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GOTHëRFALL LYRICS
"Blacksphere Architecture" (2006)
1. Satyric Phallusbait Daemonium
2. ...And the Widow Cries In Secrecy
3. At the Dawn of the Punishment
4. Earth : Battlefield of the Gods
5. Skyzofleshist Plastic World
6. Prophylaxis In Extremis
7. Where Angles Lie
8. Der Wind Blast Uber Den Sterblichen
9. Théurgie Mystificum
10. A Last Dusk on the Necrosphere
11. Ventriloque
1. Satyric Phallusbait Daemonium
Midst earth and half hearted... dying
Once an empire of green chaos
With a merging essence unfolded
Turned to a land of desolation
The creation of deconstruction...
«Dark Archangel; Unholy
Thou adornst the cault
Where matrix bled since genesis
Such a cervix in agony
With cerulean eyes I taste your acrid
Carnal fluids eternally»
A profaned vulva by the will of a Jehovah
Since the first lights, days subtly darken
Into nothingness we progress
To procreate successively
«To please thy hunger for flesh
An unsexed beast raped, blind of greed
Thou surrenderedest to baleful stretches
With a phallusbait thou hast been fed
On narrow valleys dew sprang
Over tides while you sang
A moonlike drew what had been spurred
A vingin whore attireless»
O hearing the cold cries of the virgin's child
An anthem for those who preached morality
With self-narrated faerytales obsession overgrown
On accursed journey to higher worlds, unknown
Silver clouds, below fragile tenderness
Covering the whore
And Satyric Phallusbait daemonium
«Toward thy splendor I nod
Dressed with a sky sublime
Unlicked aura polished with passion
Bent to unhallowed sights horizons
Frozen romance under snowflakes
Chérissant ton visage blafard»
...euphemist passion revealed with a nectar of mine
A nimbostratus carnival upon a sealed love
Wished by a Faunus Lupercus
For once, wulfgarity applauded
Once an empire of green chaos
With a merging essence unfolded
Turned to a land of desolation
The creation of deconstruction...
«Dark Archangel; Unholy
Thou adornst the cault
Where matrix bled since genesis
Such a cervix in agony
With cerulean eyes I taste your acrid
Carnal fluids eternally»
Until my dust becomes darker
The progenies of man - the greatest plague
A profaned vulva by the will of Jehovah
To become the great ruler of fallen souls
«Toward thy splendor I nod
Dressed with a sky sublime
Unlicked aura polished with passion
Bent to the sights of unhallowed horizons»
«You land of mine, persecuted by man, shall punish us all by an Iron hand - Armageddon...»
2. ...And the Widow Cries In Secrecy
[Phase I]
L'être humain est une plaie et le culte du sacré une infection
D'une putain marquée de plaies naîtra la pureté
Une salope marquée de plaies enfentera la mort
Et le suicide stérilise les imperfections
3. At the Dawn of the Punishment
In order to escape from abhorrence of life
Some promise their allegiance to God
They sink deep into stupidity
So feeble and blind they are...
Across the dark landscape
Misleading by its appearance
Amon the weak ones
Over humans a great plague shall be spread
By vaginal transmission; fotus-shaped
A disease, limitless, in every society
No matter its doctrine or blood
At the dawn of the punishment
Thou shalt regret thine execrable life
Thou shalt kneel down facing the eclipse
And wish that your life never been so far
Eradication: Haunting my thoughts
Every single day God gives us
Hence I must poison men's existence
Session of massacre upon the channels
Duality in conflict unable to merge
A man-made clinic scheme:
Calamitronic dissolution to chronic sin...
With empty ocular apertures
We look from below
With hope of seeing him
The creator of nothing and everything
Holding in his hand
The almighty virus
To counter the demons
And those masked men behind them
In the night we wander
By the moonlight digging our way
Through sewers between excrements and vermin
Trying to save what remains of sanity
At the dawn of the punishment
Thou shalt regret thine execrable life
Thou shalt kneel down facing the eclipse
And wish that your life never been so far
Eradication: Haunting my thoughts
Every single day God gives us
Hence I must poison men's existence
Session of massacre upon the channels
Duality in conflict unable to merge
A man-made clinic scheme:
Calamitronic dissolution to chronic sin...
With empty ocular apertures
We look from below
With hope of seeing him
The architect of the black sphere
Holding in his hands
The almighty sword
To counter the demons
And those masked men behind them
«By night suffocate, you can't breather here anymore
By man - the stopped run of the haemogoblin
The only true doctrine remaining now
Is the one formerly known as Asphyxia
To escape our world...»
A night feast under the darkened sun
A sacred ritual under the lightened moon
Traveling from locations to others
In a cosmic trip, caressing blades
«Holy steel
Leading mortals to their fatality
In a so beatiful destiny we drown»
At the dawn of the punishment
Thou shalt regret thine execrable life
Thou shalt kneel down facing the eclipse
And wish that your life never been so far
Spiral warfare in a forest of bones
Crushing the wuphoric civilization
With an upheaval of thorns tightening its heart
Oniriction crashing at once
The end of an age believed to last eternally
The failure of the beast, the fall of man
Soothed by bloodrains and lullaby
With the tortuous wind appearing as a prophet
It's time for the dead nature to appear, desolated
A night feast under the darkened sun...
A sacred ritual under the lightened moon
Eradication: Haunting my thoughts
Every single day God gives us
Awaiting at the gate of our time
Its breath ignites our soil to dust
À l'aube du châtiment
In so beatiful destiny we dress...
4. Earth : Battlefield of the Gods
[Phase II]
L'être humain est une plaie et le culte du sacré une infection
D'une putain marquée de plaies naîtra la pureté
Une salope marquée de plaies enfentera la mort
Et le suicide stérilise les imperfections
5. Skyzofleshist Plastic World
In the sky falls the flesh of our world
With wide incisions, we unleash the chaos
Collapsing the realm of souls
Ironseas and boneclouds at lost of sight
The toxic air makes you vanish into night
The dead land we crawl; harvesters of blood
Searching life in the ashes of our earth
Bionic whores and mechanic war
Leading what has been called «world»
Sailing on corpseas; beneath the stars
Which distance is not as far as it has been
Under the darkened sun, life is no more...
Fathers fall, fallen gods, failing from the tattered sky
While insanity rises up to the firmament
And the stellar light turns to slavery
Winter waves dive into decadence
And the irrational comes as a burden
Contemplate the last of aeons!
Funeral transmission interrupted by newborn cells
Corrupted by human aberrations
Sleeping in debris of past creation
Then survival doesn't remain as an option
No divine intervention will occur to relieve your fears
With angels we fall, wings wide opened
Doomed by burning avidity
And thus the kingdom of men must be covered by
Broken feathers and ashes rains...
Ironseas and boneclouds at lost of sight
The toxic air makes you vanish into light
The dead land we crawl; harvesters of flesh
Searching life in the ashes of our earth
Bionic war and mechanic whores
Leading what has been called «world»
Sailing on corpse seas; beneath the stars
Which distance is not as close as it has been
Within the black sphere, life is no more...
And from the tattered sky fall the broken wings of man
And thus the kingdom of God must be covered by
Broken feathers and ashes rains...
6. Prophylaxis In Extremis
[Phase III]
7. Where Angles Lie
7. Where Angels Lie
From the winds are rising the ashes of earth, by men, raped and burned
Which is surrounded by dark clouds and sordid emptiness
Icons of creation are standing as stones, waiting for the end
Towards your eyes angels are filing oceans with blood
Blood rivers flowing down the flesh, a human overgasm
As god's holy wine is poured in prestigious gold
The source of lust of the weakest weak
Evil immortal is dressing in sumptuous red through carnal fluids
For the great marriage of life and death
Its path shall lead us to the core existence
With poison or ignorance as beverage
Puisse la connaissance salvatrice nous accueillir à bras grands ouverts
Leading us in the deepest pits, where angels lie
Where angel lie...
A paradise of flames and desolation
A shrine in total putrefaction - a whoke world falling into oblivion
A so-called heaven which man painted in shades of grey
A neglected astra skinned by a torrent of smoke and tears
An organic location where everything shall return to silence
The sky escapes under a funeral mist
And the stars are eclipsing with sin
Symptoms of the endless mourning, of every human massacres
And the hindrance of every remorse of men
In your veins
Evil immortal is dressing in sumptuous red through carnal fluids
For the great marriage of life and death
Icons of creation are standing as stones, waiting for the end
Towards your eyes angels are filing oceans with blood
From the winds are rising the ashes of earth, by men, raped and burned
Which is surrounded by dark clouds and sordid emptiness
Its path shall lead us to the core existence
With poison or ignorance as beverage
Crushing every hope to save what remains of our mother ship, through time
Leading us in the deepest pits, where angels lie
8. Der Wind Blast Uber Den Sterblichen
[Phase IV]
9. Théurgie Mystificum
Horses in flames crossing the infinite land of mortals
In order to enslave intelligence into crosses of wood
Into houses of stone and gold, to spread the pest...
La vie exige de ses sacrifices, autant en emporte la mort...
À qui le tour de pénétrer dans la maison de Dieu?
Then thy legions of believers walk under the gate of Babylon
Kingdom of ignorance and mind slavery
In their quest for infinity, for their places in heaven;
For their thrones in Mary's womb
Dominus vobiscum
Théurgie Mystificium
Une vague de folie traversant les enfers, puis chutant jusqu'au ciel
Emportant l'inté`grité et la connaissance dans les abîmes de la foi
Tandis que vous, pauvre fous, restez à genoux à mains jointes,
Espérant une après vie tout aussi illusoire qu'insignifiante!
Confirmant l'apogée de l'ilotisme des hommes...
Souffle de l'âpres faute sous la bénédiction d'un dieu rauque
Être sa brebis galeuse; oppressée par la tyrannie religieuse
Opprobre de ma race, gachée, brisée
S'écoulent mes larmes de glace
Écorche mes plaies déjà ouvertes!
Fais saigner le vide qui en moi jamais ne se comble!
Étanche ta soif de ce sang ruisselant sur mes phalanges!
Ainsi, devient maître tout-puissant de cet existence...
Oh seigneur...
Thee who dwellest in the weakest spirits
Thee who corruptedest the greatest minds
Si seulement...
Of only blinds could see...
Si seulement les sourds pouvaient m'entrendre
Si seulement les sourds pouvaient m'entrendre... gémir!
Ce discours pour un auditoire éphémère
Celui que tu créas pour te satisfaire
Celui qui a tant fait pour te plaire
Celui qui s'achève par son propre glaive
Là où l'humanité trouve sa fin, ton règne n'est plus...
Angels are painting the world with their nails
So obscure it is, in psychorgy, in coma
In drama horror emerges, among you
Jehovah is nailing the world with is name
So effective it is, in psychorgy, in coma
To tame the most ambitious of men
Mes pleurs et mes cris
Déchirés en lambeaux
Me menant à l'oublie
Au cour du mérpis et de la mélancolie
De ce monde méphitique
Et ce Saint!
Se repentant, animé par l'appât
De l'âpre gain de nos âmes
Des pleurs et des cris...
Dissonants dans la faute, et le péché
Ainsi je prie afin que l'on puisse m'entendre gémir!
Ce discours pour un auditoire éphémère
Celui que tu créas pour te satisfaire
Celui qui a tant fait pour te plaire
Celui qui s'achève par son propre glaive
Oh seigneur...
Si seulement tu pouvais m'entendre...
Horses in flames are crossing the infinite land of mortals
Where God's main weapon is the unknown, holy ignorance
And faith he uses as his shield
Ah! Ce cher royaume certes confus!
Angels are painting the world with their nails
So obscure it is, in psychorgy, in coma
In drama horror emerges, among you, among us
Jehovah is nailing the world with is name
So effective it is, in psychorgy, in coma
To tame the most ambitious of men
To blind the most brilliant men
Là où l'humanité trouve sa fin, ton règne n'est plus...
Car dieu n'existe que dans le cour des faibles!
Dominus vobiscum
Théurgie Mystificium
10. A Last Dusk on the Necrosphere
N'avoir jamais existé, tel aurait été mon vou le plus cher...
Les ténèbres m'envahissent, s'écarte la lumière
Je ne pense plus, je ne vie plus et à votre tour, vous n'êtes plus
Et le néant perd son nom...
11. Ventriloque
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