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NONE VALUELESS ART LYRICS
"Forlorn In A Dying World..." (2007)
1. Intro
2. The Pagan Wanderings
3. Madrigal Of Northern Glory
4. Alternative Lost In The New Meaning Of Pagan Art
5. Walk The Epigonic Way With The Wrath Of Nature
6. Escape To Nothingness
7. Outro
8. My Refuge In Darkness (Ragnarok cover)
9. The Pagan Wanderings (2003 rehearsal)
10. Madrigal Of Northern Glory (2003 rehearsal)
11. Alternative Lost In The New Meaning Of Pagan Art (2003 rehearsal)
1. Intro
2. The Pagan Wanderings
Once upon a time there was an age where there was nothing -
neither sand, nor sea, nor salty waves.
No grass was on the earth, only an abyss under a grey sky.
And then glowing streams like fertilized flames blazed from the sun,
and the era of the hall, and of the Gods had begun to quake.
Lead age, sword age. Shields grappled, spear spires clashed
and swords were struck against heads.
Wind age, wolfs age. Bring the sword
in the hero’s hand before the world fall.
Everyone take a sword, for the sake of blood and fighting.
Everyone take a sword, when there is thunder and lightning.
No one knows what was in the ancient age, but with the truth on
my lips I bring destiny words.
No. We must resist to exist in this world, fucking world.
But now, we can believe in the fragments of the rest from the
old madrigals, anthems, skalds, just songs.
What is now to come, we can’t know, but the grey wolf
staring all the time at the residential place of the Gods.
Place of the Gods...
3. Madrigal Of Northern Glory
We must prevent the flood of natural streams
with their stupid ideologies like their God, behind the near eastern horizon.
People came from forlorn wastelands where no flowers grow
and stones overcast the landscapes, the landscapes and their reason.
Rain falls daily like the ale in the night,
nights to fall into delirious oblivions, and wish that the mourning never comes, but it does.
Sun burns daily like terror and war,
war against feeble-minded religion, and also for treasures that the earth hides.
… and back again though ancient forests, no longer
wrath on your shoulder, on the way back to pagan lands.
… and back again in our domestic fortresses
carry the northern glory, to the shores of the North Sea.
Everlasting back and forth insinde love and hate,
from love to hate and back from hate to love and through death!!!
... and when we come frome the forelands and fathom the northern lands
then we are the exstrangerous, but I am sure this part is welcome there
and here is myfinal destination!
4. Alternative Lost In The New Meaning Of Pagan Art
People surrounded me, nevertheless I can’t find some happiness,
cause my intoxication is full with darkness and satanic power.
Oh what a past! Oh what a perception! Oh what a delusion!
Why do you slip away every single ritual
that has enclosed you with mother earth?
Why do you do things against nature,
when you say that you believe in pagan hearts?
This is not a Utopia, look and see how and who we are!
This is not a Utopia, look and see how and who we are!
People have been left behind me, nevertheless I can find some happiness,
cause my arms have much aspiration, but does the rest of my body feel free?
This is not a Utopia, look and see how and who we are!
This is not a Utopia, look and see how and who I am!
And the rest that remains is that you can hear and see,
the enchanted females wait for you and bleed.
See that the alternative is lost, lost in the new meaning of Pagan Art.
5. Walk The Epigonic Way With The Wrath Of Nature
Urban soiled, atomic power is rising and devastating the earth.
Wrath and rage between soil and sky temperatures in chaos,
irresistible spate will come.
Later generations are going to read about our time,
they wouldn´t be pleased about the rest that we leave behind us.
They mourn! Suffering diseases! They cry! And they die!
The dust and the ashes of former times
cover our souls and hold on to us.
With stony wings into our war
and to the stars or to another place to live.
But since this harmony still contains cruel flaws,
forlornness and alienation of existence. This advice is
considered of little value by gnostics.
Look!
Clouds are calling again, a promise of mortality
the sign of myself is carved, on a tomb in the netherworld.
One step behind this line, enter and see that the risen realm has fallen.
6. Escape To Nothingness
In this world where feelings are in confusion,
trials end up in failure, no one cares for nature.
Then I am hungry for retribution,
I saw only an unreachable illusion.
And now it is an extrusion of all, for a while,
a while that you can only count in years.
Years they lavished away, you can never get them back.
Maybe these words are hard and numb your faces
nevertheless an endless inspiration.
My desecration no longer exist
when I am gone to cut off some of my limbs and…
...leave me alone with this disequilibrium,
do not imagine me, because after all I kill myself and die.
And when I have reached the other side
maybe we dance hand in hand.
A maelstrom of emotions for a dying wish.
Do you know what has come over you, and what is gone?
7. Outro
8. My Refuge In Darkness (Ragnarok cover)
A new world has opened
a world among the stars
I have now found my star
and it will be my new home
until the end of my stargate vision
Among the star I rest now
it's the time of silent
Only the sound of falling stars
break the silent
Only in my dreams exist this world
It's just wonderful to hover
in the empty space
No feelings for humanity
a perfect world for me
I wish it last forever
This world made from depths
of the darkest space of mind
Such vision of deathview
I search now for my death
and meet the shadow world
9. The Pagan Wanderings (2003 rehearsal)
10. Madrigal Of Northern Glory (2003 rehearsal)
11. Alternative Lost In The New Meaning Of Pagan Art (2003 rehearsal)
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