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IN THA UMBRA LYRICS
"Pentagramma" (2002 EP)
1. Through Lycanthropie's Trod Communion
2. Once Atrocities Has Hacked Upon Daylight's Throat
3. To Chaos And The Chant O'Nymphs
4. Chrysalid
5. Ace Of Spades (Motörhead Cover)
6. Into The Crypts Of Rays (Celtic Frost Cover)
7. Blooming Wolf's Bane Scent
8. Like Raven's Neath Nightskies (Live)
9. The Spring Breathes Horrors (Live)
1. Through Lycanthropie's Trod Communion
To morphe of angels into animal warfare
Demonic philia old to tilt constellations alight
Horrors in the pack that ply steamingly to hog
Tread inveighed against the light 'O Night and shades
And of Orpheus to sing enchantments drear
There, where nymphs haunt of Fauns, Furies and Centaurs
To wear their sapphire crowns as with the twilight
In principesque lore communion perplexed morphed deities
And so gazed upon the clustering locks
Wreathed thence in orient liquor of ambrosia draught
Of Phoebus as the potion of beastly anthropomorphia
Through lycanthropie's trod communion
Swift as the sparkle of burning heavenly gardenia
Therefore intemperate thirst fond
Not to still the wild winds when they roar
But hush the waving flames to Eden's glancing disgrace
Through lycanthropie's trod communion
The wild winds haunt and roar swift and merciless
Hear Asphodel descending to fetch upon the sheep
To abide and arm for war as bidden to the carnal garden
" All other parts remaining as they were,
And they, so perfect in their misery;
Not once perceive their foul disfigurement " John Milton
" Soon as the potion works, their human countenance,
the express resemblance of the gods, is changed
Into some brutish form of wolf or bear,
Or ounce or tiger, hog, or bearded goat " John Milton
Clutter'd round morphing beast in joined community
Through trod wolven anthropomorphing twilight
Loathe shattered upon the feeble
But boast forth in lycanthropie's trod communion
Draught liquor from ambrosia's own womb
To change the resemblance of the mourning Heavens
" These my sky-robes, spun out of Iris' woof… " John Milton
2. Once Atrocities Has Hacked Upon Daylight's Throat
Torn, hacked and slashed
Painted from within as brushes to detune
Hordes of the firmament cumming nails as heavy rain
Bright sun extinguish'd as the stars did wander darkling
Rayless, pathless and disfigured
Thus swung blind and blackening in the moonless air
Morn came, with no day to forget it's passions in the dread
Of heavenly desolation dwelling beneath the throne of atrocity
Consumed, detached within the eye
Set on fire with malice clad, so hacked fell and faded
Torn, hacked and deeply sliced
The feeble ashes and breath both remnants of the rayless Ra
Atrocity with open wings light extinguished with a crash
And all was black upon the hacked throat of daylight
Unearthly darkened flashes ruin the despairing sun
And both gods and angels hid their eyes and therefore weep
" Funeral piles with fuels with mad disquietude on the dull sky
Malice gnash'd it's teeth and howled as daylight terrified did shriek
Flutter'd on the ground and flapped it's useless wings… "
Lead BM Bernardo / BJS Correia
Once atrocitie has hacked upon daylight's throat
Tame and tremulous, hissing stingless
Crawled and twined to be slain by blackened atrocity
And war did glut the sun to gorge in gloom
Atrocity famine fed upon daylight's entrails
And it's meagre rays were gloriously devoured
Raped, torn and grimly hacked
Void and seasonless, and that was death
A chaos of hard clay once atrocity whets the scythe
"…the waves were dead; the tides were in their grave,
the moon their mistress had expired before;
the winds were withered in the stagnant air,
and the clouds perish'd; darkness had no need
of aid from them - she was the universe"
Lord Byron
3. To Chaos And The Chant O'Nymphs
Of blood,
Of waters dark and deep,
Drunk,
Escap't the stygian pool
Chaos,
Mystical genious ablaze
In that obscure sojourn, in flight through utter darkness borne
Of artemis,
Shaded after enchantments by wolf-lidden litanies
As the horizon by dusk as ra drowned to slumber
Drunk'n with the blood of mine
I too wander where the muses haunt
Let enlightment be darkness
And so I bleed,
For urania through the firmament and the night,
As caliope sings,
With the blood of mine in her mouth,
And tunes her nocturnal note,
Frost upon the meadows and the woes of pan,
And the melodies of naked nymphs
As the midnight clad in storms
"Day or the sweet approach of ev'n or morn, or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, or flocks, or herds, or human face divine; but cloud instead, and ever-during dark..."
John Milton
Silkened dreaming nymphs,
They marble upon the breeze
To slumbering incantations that eos will never wake again
I am drunk
With the blood of mine
Look beneath the coil of serpents,
Dionisiacal grace and the nymphs in choir,
And calypso rising from the nightside sea shores
Pallid selene,
Silver,
Enshrined marble
And the chaotic chant of nymphs
To wandering rains
That chant chaos throught the halls of night
...spell incantations of war,
As battles endless split me blood,
And saciate hades
With the blood o' foes
Everflow,
Burnt,
Devouring eden,
Flames wander through the gardens
I bleed,
Roses embedd'd in blood
Surge darkning shadow,
Sepulchral,
The tranquil triad
That bleed the wine of me
My vineyard dry from me blood
"With other notes than to th'orphean lyre, sung of chaos and eternal night"
John Milton
The night - tho' clear - shall form,
And the stars shall look not down
There pass'd, as a shroud,
A fiercy cloud hiding the laid moon
To admire,
The distant fire,
The breeze, still, as the mist upon the hill,
Shadowy, shadowy
By dusk ra drowns to slumber,
Drunk be by the wine of death,
And muses and nymphs gather in hunting conspiracy
And so I bleed,
For erebus
Thus death and the harvest
4. Chrysalid
Wretch, wretched
Whether tempests a thousand tossed thee ashore
In this a garden by Horrors charm'd
Upon a midnight dreary
Bleak the moment
"And each separate dying ember wrought it's ghost upon those hellish dirges…"
Wish the morrow
Silken in the rustling of a purple fire
Darkness there and nothing more
Pelagic terrors unfelt held by the pyre
Peering
Fearing
Charm'd throes of Horror
And the stillness gave no token
Flung the chrysalid craven
In Night's Plutonian shore
Perched the dirges of life's burden
Much marvelled chrysalid
Flung
Upon a midnight dreary
Across the garden of Hell
Ill angels only climed that lieth
Wild
Weird and ghastly sublime
By a route obscure and lonely
To reign upright the dim
Oh jewels the halo of Hell
Dying solace desire that fire of fire
"Revel madly thine craving flower
Chime the morphosis craven chrysalis…"
Triumphantly came the touch of Hell
Inate fire
Alas
'twas incensed pyre
Morphing chrysalis craven to conspire
To mantle the thrown pedestral of Horror
5. Ace Of Spades (Motörhead Cover)
If you like to gamble, I tell you I'm your man,
You win some, lose some, all the same to me,
The pleasure is to play, makes no difference what you say,
I don't share your greed, the only card I need is
The Ace Of Spades
Playing for the high one, dancing with the devil,
Going with the flow, it's all the same to me,
Seven or Eleven, snake eyes watching you,
Double up or quit, double stake or split,
The Ace Of Spades
You know I'm born to lose, and gambling's for fools,
But that's the way I like it baby,
I don't wanna live for ever,
And don't forget the joker!
Pushing up the ante, I know you wanna see me,
Read 'em and weep, the dead man's hand again,
I see it in your eyes, take one look and die,
The only thing you see, you know it's gonna be,
The Ace Of Spades
6. Into The Crypts Of Rays (Celtic Frost Cover)
Years of plead, behind the walls
Chambers and vaults, Scenes of fright
Unspoken Words, in pain and dread
140 lives passed his hands
Gilles De Rais... the perverted son
The holy man... hanged by nobility
Into The Crypts of Rays...
Alluring children for his masses
Robbing and buying young souls
Sacrifice to morbid demons
Satisfy his repulsive sexual lust
Gilles De Rais... the perverted son
The holy man... hanged by nobility
Into The Crypts of Rays...
"So this is for the morbid one,
The braveless and sick
Shivering laughter shrilled through the tombs
Sexual offence and perverted rites
Watching them limp and die...
Wizards and darkness, Gilles' dreams
Halfway came true..."
As a late medieval's French marshall
Unrestrained, with endless ambitions
Personal guard for Jeanne D'Arc
...the rising of his soul to god...
Gilles De Rais... the perverted son
The holy man... hanged by nobility
Into The Crypts of Rays...
Overdone Mystism and
Desperate Satanism (Ha!)
Are just one small step apart
There's no human scheme in the beyond...
Gilles De Rais... the perverted son
The holy man... hanged by nobility
Into The Crypts of Rays...
7. Blooming Wolf's Bane Scent
The furious Erineas, children of the night are whipping and burning
Banshees with sombrous laments welcome the dusk
A funeral sky and the withering light as the wolf's bane blooms
By the fullmoon nocturnal teeth hung for the hunt
And the innocent cattle hide under the moonlight
Badb, mother of the banshees orders the hunt to begin
Equidnia honours the nightfall, for midnight tides are hunters
Funebre grey shadows hold the wolf's hunger
Riverside trees where the eye of the crow rests
A hot summer's breeze blows and comforts the lambs
Blooming wolf's bane scent and the moon above
Of feathers crimson in clouds of incense burning
And the hidden innocent cattle by the singing dusk
Lububrious melodies echo and freeze the lambs' hearts
With the midnight tides nightfall is honoured by Equidnia
And feel the blooming wolf's bane scent under the fullmoon
On shores of night in the golden sand
The highest moon and the reflection of Ate
Dreaming of streams so powerful and clear
The thirst for warm innocent blood is high
At dark places encircled by glowing eyes
Ravens scream and echo chaotic melodies
The utter shadow of a sombrous sky
A wolf in occult forms in the still of the night
And the hidden innocent cattle
With the perfume of hot blood
The hearts frozen with fear
With the blooming wolf's bane scent
The whispering and singing dusk evoking death
With the scythe harvest those beloved
In passion and eternal wolf's bane scent
Silver chains in the heart of the forest
Night is the witness and the mask of the wolf
"Mesmo aquele de coracão puro, que reza á noite as suas preces se pode tornar um lobo quando o Acónito floresce à lur brilhante do luar"
(traditional)
The twin Erineas of evil blood and breed of the night
Singing banshees with a solene and sombre welcome
As the wolf's bane blooms the sky is mourning and light withers
With the fullmoon above the nocturnal children hung for blood
And the innocent cattle hide under the moonlight
Lugubrious melodies echo and freeze the lambs' hearts
Equidnia honours the nightfall, for midnight tides are hunters
And feel the blooming wolf's bane scent under the fullmoon
8. Like Raven's Neath Nightskies (Live)
Mighty wings pay homage to this mortal coil
Weaving the night in dusk’s own loom
Of velvet like colours that fade to blackness
And the singing ravens so supreme in sad melodies
Enthral the heart and the feathers of a swan
Dancing by the whispering breeze of sunset
Nightmares creep as a mighty darkness descends
Like a curtain closing and wolves carving for meat
Like ravens ‘neath nightskies
As twilight released the midnight shadows
From antique yet immemorial majesty
About a dream of ravens across nightskies
Ethereal forms enchanted in flames of crimson
The streams of light that await the dawn
Lost in for eternity for this night is forever
And forever shall ravens fly ‘neath nightskies
Do the children of this night dream of angels?
Or either sing of mystic charms and funeral skies
Supreme sunset descent and light is no more
Us forever heathen like ravens ‘neath nightskies
A cold breeze whispers softly
Like a tale of night eternal
Of swans with black feathers
And a leaf of gold and crimson
Crystallid streams so pure
Through benighted nature untouched
Every breath flies forever
Like ravens ‘neath nightskies
And this is forever...
9. The Spring Breathes Horrors (Live)
"Ah me! Alas, pain, pain, ever, for ever!"
Percy Bysshe Shelley
O' mighty Night
Echoes, fauns and furies
Of that colossal wreck, boundless to bare
Onward charges the Beast
Adorn'd with golden shrines vested empty
All creatures forlorn and thunder
Breathing in horrors charm'd
Capriciously still on disharmonies enow
Of the hideous nebulosity to tempest
Lightning strikes at the fury of thunder
At malice's own resplendent nest
The crystallid lake that springs nether
Of fire and horrors too many
Abominable and gorgonic theatre
Pain that immeasurably be
By the scythe striked at thee
The spring breathes horrors
Alas O' mighty Night
Onward to the burning lake
Of rage inflam'd and darkness whelmed
Like staring in Death's wake
With sharpn'd teeth sighed
As the spring breathes horrors
Lie fallen and vanquished!
And darken
The Heaven's above
Behold!
Could the abysm vomit it's secrets
From the dim recesses
Of woven caresses
Thou fair hair'd angel of the evening,
Scatter thy abyssic dew
And wash the dusk with silver
Soon, full soon, dost thou withdraw; when the wolf rages wide,
O' damned! clad in purest black, issue forth;
O radiant moon, salute the stars
The wild winds weep and the Night is a-cold;
But lo! To the vault of paved Heaven
With howling woe
Hail to those horrors thee sprang
Salute the scythe's blade in blood drunk
With the glamorous melodies the warfare sang
As abhorred light has now sunk
A gazer at the darkness that shines above
Bleeding along the firmament
The moonbeam dropp'd
In ecstasy sent
Beneath the stars the spring unmov'd
The creeping wild flowers
Thus mingled their eerie shade
In horrors breathing
Fullfilling emptyness been made
And wondering in horrors her's
Alas, O' Night old Night
Brethen and fed on the bleeding firmament
With a thousend horrors
"And I, what can I now behold but an eternal Death before my eyes,
and an eternal weary work to strive
against the monstrous forms that breed among my silent waves?"
William Blake
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