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OPERA IX LYRICS
"The Call of the Wood" (1995)
1. Alone In The Dark
2. Esteban's Promise
3. The Call Of The Wood
4. Al Azif
5. Sepulcro
1. Alone In The Dark
Eternal suffering.Everlasting oblivion of tears falling into the dust.I want to die.But the three mothers don't grip my handthey want the cycle to be completed.I'm walking through this autumnal mistwhere everything diesand where everything's anguish and loneliness.I mortify my heart with love's painand fall into the hollow deep abyss.I'm alone in the darkmy being transfixed by a circle of shining soulsbut their laments can nothing against frosthate and the macabre veil winding my soulin an obscure seal.I would shed blood but something's hindering that to mewhich dark force gives my spirit strengththou condemned to wander in this mist thick as painI'm alone in Mater Tenebra.Amen.I enjoy this event.I son of darkness drink my tearsfrom the calix of the god who never forsakeswho turns defeat into victory.I raise my hands up towards the northern icy windand to the nothing I yell.Th at vision is mild and pure wrapped into the torments windI stretch out my hand but everything disappearsso I close the circle of fire once moreand I find myself again alone in the dark.I celebrate the ancient names of this pagan winterlooking for lymph and powerfor his soul now I've lost into emptiness.Lost in Mater Tenebra.Satan's masses mutate the weak.
2. Esteban's Promise
I (myself) Esteban son of the dark side,illuminated monarch of the abyss(which is) forgotten by the divine lightI'm alive.Ancient now inexistent laws,which have been destroyed by you man,prevented me from waking up.I will come riding a black dragonin delirium winds and anguish wingspurify the air 'cause I'm coming and sacrificeto the big tree with fire and blood.I Esteban promise...Power and glory in the anarchy of evilto you poor mortals unite in my magic circlein a way without return swear in me voices in the windvoices from a moan which fades in a deliriumlike the weak dust settles on the ruins of the past.Oh lost souls in the whirl of the infiniteEsteban is alive... and so is the legend...
3. The Call Of The Wood
Beyond the valley of the silencealong the paths of ancient knowledgeled from the dense odours of the wind.You will find yourself in the holy woodconsecrated to the primordial gods.Baptized with the dew around the oak of this Wiccian's masscelebrated from the warbling of the crows, og great mother moon.Ishtar, Astarte, Inanna, let me feed at your breastlet me celebrate the fertile union of the horned godwith the pure white goddess.Follow the call of the wood.Follow the voice of the god.Celebrate in the Nemeton with red candlesand autumnal flowers on the stone altar.Dress yourself with the sky in the magic circleand purify yourself with the sacred incense of Cernunnos.Bless me mother, 'cause I am your son.Blessed be my eyes, therefore I can find your way.Blessed be my nose, therefore I can breath your essence.Blessed be my mouth, therefore I can talk about you.Blessed be my chest, therefore I can be faithful to you.Blessed be my ancestry, therefore I can give life to men and women.as you gave life to the universe.Blessed be my feet, therefore I can follow your way.Let the last smoke disappear carried from the wind.Rise your eyes full of astral energyand look at the crow that will lead your return to silence.Let the night fall down on youas the death curtain falls down on life.You'll be reborn...(to be continued...)
4. Al Azif
What can wait forever isn't deadand in the long run, even death dies.The Ancient were, the Ancient are,the Ancient will be.They walked in this world,after knowing the kingdom of stars,and the stars will pre-announce their coming.But bfore then the day of men will passed.They'll descend through the door, they'll break the sealsand their claws will freethemselves from the ancient vice,they'll find the way in the labyrinth of time'cause for Yog-Sothoth time is only one thing.So they'll go back and reign where they reigned onceand their oaths will contaminate the earth.Oh, poor wretch you flatter yourselfthat you exploit their immense strengthand their dirty power. Count the seasonsobserve the sun and the starsand when you have risen the stonesand implored their powerthat will be the door through whichyou can call them out of time and space.So you will hear their terrible voicesyou will see ever-burning malign flamesbut you won't know the striking handand the destroying soul'cause they come without a faceand men don't know their forms.But be cautious in acting so that the tentacles of darknesscan't pentrate your soulas the man who was too darlinglost his vital forceand chaos appeared to his mind.
5. Sepulcro
I'm alone the night wind's blowing on my faceand the branches of the trees are cryingin the big empty of this night.Step by step along the shadow paththe black cloak of darkness opens the doorin the place of eternal silence.Wha strange emotions are striking my bodyan obscure quiet is leading my mindmy hands are touching the wet treesand the undergrowth is making my way blind amongthe mossy stones in the realm of the dead.The old ivy-mantled gate is creakingwhile I am opening the door of the whisper crypt.What a morbid force my soul hasa hidden god is leading my steps.I am going down is this wet stairs in the stiffing darkonly the noise of a dropof water is stressing the passing timeI'm alone in this sepulcro.I humble being pieteously observe the men's fragilty.Putrid bones put upon marble sacellaare waiting for nothingwhile the cobwebs are covering the ancient effigieseverything's resting in a monumental silence hereeverything is forgotten here.I alone in this sepulcro will bring these relicsback to life with my profane action.This is a sacred profanationthat will give life to deaththe eternal life of memory.Alone in this sepulcro.
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