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RAKOTH LYRICS
"Planeshift" (1999)
1. Planeshift (Introduction)
2. Fear (Wasn't in the Design)
3. Noldor Exodus
4. The Dark Heart of Uukrul
5. Og'elend
6. Planeshift
7. Gorthaur Aulendil
8. Mountain God
9. The Unquiet Grave
10. Outro
1. Planeshift (Introduction)
2. Fear (Wasn't in the Design)
Dancing, dancing round the fires
Scales of brass and blackened gold
Wings of flame, obsidian eyes
Miracle you behold
Sparkling bliss you see in her motion
Joy of living and dancing in flame
Gave the birth with all your devotion
Time to give her a name
Charming dance draws the rune of Earth Flame
Mesmerizing, enchanting, femimine and proud See - her life and the fire are the same
"I shall name you - Llah", - you speak her name aloud
Smile freezing on you face, turning into the painful grin
Burning invisible crown compressing your head
Scarlet and black rings dancing before your eyes
With groan you're falling to the ground
Whispering "Why?" - "It wasn't in the Design!"...
"Pain... So this is pain... Now I know how it feels...
My creation... It wasn't in the Design... So it must not be..."
Charming dance drew the rune of Earth Flame
Mesmerizing, enchanting, feminine, divine
You saw - her life and the fire were the same
So you named her Llah forever to shine...
New feeling - like the wave of black flame: wrath Melkor rises with his fists clenched and shouts to the sky
"You, the One! Leave him be!
It's easy to control the weaker... Try me!"
"YOUR WORDS..."
3. Noldor Exodus
4. The Dark Heart of Uukrul
"I'm one of the darkness, once of the light
I'm holding the Beacon, holding the night
And if one of the darkness has won over light
The pure shall be slaughtered in eternal night"
Ruled by the ancient kings
The city under the mountain
Eriosthe laid in peace
The Beacon gave the light
The Beacon of powers so great
Released at once they would
Destroy everything
These powers could not be possessed by the kings
Too weak to exploit the whole might
So I who have all the Arcana rings
Emerge to claim my right
I hide my heart within ornate urn
At the place of no return
Eight Beacon's guardians' hearts petrified
To lock my death inside
"The first behind gases and poisonous air
The second with the dead behind twist and stair
The third with the dragon, the fourth in a cell
The fifth in the depth warped by evil spell
The sixth with His hordes, the seventh in a pit
And the last in the Stronghold where the Dark One sits
Eight frozen keys for six bloodied locks
And the darkest heart from the coldest rock"
"One shattered heart shall the Dark One stop..."
The fools tried before
Too feeble were their efforts
So worthless fate is deserved by fool
With the ancient lore
Dark prophecy summoned by servant
In vain - Areth, thou wilt never rule!
If one had force to find all hearts
To hold me within this plane
And with hammer of black glass split my soul apart
It would not stop my sinister reign
The only way to end this all
And to make my citadel fall
Is to fire the Beacon inside my lair
If the gods wish to heed your prayer
"Umhir deln Fshofth, Du saq mishallfen
Ersan su stramanlisa du saq verhallfen
Itor ka skirian, thror qastura taras
Wur qanar wur stilor wur kas"
5. Og'elend
Dwelling in the depths, lurking as unnoticed
As the shadow can't lurk in the gloom of the Underdark's night
Ilythiiri, as we Drow call ourselves
Rejoice life and deeds in the name of Queen Lloth
Whether skinning the human on the sacrificial altar
Or fighting another House to obtain the bounty of
Spider Queen
Drow remembers the wisdom of millenia carved in blood of ancestors
"Who survives is who wins"...
City is shrowded with invisible aura
Atmosphere of black vanity consumes the unsound Underdark
And the male drow is nothing but a servant
So dares not to think - "Matrons know best"
Darkness is the way of the drow
Hate and scorn to all who does not belong to us
So death to the elves, pain to the humans
Disgrace to the dwarves... Drow supreme!
"Jal khaless zhah waela..."
"Ilharessen zhaunil alurl..."
"Vel'uss zhaun alur taga lil Quarval-sharess?.."
"L'elend zhah alurl..."
"Lloth tlu malla!"
"Ssussun pholor dos!"
Hearken, ye Loethe! Do not hide thyself
Behind the backs of the priestess ready to die by thy word
I, Azamath Tormtor, shall not follow thy path
I am free - I own my way
Realize - I am different, I am not thine
And thy rules do not affect me, thy orders are in vain
Be aware of me and thou wilt not be amazed
When thy temples are desecrated and burnt...
Invisible I sneak the caves, to Arach-Tinilith
I'm gradually getting closer and closer
And finally I'm here standing by the walls, unseen
Vel'Xundussa failed once again, the spies are perfect
But I am led by scorn and rage
The spirit of rebellion lives inside of me
"Lil waela lueth waela ragar brorna lueth wund nind, kyorlin elghinn..."
"Oloth zhah tuth abbil lueth ogglin..."
Good old sayings serve me now and turn against you...
Hearken, ye Loethe! I know I shall perish
In battle against thy web that binds the minds of the drow
"To walk apart from the House and Queen
Is to walk into the grave"
My grave is the flame
Nothing can possess me and noone I obey
I am heretic, Og'elend, and I am proud of my fate
So let it all be as it is
We shall see what will follow...
If something will...
6. Planeshift
Pale grey landscapes
The universe of ignorance
Light and dark
Attributes of blind duality
Choking here, searching for escape
From the poisonous vapour
Of all-consuming dementia
Long to breathe
Looking around I see only hazy shades,
faint reflections of what could be a mind,
unable to realize all sarcasm of their pathetic futile existance...
Feeble thoughts, feeble needs,
non-existant will to learning - only feeding and breeding...
And dying as their time comes
Just for it was "destined".
Lambs... Colours dim, sun dying slowly
Daylight bidding last farewell
Taking a glance around just once
I'm ready for the planeshift
Need no one, no priest, no opfer
The ritual's only a genious play
All ceremony is a hermetic act
My consciousness unfolds
Leaving this world, dimension so hollow
Leaving the realm of virtue and sin I deny
No chant, no prayer I need
I search for the way inside myself
And memories rise before my eyes
What am I leaving behind?
What shall I pass by in my journey?
And observing the sombre past I find diamonds
How it is unbearable to leave
But impossible to stay
Doubts thrown away
Thoughts clear, now nothing stops me
I banish last ghosts of past
Withered spirits of serenity
And soon my rest shall be ruined
Veil of slumber shall fall apart
Aroused from my sleep I'll rise
And shall begin living
Flash of light, mental thunderstrike
Mind shell cracks then shatters
Turns reason unleashed
Dark unveils umbral dismal depths
Shining stellar planes All mine
Now and for ever more I'm unbound
To wander free among the stars
To play with nebulas
To create worlds at my own will
To reign them or let them be
And destroy them at my caprice
To roam through the crystal spheres
Of universal silent symphony
7. Gorthaur Aulendil
Aule the Forger has forged you in fire
That was the truth they created for you
Could you imagine Manve as liar?
But your true father you never knew
You achived mastery in art of forgery
But your first creation was dagger of steel
Never made stillborn golden flowers like others did
You prefer iron - the metal that's real
Feel yourself different, never felt home here
Always a stranger, you're fire in snow
See - they're afraid of you, you always scared them
Seeds of true vision in hearts and minds you will sow
You saw the stars as they saw only light of the Trees
You dreamed as they only could pray
You can't delight in their eternal serenity bliss
And they fear your fiery way
Feel yourself different, never felt home here
Always a stranger, you're fire in snow
See - they're afraid of you, you always scared them
And so they called you Sauron, the Morgoth's spawn
"Wise sad face I recall Melkor, your seed I am
Son of the one they don't dare to name"
Live, burn in your flame and love
Love to the earth and the stars
But the first thing you've made
was the dagger of steel...
8. Mountain God
Behold the vast dismal hall beneath the black mountain and the great ebony throne in the middle of it.
See the ancient god sitting upon this throne and holding in his hand a golden chalice full of human suffering and fear.
Once god of joy he became god of pain...
By the will of Young Gods.
The sword on the altar before the throne...
The sword of blue magical steel...
The Great Sword of Power...
My disciple, it must be yours!
Tortured victims fill all the hall before the throne Losing the rest of mind and soul with the parting groan
Eyes gushing blood, mouth torn with a scream and no one hears
Before this face, bloodlustful and grim, life disappears
Winged creatures under the ceiling - down they stare
Harvest pain, fear and suffering bouncing there
Mixed with gore it makes the drink for the ancient god
Raising powers of Mountain King - dreadful lord
Hagen, disciple of Darkness...
Step forth and take what now is yours...
The sword...
And I will help you with my force
I gather the power for flaming spell
Around myself turning the world
Gaining true fire from the heart of Muspell
Floods of the time I distort
Fire shines into their eyes, hear their cries
Dusk dies, uncovers disguise, see their demise
Trampling down mountain guards you break to the throne
Crushing their swords, slashing apart with the strength grown
Fire shines, blind are their eyes, your powers rise
Dusk dies, uncovers disguise, now take your prize Before the throne you grab the sword - finally yours
You pierce the chest of mountain lord with no remorse
With their lord disincarnated the servants of the mountain disappear
And the souls of the tortured finally obtain their long waited freedom
Rejoicing in their afterlife
Banished is the god - the body's dead and spirit roams
But no return for blood that's shed and for painful groans
Victims death turned into power that never dies
Now it's waiting for its hour to arise
9. The Unquiet Grave
I am stretched on your grave,
and you'll find me there always,
If I had bounty of your arms
I should never leave you.
Little apple, my beloved,
it is time for me to lay with you,
There is the cold smell of clay on me,
the tan of the sun and the wind.
There is a lock on my heart,
which is filled with love for you,
And melancholy beneath it
as black as the sloes.
If anything happens to me,
and death overthrows me,
I shall become a fairy wind-gust
down on the meadows before you.
When my family thinks that I'm in my bed,
It is on your grave I am stretched
from night till morning,
Telling my distress and lamenting bitterly
For my quiet lovely girl who was
bethrothed to me as a child.
Do you remember the nights
when you and I were under
the blackthorn tree,
And the night freezing?
A hundred praises to gods
that we did nothing harmful,
And your crown of maidenhood
is a tree of light before you!
The priests and the monks
every day were angry with me
For being in love with you,
young girl, when you are dead.
I would be a shelter from the wind for you
And protection from the rain for you;
And oh, keen sorrow to my heart
that you are under the earth!
10. Outro
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