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MISANTROPICAL PAINFOREST LYRICS
"Winds Saturate With Inhumane Longing" (2005)
1. Demons Haunt this Forest
2. Winds Saturate With Inhumane Longing
3. Past the Stonecircle Clearing
4. Besmeared the Tunic of Honour
5. To Bequeath the Tranquil Waters
6. Wood Chain Summoning
7. Journeying (T)here
8. Instrumental Longing Winds
1. Demons Haunt this Forest
Black is the night
The forest doesn't feel for your humanness
The forest is not concerned by your pity
The forest is alive
And if you venture into it at night
You must be sure of yourself
Because the demons haunt this forest
2. Winds Saturate With Inhumane Longing
The Winds that blow here
Blow straight through
And overwhelm
With anguish
Of pitiless longing
Infinite sadness
Of the universe
A wave that comes
And leaves you
Standing breathless
The Winds that blow here
Saturate the body and the mind
With inhumane feeling of longing
For some long-lost counterpart
The bushes tingle with vagueness
As the shadows merge with darkness
Dancing is the inner fire
Of the spirit of these areas
The Winds that blow here
Bring memories of antiquity
Of people never met
Of hands unseen before
The Winds that blow here
Force the heart long far away
And yet the same force
Makes me wish that I could stay
For the pain that comes with this kind of longing
One might never get relief
It forces oneself to keep going
To find the missing link
It turns into an urge
And the pain becomes internalized
Life infuses with the pain
And realize it's only natural
Inhumane...pain
Inhumane...longing
Pitiless...pain
Beautiful...force
The Winds Saturate
With Inhumane Longing
An inborn sense of duty
To walk a path with a heart
Darkness lies in heart of day
With dawn the night won't go away
And as the wind keeps blowing
I find my home in this movement
The Winds Saturate
With Inhumane Longing
Longing to find a way out
Longing to find the answers
To this mystery...
3. Past the Stonecircle Clearing
Past the Stonecircle Clearing.
In trace of unseen footprints
Following the smell of rain
Turned into whiffs of mist
Past the Stoncircle Clearing.
in search of a place forgotten
Body and mind alert
The trees reign here.
Nightwind enshrouded the path
(And) when the dawn
Was turned into day
The path was gone.
Past the Stonecircle Clearing.
Beyond the place where the oaks grow ancient
No feeling of enmity present
Neither concern for humanness
Behind are the lumbered clearings
Where the trunks and roots are enraged
Injured and filled with wrath
Against the kin of the cutters.
Ahead lie the fumes of obscurity
Mystifying the surroundings.
The footsteps must be firm yet cautious
For the ground may soon turn out to be (very) unsolid.
Past the Stonecircle Clearing
Where the druidsong used to resound
Before the altar with an ensiform sigil
With symbols of tree-befriended knowledge
Gone are the druids now, past away long ago
Only the wind now sings in the trees
And the streams of the disharmonic intruders
Are stilled by roots, branches, moss, and venomous fangs
In danger is the traveller who dares to pass the forestline
Past the Stonecircle Clearing
In search of hidden wisdom he must be
Or a foolish defiant ass, whom the world shan't evermore see
The rhythm of the trees differs from that of men
And they are not on friendly terms
With human toils, hopes and anxiety
Into the forest the one who enters
In search of knowledge
Must be prepared to face the quest
With respect, fear, humility
Absolute self-assurance
And capacity of feeling awe
The nightwinds pulled the shroud away
From the path to the ancient place, again
It's open only sometimes
And many have failed to return.
Past the Stonecircle Clearing
In search of the hidden knowledge
The powers are roaming free
Remember how it was in the winter?
When the frosted shrubs twinkled in starlight?
Now it's another season
And the powers are still here.
4. Besmeared the Tunic of Honour
Besmeared the Tunic of Honour
With blood of filthy crusaders
Sword slit neat cut from throat to gut
Their axes rape these woods no more
Wounds in the memory of earth
Deeds of the morally corrupt
Legions of a spiritual plague
Marching under flag of a failed man
The woods have no concept of mercy
Phantasmagoriac projections nocturnal
Led the frail-minded into terror
Panicking, sweating prayers
Scaring their stallions astray
Phantasmagoriac projections sepulchrally haunting
Cast forth by the sorcery of trees
Misantropical Painforest
Does not know pity
For unfriendly invaders
Misantropical Painforest
Weaving its dream of magery and deep-rooted might
The pain you may feel in the deepness of its shadows
Will tear your heart apart
With the longing it conjures
Longing for infinity
And the abnormal purity of being
The woods have no concept of pity
The pain you may feel in your guts
If your heart is insincere
Is a sign of a forthcoming
Misantropical disembowelment
Besmeared the Tunic of Honour
The strong-hearted legionary stands
Laughter so grim
As the life of the mentally disturbed
Is absorbed by the soil
Of the forest-land
Honour for the ancient woods
Untouched by the mankind's aberrations
Honour for the spirit woods
Untamed and ever-vibrant
Honour for the purity of lands
Where worries and haste are dethroned by depth
Honour for the purity of heart
Of those who adventure the forests
With respect, awe and ruthless wits
The woods have no time for compassion
Human is animal among others
And when the wolves howl at the midnight fullmoon
The beasts of Honour
Gather around the Centervortex
Then new tales shall be told
And heard...
5. To Bequeath the Tranquil Waters
By the lake, seated like an ancient warrior
Watching silently
As the last ray of light sinks
And so must we sink now
Into the deeps of the night
To bequeath the tranquil waters
For those left behind
By the rocks, watching the birds swim away
Beyond the painted horizon
Which flutters in the waves
Like celebration of victory
Or foreboding of death
It's hard to say
It's hard to talk
And it's hard to silence
This last trail of words
That still keeps on tying the images
To bequeath the tranquil waters
For those who come after us
Must we watch this everything carefully
And sink into the silence
To bequeath the tranquil waters
For those before whom we go
Must we remember everything
And enter the whole between the sounds
The trees by the ancient lakeside
Waved subtly with the movement
Of the forest that gather to pull us beneath
The trees are ancient warriors
And now each of us
must ride on one's own might
Not relying on anyone else
To bequeath the silent waters
We have to preserve their tranquillity
Until the storm comes...
To bequeath the tranquil waters
6. Wood Chain Summoning
Deep in the woods there's a place
An ancient ritual place
Where spirits gather
At the sound of logs hung with chains
Time warps manyfold around the Centervortex
Which lies in the heart of the ancient forest
The rituals of Wood Chain Summoning
Are held in an intermedial stage of travelling
Body and mind unified. Energy body solidifies.
Wood Chain Summoning.
Summoning of strength for infinity.
7. Journeying (T)here
Journeying here, there
Don't know if ever coming back
The woods, surround;
fade away the thoughts
Mobile, fluidized; assimilating with the wind
Eearthform becomes abstract,
way of feeling released
Hill after hill,
ancient beasts start to walk across the roads,
from beyond the borders
And hitherto, the mindpuzzling defiant waltz of infinity
The to shed off the pretense, time to become naked
Sincere and brutal, before the Night
And before the eye of the Sun...
Stabilized by the coldness of the forest lake
Yet musekles burning, blood rushing with the passion
Mind becomes gradually calmer
But the yearning still combusts, searches the within.
Misantropical Painforest - Ancients of War
Pumping veins of the Nethersoil
Bleeding under control of the inhumane Will
Nowhere is everywhere
Journeying
8. Instrumental Longing Winds
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