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IPHICRATE LYRICS
"The Dawn of Victory" (1998 Demo)
1. Prelude des forces du Nord
2. My Nocturnal Nemesis
3. Emperor of Nightwarriors Spirit
4. Krig, Dolk, Herske
5. Into the Cold Wind of Thy Grief
6. Divine Essence
7. Psychotic Torment Act 3
1. Prelude des forces du Nord
2. My Nocturnal Nemesis
Us the children of the north, sons of one banished era, dominate by hate, now we wander through the maze of a world that we despite. No law can contain our power & strength, our existance is a strange dream darken by our spirits, we evoluate in spite of ignorance & belief that this ingrate race had risen around us, but this lethargy will cease & the earth will know again the glory of the forgotten kingdom (of Iphicrate). We'll awake the hate & the primitive instincts that sleep in each of you, the strength of elements & of our spirits will fill your bodies of an eternal glory & you shall refind the true values of existance by forsaking your world of absolute allegiance. Sorrow shall fill your hearts like she filled ours & at last our reign shall be herald at the twilight of a primordial night. Beyond the limits of time & space the world will know the impossible rapture of a perfect symbiosis between ice & fire, by our will the universe will know the forgotten terrors, it will hear voices never heard before, it will see what must be never seen. The energies of nature & cosmos gather for the birth of new immortal dark light.
3. Emperor of Nightwarriors Spirit
I walk through the imperial forest of north, west, beyond the dying sun. I fly like a shadow into the night. Through the prickly path & the mist, here, where some obscure rivers flow the blood of my opponents. I walk toward a cold light, passing over the chains of fear with strength & wisdom, nothing will stop me! With the blacksword at hand I shall take the throne, such wrote my elders before my birth, my heart belong to the past, born into the wrong century, I'm waiting for the reign of Black & frost, from the top of my horse I can feel a cold hypnotic wind caressing my face, & I go where the magnificent mountains are so cold & the deep valleys so pure. Beyond the earth the sky becomes black, the full moon's covering the sun to form an eclipse who burial us in the dead of the abyss, from the majestic night shall be reflected the secret of our knowledges. The magicians poetic incantations from the north shall resound in each part of the universe & like at the beginning it shall be only the mighty void. My ancient spirit will proudly appear in the middle of the stars, leading the nightwarriors spirit in a fight without respite, the swords shall strike in the black sky, the dark storms will bluster, the blood will flow from the wounds, taking in his floods the dawn of our victory, the creation will prostate in tears of pain in front of our sovereignty, from this cosmic struggle will spring forever the eternal triumph of north.
4. Krig, Dolk, Herske
We're a race of masters & conquerors, the column of banished civilizations, the black inner illumination of a lucid madness. Our existance if full of obscure manifestations which give utterance through our art & acts, our art even is an immortal supreme weapon, ineluctable fatality against no one can fight. Beyond the forgotten woods I can feel the nocturnal emmanation of mysterious presences, may they come to learn me the ancient secret fundamental signs of creation & destruction, of light & darkness & I shall become the nemesis. The ancestral celestial blood of north flow in my impure flesh, in the solitude of endless night with ill temper I create some new hymns for the highest glory of my empire I'm the opener of the cosmic door of dreams, the fire burn in me & till my last breath I'll embrace the triumph of evil & death. I'm a lunatic god howling with the wolves, the symbol of a terrific force, fighting for the supremacy of the nordic pantheon. I'm the war, the dagger & domination.
5. Into the Cold Wind of Thy Grief
Into this gloomy winter sky, your tore souls cry, lying near this dark lake I can feel the cold wind of your suffering & remember some obscure northern legends. Your're the children of the moon, holders of the pagan light but your memories are dead. And the mystery stirs in tragedy, since thousands years I'm the divine consciousness of your torment souls. In a world of decriptitude & frustration human dreams are such fertile ground for sowing the seeds of torment.
Frightfully voluptuous cruelty, man is so forseeable and despicable that my work is justified. Thou shall endure the worst brutality! I want to hear again this symphony of grief. When I look to the stars & I travel through the constellations, I take consciousness that the human life is insignificant, but soon from an unknow external dimension shall blow the winds of chaos, then this earth shall be clean to the hypocrisy of the weak.
...And you'll hear the symphonies of wrath.
6. Divine Essence
The claws of obscurity have strike me to blood. Beyond the seas & oceans I coming to fight a battle, from my flamboyant sword shall flow the blood, my shield will scatter the fog-bank catching a glimpse of the spectre of death in all his magnificience. Noble daring warrior with powerfull & triumphant arms, fighting with honour I inspire the awe. I have been the art of the highest magic, the strength of spirit through the ages in order to never forget who are our true fathers. I struggle for my personal instinct, with flickering pain & everlasting rage, awaiting the winter frost in a human race world where I suffocate, only a forest can appease my soul. Such the wolf in the middle of thy trees I'm free, it's here that I find my bliss, thy dark light feed my heart & highten my being, thou are my kingdom, the transcendental pilar of my evolution. I know that your calm is hiding behind your foliage the ferocity emerging from the epic of an immemorial past, where the swords of our forefathers sunk in the body of their enemies, bringing their last scream in one ultimate embrace with death. And soon the snow will recover thy greenery & this planet, the dragons fire shall awaken & will blow so powerfully that this earth shall tremble. So the human race will sleep for eternity. Oh! Profane creations of nature & macrocosm into the freeze night I invoke you to reign on this poor world & that again the blizzard still flow in my veins. I'm an unchained wolf never forsaking, of an immortal belief I'm the guardian. I'm the sword of this night of full moon who shall engrave for ever our reign. Blessed be our triumph! Glorious & Victorious We were, We are & We shall be.
7. Psychotic Torment Act 3
"Morgengry pä seierens dag"
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