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NALVAGE LYRICS
"2 Hymns: Countless Corpses" (2003 Demo)
1. Flesh is Apocalypse
2. Venatoris Plenilunium
1. Flesh is Apocalypse
FLESH IS APOCALYPSE
The key to avoid the dark
Is set your fleshes ablaze
Brood of same abortion
A new form of inhuman life is generating hate
Glowin' hammer in my torn hand
Is tool of a transmutation art
As absence of pure life and
Evanescence of everlasting death
Immense fields of corpses
Impaled on thousands mutilated crosses
Lacerated soil prosthesis
Skies appreciate laughing thunders
This lower humanity species
Squirm within throbbin' flesh trench
Black clouds are catharsis swarms
Moon decomposes in shreds of light
Deconsacrated is their shape
Mauled carcass is one suppuration surge
Struggling to drill space
Through raping veils of putrescence
Cauterize atrophied arms
In name of warth we crawl
Flourishing with darkness
Proud of cannot shine
Blut werft von der gräber aus
Wo geschöpfe und leichen
Nützen sich in der letzten orgie
Von der menschheit
All we lay
In crystallized spirals of
Eversive stimuli
Entwining thy crown
Our flesh's thy crown
2. Venatoris Plenilunium
VENATORIS PLENILUNIUM
Illud tenebrae celat, amentis timeant,
Quia erunt insani in meam potestatem venient
Innumerabilis victimae qua non necavisse sciam
Concurrite, debiles, ad caecam silvam:
Nox ostendit arcana mortalibus,
Mea est assequendi gloria ea
Vestrum artibus contremiscere
Illecebras est venate mea
Prosternite, moltitudum, coram irae; eiulate
Dum aethera est in pulmones, et in pectus ii
Luna plena mortuum corpora
Lambit post attraxisse sibi vos
Nudi ante cultrum meum
In venatoris plenilunio
Patientur sitim eius ei
Omnia solam conceditur hauriendi,
Quia vos infimi eritis meum
Sanguem…
Quem iratus repudiabo
In morte tenebrarum
Immolantur nescios in
Venatoris plenilunio
Terrae solum sorbes hunc relictum me:
Novi flores luce solis arescent,
Cum ubi ille nihil est ero, erit non iam
- translation from Latin -
THE FULLMOON OF THE HUNTER
What the darkness hides, the unwise ones shall fear,
for will be the fools to fall in my power
Countless victims that I don't know I've slain
Hasten, weak ones, in the darkened forest…
The night reveals the secrets of the mortals,
mine is the glory to receive them.
The shivering of your limbs is the recall for my hunt.
Prostrate, moltitude, in the presence of my rage!
Scream until air is inside your lungs, and they are in your chest!
The fool moon licks dead bodies afeter it attracted you,
naked in front of my blade… in the fullmoon of the hunter.
You are going to suffer the thirst of the one
who's allowed once for all to drink:
for you inferior ones will be my blood,
that I will repudiate with indignation in the death of darkness.
Sacrified are the unaware ones in the fullmoon of the hunter.
The Earth soil absorbes what i left:
new flowers will wither in the sunlight,
when I will be where what is Nothingness, will not be anymore.
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