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NIGHT CONQUERS DAY LYRICS
"Rebellion is the Art of Survival" (1999)
1. The Triumphant Night Conquers The Dying Day (Introitus II)
2. Mirror Gazing
3. The Perserverence of Ignorance
4. Rebellion is the Art of Survival
5. Drawn Together in Magnetic Violent Trances
6. Dream Sleep Sorcery
7. The Consequence of Action
1. The Triumphant Night Conquers The Dying Day (Introitus II)
Take a deep look into the centre of your eyes
into the vast dark abyss of your soul
Who do you see looking back at you?
Searching for purpose and reason
There are those amongst us who are lost
Searching for a leader to follow
I am at the front of the battlefields
Blaze onwards... with or against me
Eminent royalty pervades the blood of man
Dignity and pride rule in this teomple of the flesh
The stars spine down the pathway igniting the flame
Gazing into the illusion of reality
Royal blood radiates
Mystified by the rise of weakness
Upon thrones that rise up high in the night
Looking down at the flickering flames of evolution
Castles and grande halls decorate the inner landscapes
The pawns cannot fool my perceptions
Those eyes that you are yours
How is it that they cannot see further beyond?
Deeper into the chasm of the ego
Arrogant lividity claims the throne
Beares of the thorncrown weak with their martyrdom
delusions
Riddled with puzzles and labyrinths
There is no map for our own immortality
Crosses hold not the foundations of thought
Reality's the beast that mankind hath wrought
Again I ask... do you know who you are?
Lay down your shield and be slain
The blody axe is your redemption
The seeds of man breed extinction
Ensnare the triumphant blazing sky
The search for truth begins when you die
Die with me
You will die with me
You can cry with me
Die with me again
(Repeat)
2. Mirror Gazing
ake a deep look into the centre of your eyes
into the vast dark abyss of your soul
Who do you see looking back at you?
Searching for purpose and reason
There are those amongst us who are lost
Searching for a leader to follow
I am at the front of the battlefields
Blaze onwards... with or against me
Eminent royalty pervades the blood of man
Dignity and pride rule in this teomple of the flesh
The stars spine down the pathway igniting the flame
Gazing into the illusion of reality
Royal blood radiates
Mystified by the rise of weakness
Upon thrones that rise up high in the night
Looking down at the flickering flames of evolution
Castles and grande halls decorate the inner landscapes
The pawns cannot fool my perceptions
Those eyes that you are yours
How is it that they cannot see further beyond?
Deeper into the chasm of the ego
Arrogant lividity claims the throne
Beares of the thorncrown weak with their martyrdom
delusions
Riddled with puzzles and labyrinths
There is no map for our own immortality
Crosses hold not the foundations of thought
Reality's the beast that mankind hath wrought
Again I ask... do you know who you are?
Lay down your shield and be slain
The blody axe is your redemption
The seeds of man breed extinction
Ensnare the triumphant blazing sky
The search for truth begins when you die
Die with me
You will die with me
You can cry with me
Die with me again
3. The Perserverence of Ignorance
Where have all the great skeptics flocked?
Have preachers even begun to open their eyes?
Truth is so difficult to accept
The Dead Sea scrolls dethrone the lies
Gehenna burns with misrepresentation
Hell fires burn in the mind only
Clinging to their cross in desperation
Hoping that their faith is not undeserving
Dissection of testimonial scripture
Tells stories long twisted by time
Mountains of maladjusted logic
Wasted on the minds of insignificant fools
To the four corners of the earth
They spread their seed and their fallacy
Overtaken by a lack of foresight
Blinded by the urge to believe
Our warfare lies not in the slaughter of the flesh
Thought is the axe in this battle
Attack where the heart is the weakest
Disconnect oneself from the physical world
To the four corners of the earth
They spread their seed and their fallacy
Overtaken by a lack of foresight
Blinded by the urge to believe
So much chaos surrounds christiandom
How can one argue with a blank stare?
The intricate workings of an insane theology
Difficult to penetrate with principle or reason
Discussion and debate leads to frustration
To the sky I raise my first accursed
Damn this whole fuckin' world of slaves
Why waste my words tanting ignorace
To the antediluvian polytheistic pantheons
I give praise to all that is NOT christian
Freed by my wisdom and foresight
Isolated by my contempt with society
Discussion and debate leads to frustration
To the sky I raise my fist accursed
I must share oxygen with this fuckin' world of slaves
A waste of breath, a waste of energy
Remember the church and for which it stands
Lies to suppress what parades on it's lands
History and knowledge have suffered the loss
There's been only christian, he died on the cross.
(Repeat)
They drink the blood of their nazarene
The symbolic rite of human sacrifice
Feasting on the flesh of their saviour
An ancient cult addicted to power
Thirst for blood
Deceitful love
The child condemned
History penned
Fallacious virgin goddess of purity
The bastard child condemned for all eternity
Muth and history penned by fanatics
Biblical bigotry precedes common sense
Thirst for blood
Deceitful love
Fallacious virgin
The christ condemned
"Whereever there are walls I shall inscribe this eternal accusation against chirstianity upon them. I can write in letters which can even the blind se....I call christianity the one great curse, the one great intrinsic depravity, the one great instinct for revenge for which on expedient is sufficiently poisonous, secret, subterranean, petty-I call it the one immortal blemish of mankind."
*The closing paragraph from Friedrich Nietzsche's "The Antichrist" 1895
4. Rebellion is the Art of Survival
Pour into my eyes
An electric sabbatical
Venus shines ever so bright
In the pale evening sky
...Lucifer...
The power of wisdom surges
The pulse of an ever fonder heart
Entranced by the knowledge of a lifetime
Fit to fight in a war overdue
...Warrior...
You can never truly know me
My blood is exquisite
A labyrinth of survival
Lays waste to your vain attempts
...Survival...
Time is so out of phase here
In this existence where I thrive
Ego thieves weak with envy
Time shall prove truth of self
The throes of death are my benefit
No walls obstruct my pathway
The concept of sanity
Seems so far away
The chains that bind thee
Drag down the spiritual essence
Rebellion
Is the art of survival
Follow me into the night
You, too, shall awaken
Find your true self
And abide in that essence
(Solo: Mikael)
Oh, the might of Lucifer
Pulses in my heart centre
Strength of character
Strength of mind
Leave the past behind
My hexagram is my talisman
Protector of my spirit
...warrior... god of Mars...
...Lucifer... rebellion angel
I draw a circle around myself
And ignite the flame of envy
A tyrannical majesty
Of my own wordly kingdom
Crossing streams of consciousness
To enter into my own...
Your weakness is your disillusionment
Your strength is your understanding
Question the unquestionable
Stir a mighty earthquake
Forward on into onslaught
My blood is exquisite
Your submission is your surrender
Your rebellion is your survival
Rebellion angel battalion
Never surrender, never give in
Let the bridges I shall burn
Light the pathway to my kingdom
5. Drawn Together in Magnetic Violent Trances
6. Dream Sleep Sorcery
When the sky turns red, there’s no turning back
With our eyes closed, we are under attack
The dead are rising and it's hunger they lack
A lonely wolf howling separated from his pack
The stars rain onto the earthen streams of green
Unsettling the goddess in a contemplative state serene
The candle's face is melting into something so obscene
Something is wrong with the world...
She climbs up the staircase in her desperation
The moon is truly in her eyes
I reach out my hand to pull her to safety
But I cannot find her, I only hear her cries
The stairs turn to stars, and she falls
Unwilling denizen of this cosmic maze
Behind me a dark shape looms in the halls
Outside the sky has embraced a creeping haze
Smokefilled rooms lie still and silently
The written word prevaricates what was said
Hypnotic vertigo gyrates uncontrolled
Dream sleep sorcery stirs me in my bed
(Repeat 3 times)
The sky again turns red as the sun begins to rise
The moon is setting to the west in crimson guise
A wave of consumption and everybody dies
Beneath the veil I'm frozen, closed are my eyes...
She's gone...
7. The Consequence of Action
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