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PATH OF GOLCONDA LYRICS
"Astigian" (2003 Demo)
1. Sic Itur ad Astra
2. A Silent Midnight Dance
3. Devour Machine
4. Frozen Stars in Flames
5. Of Virus and Virtue
6. Infant Death
7. Hate V2 (Murder-Practise Mix)
8. The War Machine (too-much-PILS remix)
1. Sic Itur ad Astra
2. A Silent Midnight Dance
Hist! - Under the moon a dancing swan!
His beauty be a minuetto with the nightfall
My preciouest Eye, why barest thou such
innocent rapture?
Twirling swan, angelic dancer,
Until morn-rise thou shalt whirl
with gleaming waters, which are thy fonde
requeste for pleasure e´ermore
Lost Heaven,
enlight´ thy dearest stars
Enkindle now the fire
Thus thou canst see those dancers dance
sent fro´ the shades below...
Yet wilst thou send the garish´st light
to burn the pale, caressing Night?-
Oh Swan!
How tragic hath thy dance become
how funereal Night´s Orchestra!
Amberéd moon, ye cloud-cover´d mother
bath thy waiting children
Welcom´d by Dusk I pray to thee
to cheer thy heart of ebony!
Ye purple clouds, grant me this joy
whilst Heaven His Queen bareth
thus jocundly the Night be spent
and Blood ´twixt clos´d lips serveth
(And Lo! - His voice raiseth ´pon the waves! )
„And darkness lulleth me
-a feather on its flight through night
my emotions an ocean of fire
may rest in cold and silent grave
Hark! The ravens! come and fly,
spread the wings and be us part
-vast woods and moonlit places
a secret light - (yet) day denied...“
When the nightfall gently
covers thine fear with dreams
I´ll come as thou hast orderéd
to search for life and thee!
Dew-wet fields like teardrops?
the stars twinkle in the weeping sky,
the smell of purest innocence -
like visions of Daylight....
Lost Heaven,
enlight´ thy dearest stars
Enkindle now the fire
Thus thou canst see those dancers dance
sent fro´ the shades below.
Hist! Under the moon a silent lake...
His beauty lieth dead at daybreak
My preciouest Eye, why barest thou
such a lonely grief ?
3. Devour Machine
How does it feel to be raped and raped again
Infernal molestation of your body, mind and soul
Virginal skin drags in endless pain
You´re just meat to be raped and raped again
Helpless caged in my cellar
But you are not alone
From bleeched bones of (other) corpses
Rats feeding from your flesh
A new day full of agony
As I enter your pit again
I like to see what´s within you
Save your cries in vain
All your senses are destroyed
You feel only pain
Brutally mutilated corpse
You´re up to be raped again (and again!)
Hark! Oh restless spirit!
Let loose thy fatal grasp from me!
For night shall be my realm
Banned unto these lies I am
Colourful my visions are
But also rich with hate
And so your existance is
My only thorn in my eye
How deep is my hate
From passion turned to wicked greed
Thou my beloved deamon
Is it you I have to kill?
Lo! This rose with poisoned thorns and steady falling leaves
This shall be my final fall into the black of endless grief...
Yeah, how does it feel ?
Before your master you shall kneel
Revenge always a bitter taste
on your pain torment is based
How does it feel to be raped and raped again?
Infernal molestation of your body, mind and soul
Virginal skin drags in endless pain
You´re just fucking meat to be raped and raped again...
Helpless caged in my cellar
But you are not alone
From bleeched bones of corpses
Rats feeding from your flesh.....
4. Frozen Stars in Flames
Thy tresses wave in midnight´s light
and shadow-clad thy shape appears
how gay yet gone this soft delight
how mournful art the tears...
Alas! All things are silent
and the garden is deeply asleep
calm is the sea with the beasts´ unity
yet rages my grief onwards thee
A tear - in fear
with a threnody to hear
in frames of flames
who leech my life their jaws to smear
I, on my knees came crawling to ye thief
who deceived me on the throne of cunt
and flames start to dance in a melancholy trance
in the selenite sky the frozen stars to brand
Twitching like the Serpents of Saphiria
whose whispers hold thy arms embraced
in a melody of Ophelia
with their evil tongue thy mind had laced
Take my blood for I`m o´thine
taste my life and my demise
I´ll to scent thy fatal wine
Be part of machinery!
Spend thy blood and then be mine
of love? Art thou of mourn?
Wilt thou in Hell´s abandon´d light
Part o´machinery be?
Yet I hear thy melody -
Indeed my song I sing to thee
To unique both joy and tragedy -
a league with Death to me!
So cruel my prison but gleaming my love
that melteth the frozen ground, trees and grass
of my garden, secretly -
it walloweth so drunkenly!
What noble heart
shalt chant this drama? -
Woe is me! - And our foolery!
And inly I weep on my blood
And ne´er grasp the Quiddity.
5. Of Virus and Virtue
Cold winds gazes silver hair
Ancient mystery prowls through the night
Fangs array haggard lips
I´m ranting while the twillight easts
Let thy disciples rise and swarm
Thy sins are thine to endure
Like a virus contagiously infecting
Heretic ideas burned into flesh
...she said “I have bound you“
(by sorcery) And brand thee eternally
And I lost my power in this world
And I go insane as I below thy name
Bow down before the one you serve
Morbid onyx reach my sight
Ablazed by mournful despair
Now that you learn the ruler´s been reigned
Cold wind gazes silver hair
Ancient mystery prowls through the night
Fangs array haggard lips
I`m ranting while the twillight easts
Let thy disciples rise and swarm
Thy sins are thine to endure
We are one, my love
One blood - one clan
None may challenge thy word
While in thy domain
And then you´ll learn
To join the circle with ardened love
and faithful trust
Hunt, hunt and charm
Procurest ye not, thou´ll wither
6. Infant Death
So fond awaited constellations are right now
The sacrifice is done - I entered this wicked world
Ripped of the womb which embraced me
For nine fucking months of sanctity
Let me keep this thoughts which torment me
And lo the outcome of that poor seed
Be a black-coloured bloom, perverted taste
Of mourn inside which starts to hate
This glaring light, atrocious light
Faints my mind, life doth invite
Sleep, cover light-urged eyes
Please enlace me, hold me night
I may never fear this severe way
But rather die than be a slave
Empty thoughts which dwell inside a mass of minds
Gathering, for each obeys its grasp
Every dream of freedom rot in youth
Insensitive, no hope to choose
Far away I stand and see the old
Bereaved of their strange unfortunate thoughts
Standing, smiling for I will not
Live imprisoned as each other does
Solitude has entered the tunes of hope
That were sung for aeons, spent alone
For none escaped the talon of life
Only I decide the day I die
(Dying freed from the poor)
Silence and darkness - the bliss I have known
Before I had to face this dreadful dawn
Where unused nature commands my life
And starts to engrave on my empty mind
Grateful kept these thoughts which torment me,
And lo the outcome of that poor seed
Is a black-coloured bloom, perverted taste
Of mourn inside which turned to hate
I never feared this severe way
And will be free entering my grave
This glaring light, atrocious light
Faints my mind, sleep doth invite
Please close these light-urged eyes
Take me home, beloved night.
7. Hate V2 (Murder-Practise Mix)
8. The War Machine (too-much-PILS remix)
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