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ETHEREAL LYRICS
"Cessatio a Divinis" (2003)
1. Depression Of Suicide
2. Governing The Pyramid Of The Lord
3. Intimacy With The Blasphemy Of Not Believing
4. Murmur Of Inner Wickness
5. Infinite Search For Death
6. Tears Of Blood For Not
7. Use Of The Four Elements
8. Meditation Black In Solitude And Silence
9. Outro
1. Depression Of Suicide
I GIVE MY BLOOD TO THE MISTIC DARKNESS
TO THE ETERNAL MELANCHOLY OF THE DEMON
. I WILL SOW IN MY HEART THE SEED OF WICKEDNESS
I WILL MEDIATE IN THE CHAMBER AND
CONJURE THE SPECTRUM THAT MANIFEST
THROUGH DREAMS AND NIGTHMARES.(2)
I GIVE MY BLOOD TO THE THRONE, KINGDOOM AND DOMMINION
TO THE THRONE OF AGONY
TO THE INFINITE KINGDOOM OF BEATIFUL AND FLEETING SOULS
TO THE DOMMINION OF WEAK HUMAN MINDS
I THE DEPRESSION AND THE DARKNESS OF THE NIGHT
MEMORIES OF LUST INVADE MY BEING
AS I DRINK FROM THE GLASS OF SWEET WINE
BUT THE WRATH OF SPREADING THE TRUTH ABOUT OF MAGIC TO
MANY OF THE WEAK MAKES THE PAIN OF
DYING AND OF DEPRESSION STRONGER
NOW HERE IN THE MUTE DAWN BY THE SADNESS THAT INVADE ME,
I RUN TOWARD THE BLACK CHAMBER
WHERE DOUBTS IN BELIEVES DOES NO EXIST
. THE ANXIETY AND THE NERVES NEVER EXIST.
MY BODY FEELS THE PEACE OF ANOTHER DIMENSION
AND MY SOUL FLIES OUTSIDE MY BODY AROUND THIS
. I FEEL, I AM FLOATING, I SEE MY BLOOD
SPREAD WITHIN THE CIRCLE ALONG
WITH MY INERT REMAINS
I GAVE MY BLOOD FOR THE DEPRESSION
THAT I HAD DEAD IN LIFE.
2. Governing The Pyramid Of The Lord
3. Intimacy With The Blasphemy Of Not Believing
SACRED PROPHET OF EVIL
THE CALLING OF THEIR MINDS IS ALL READY REAL
WE UNITE ENERGIES TO INTIMIDATE ON TO INFLUENCE..
IS NIHILISM THE SECOND PHILOSOPHY OF THE DEMON?
WE ACCEPT WITH BELIEVE
THE BELIEVE IN NOTHING
THE BELIEVE OF INTELIGENCE
THE BELIEVE IN THE HUMAN GOD TECHNOLOGY.
THAT ASTRONOMY TRAMPLES OVER THE ASTROLOGY
THAT CLONES WILL END REENCARNATION
AND HUMAN INTELEGENT WILL END,
WITH GODS THAT WILL ALWAYS EXIST
IN THE MINDS OF POST GENERATION.
THE BLASPHEMY OF TECHNOLOGY WILL BE INFINITE,
THE CREATION OF LIFE WILL NOT BE NATURAL
IT WILL ALSO DEPEND ON MACHINES AND MINDS.
THE BLASPHEMY OF TECHNOLOGY WILL BE INFINITE,
THE CREATION OF LIFE WILL NOT BE NATURAL
THE BELIEVE OF THE BLACK AND SHINIG UNIVERSE,
THE BELIEVE OF LIFE IN THE COSMOS
THE BELIEVE OF THE BLACK ABYSS IN THE UNIVERSE
SACRES PROPHET OF EVIL
INFLUENCED TOWARDS THE TRUTH
BUT WHAT IS THE TRUTH?.....................................
4. Murmur Of Inner Wickness
IN A SENCE I BELIEVED TO BE IN THAT OCCASION
BY KNOWING I FELT TO DECIPHER THE REASON
THE POWER WHICH MADE ME THINK
I KNEW THAT EVERYTHING I INITIATED HAD BEEN VISUALIZED
IT WAS NOT SUFFICIENT TO THE DO FACT THAT
THESE WERE SERVANTS OF FALSENESS AND RELIGION
JOYOUS LIFE SATITATING THE BLOOD MAKES ME FEEL INEBRIATED
SORROWFUL LIFE THAT FINALIZES THE AFTERNOON
BLASPHEMY REACHES MY INTERIOR
BLASPHEMY MY INTERIOR
MY EYES RADIATE HATRED AND PURITY
HATRED TO THOSE WHO ARE DECEITFUL, WHO TRY TO PARTAKE WITH IN THE MAGIC
PURITY TO THOSE WHO DARE TO SILENCE AND ACCOMPLISH
ALL HUMAN BEINGS HOLD WITHIN GOOD AND EVIL
BUT WHAT IS WORSE IS THAT THEY ATTEMPT TO SEE IN THE REFLECTION
OF A MIRROR THAT OF SOMEONE ELSE AND NOT OF WHOM THEY TRULY ARE
THEY STRIVE TO BE FIRE AND SIMPLY ARE ASHES
THEY STRIVE TO HAVE A HEART OF STONE AND SENTIMENTALLY
THEY ARE DAMNLY CONSUMED WITH THAT WORD CALLED LOVE.
THEY STRIVE TO BE INTELLIGENT BUT THEY ARE NOT AWARE THAT
THEY ARE CONTROLED BY THEIR
GUIDED BY SCRIPTURES THAT DO NOT PERTAIN PRESENT MOMENT,
THE FEELINGS AND OVERALL, TO OUR INNER WICKEDNESS.
NOW WITH THE MURMUR OF WHAT WAS SAID AND OF MY WRITEN THOUGHTS
WITH THE HOPE THAT THEY ALLOW TO FEEL AND KEEP QUIET
TO FEEL AND KEEP QUIET
5. Infinite Search For Death
INFINITE SEARCH FOR DEATH
I SEARCHED FOR HER ONE DAY ON THE BACK OF THE BLACK HORSE AND SOON
I CONTINUED TO SEEK
THROUGH THE GREEN CHROMIUM OF THE FIELDS ALONG
WITH THE FIRE AND THE BURNING OF
DANGER IN THE SENTENCE OF THE ETERNAL SPECTRUM OF DEATH
DAMN, RESTLESS MALICE THAT TO THE SOUND OF JOINING
DEATH AND MY AGONY, IN SHORT, NEVER,
NEVER WAS DEATH ANYTHING FOR ANOTHER ENIGMA
THE EXPERIENCE OF TIME
I ALSO SEARCHED FOR HER,
I NO LONGER REMEMBER WHEN
UPON THE LETHAL FIELD OF THORNS AND NEVER WAS ANOTHER FACT SO PAINFUL
HE FLED, BURNING THE PRAIRIES OF MY DREAMS,
\WITH HIS HANDS DRAWING UP LONG DARK CIRCLES ON MY EYES
AND AGAIN IN THE SEARCH THROUGH BLACK PARADISES OF LIMITLESS ENJOYMENT
I MULTIPLIED THE OFFSPRING OF EVIL FOR THE COLD APPETITE OF THE SOULS
AND THIS BLINDED THE CHASTIDY OF A PURE
SHOUT AMONG THE CHORUS OF SEXUAL VOICES, THAT SHOUT STILL RESONATES
IN MY NIGHTS
AFTER RETURNING FROM THE DRUNKNESS,
THE NEXT DAY WITH DEATH ON MY ARM,
SHE FOUND ME BUT SIMULTANEOUSLY FLED FROM ME
DEATH WILL NO LONGER BE THE FAIRY,
THAT RETURNS TO THE SITE OF SO MANY WITH HER FOREHEAD
FULL OF SHADOWS FORMING A BLACK CROWN OF ROSES
I BELIEVE THAT I WILL NEITHER FIND IN THE MOMENT
OF MY AGONY NOT IN MY DREAMS, THAT EVEN ITS GLANCE WEIGHTS
DAMN, RESTLESS MALICE THAT TO THE SOUND OF JOINING
DEATH AND MY AGONY, IN SHORT, NEVER,
NEVER WAS DEATH ANYTHING FOR ANOTHER ENIGMA
6. Tears Of Blood For Not
7. Use Of The Four Elements
8. Meditation Black In Solitude And Silence
9. Outro
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