaway
who's been haunting the catafalque!
Since his death he screams: 'take them away!
'Take away them all:
those bones from my poor corpse,
I won't endure the dead inside the trunk of mine!'
Only daemons know
where those weeping pillars grow.
They are standing like a wall...
having confirmed their own request -
they have embodied that chest
or any wooden thing we know!
Caym:
I do not suppose there will be a tree left standing
for ever so far round,
by the time they've finished such chat!
Caacrinolaas:
Deeply he sighed and drew his palm
looking more like branch
than anything else across his eyes
he wept already out!
Caym:
There's hot blood dropping down
from the ancient vaults every now and then
and if something wasn't done about it
in less than no time -
there would be a pool full of blood:
sacred one - result of such obedience!
Caacrinolaas speaking triumphantly:
An unjust verdict will be worth while impunity!
You will hear the tangled sentence made anew
so sheer guile will reign again indignantly!
Only ye repine against your fate!
The Grove:
Our pain!
Caacrinolaas:
Won't we receive the Eucharist again!?
The Grove:
Ye ask in vain!
Caacrinolaas:
Ye seem to be dead -
The Grove:
Nobody knows
Caacrinolaas:
Ye seem to be deaf -
The Grove:
When we all arose
Oze:
They seem to be sad -
Caym to Peter:
So we ask you not to be afraid!
Caacrinolaas:
As ye strive to forget in vain
Caym:
Our stranger,
we shouldn't have been blind -
ye should disdain us!
We seem to be deaf (nobody mourns),
we seem to be dead (o'er our loss)!
But all of us do mourn over our death!
Do not be so deaf
(it must be divulged),
do not be so dead
(ye should not disdain),
do not be so blind!
(so now we know we cry in vain)...
Caacrinolaas:
Now ye'll observe
the way our nameless master does
transform his wights from the people
to the grove or to the grass.
We will reveal you that device -
do not be surprised enormously...
The Grove:
We've wept -
We've cried with million tears for years!
Though, it seems to us
we'll never disappear.
Caacrinolaas:
And so will your torture!
The Grove:
If not the water so what drops down
from our branches?
Would you like to feel the charm of our adventures?
Oze:
Claim from shelves for your very own
that scenario of thine!
Now peruse carefully!
You think o'er your eternal lot
to be alive disappearing down the throat
of imps and evil demons
will make your feathers fly anon!
Caacrinolaas in defiance of Caym:
Note that darkness was almost complete
and you could see nothing much beyond your hands' stretch!
Note that 'twas getting deep dusk
when the eyes make things greater
than they should be!
Mind you!
By no means out of the fens
will come drifting a stench,
not the sticky odour of decay,
but a foul reek,
as if filth unnameable were piled
and hoarded in the dark within...
All around you,
deep within the gnarly grove,
all around this halloo-holt...
heavy, still and stagnant air
where any sound fell dead,
where any tree fell dead!
Prick up your ears at this:
'Unlike we are and yet also much akin'.
Caym:
In couples they've been waltzing,
exhausting each other.
In couples they'll circle till somebody's dead
Why won't sister murder - for instance -
her brother?
Why won't she pursue him to bed or to death?
Subconsciously tomb does smile
through every mirror.
Your face is to impact against wretched grimace!
You're terribly frightened all the time at the thought
that it might be hungry - for you, in which case
That exquisite one would be very likely
to eat you up in spite of all your coaxing smiles!
And everyone will tell:
that's nothing to what I could say
if I chose... e'en if nobody dies!
So if you drink much
from the bottle marked "poison"
it is almost certain to disagree with you
sooner or later... but would it be any use now
to speak to the dead or to speak to the imp?
The beast has been buried and sealed for the ages
so that was a narrow escape... for the dead
like you
(immense way you've been betrayed since forever).
Caacrinolaas:
Come! It's no use in crying like that!
THE DARKEST HOUR
Caym:
...And naught was found in thief's chest
but his curse!
And loth was he to render up the keys!
Caacrinolaas:
All woes will follow you like crows or urgent flies
- he cries -
and e'er the oftener the worse shall they become!
Peter:
Due west I faintly glimpsed a long dark line.
Alas, 'twas difficult to learn from it for certain
O - anything but hideous hint at death;
but laughing roar around: 'Defeat again most likely!'
...The trail was long cold when I took it up again...
Would weeper not have suited it far better?
He'd have ransacked
and sniffed that ghastly matter
as no one else would have... and none's to blame!
That bloodstained grass did render active all
incentives to get shape of holy holt.
I had beheld in all its splendid horror
prosperity in bloom before the dawn;
Trees all around me spoke in tongue of pain
and there was no response!
Caacrinolaas:
You cry in vain!
Arthur's voice sounding from afar & high above:
My brothers and my sisters! Test that seed!
Caacrinolaas:
The acorn as the symbol and - you'll see
Arthur's voice sounding from afar & high above:
Yield of your faith and wisdom shall arise
Caacrinolaas triumphantly to Caym:
Your livid souls are freed to plunder!
Arthur's distant voice with Caacrinolaas' growl
from somewhere below:
Rise!
Peter:
All thicket wept and sang this gloomy song:
'The darkest hour is that before the dawn'
Caacrinolaas:
The fault at the conclave
had been bearing resemblance with death:
No more faith
Just before twisted roots got entangled together
they'd stood holy forever!
Hallowed be thy dome and thy brotherhood!
Peter:
That bloodstained grass did render active all
incentives to get shape of howling holy holt...
I had beheld in all its splendid horror
prosperity in bloom before the dawn;
Caym:
Atrociously I am describing the debt
so usual in grim and whispering kingdom
of your personality:
nobody met and no one has seen your last will off
through the mist of disease silly stranger...
you will be deceived by that grove!
LiAlveL of TMT: I:11, II:22, III:33
Oze:
Defeat at the conclave
is bearing resemblance with death:
no more faith!
Just before twisted roots got entangled together
you'd been holy forever.
Hallowed be thy dome and thy brotherhood.
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