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SABBAT LYRICS
"The End of the Beginning" (1990 Video/VHS)
1. The Clerical Conspiracy
2. Hosanna in Excelsis
3. Do Dark Horses Dream of Nightmares?
4. Behind the Crooked Cross
5. I for an Eye
6. The Best of Enemies
7. For Those Who Have Died
8. A Cautionary Tale
9. The Church Bizarre
1. The Clerical Conspiracy
"I have wealth beyond measure-
My treasures are words
Forged by time in a tale of
Such beauty they cry to be heard.
Still a young fool was I as
My story begins,
Yet like all fools considered
Myself to be wise -
A match for all things.
But the lessons I've learned
I will never forget,
When your teacher is life then
Success is survival and
Failure is death.
From early years I saw the world
Through tunnel-vision eyes,
My cloistered mind philosophized
And fossilized,
Secure in my belief was I -
Assured throughout my life the
Only things that could sustain me
Were the words of Jesus Christ."
"There is no way to fight a foe
Who strikes from the inside,
And once within we can begin to
Smite this pagan pride.
We shall take their graven images
And grind them in the dirt,
For that men can live in paradise
Must be the Devils work."
[BROTHERS OF THE HOLY ORDER:]
"The clerical conspiracy begins,
We shall wash away your sins-
We have come to purify,
To purge you of your liberty-
Absolve you of all sanity,
The 'truth' you want to hear
We shall provide."
"How can we hope to save these
Heathen when we know not of
Their ways,
One of us must journey southward-
Infiltrate and then assuage.
Only when we have this knowledge
Can we finalise our plans,
Greet them with a velvet glove-
Then crush them 'neath an iron hand."
Christian soldiers armed with virtue-
Hearts afire with blind obsession
Cannot see the difference 'twixt
Compassion and oppression
"These were the days I believed that
Salvation was mine,
When I worshipped apostles
Believing their gospels to be divine.
My life drifted by in a warm summer haze-
And I thought I would bath in the light
Of our lord 'till the end of my days.
But destiny mocked me-
And fate did bequest,
That the strength of my faith in
The Lord God Almighty be put to the test."
"My son your word is matchless as
A scribe you have been blessed,
Your skill and faith in God doth
Qualify you for our quest.
You will sail to Southern England
And recount their blasphemies,
For the first step in their cure
Must be to learn of theit disease."
"For one so young so great an honour
To be chosen for this task,
Have I the stength-
Would I be worthy?
Questions that I dared not ask.
Was I to be a missionary searching
For lost souls to save-
Or just another pawn in their
Monastic power games?"
[BROTHERS OF THE HOLY ORDER:]
"The clerical conspiracy begins,
We shall wash away your sins-
We have come to purify,
To purge you of your liberty-
Absolve you of all sanity,
The 'truth' you want to hear
We shall provide."
"How can we hope to save these
Heathen when we know not of
Their ways,
You Wat Brand must journey southward-
Infiltrate and then assuage.
Only when we have this knowledge
Can we finalise our plans,
Greet them with a velvet glove-
Then crush them 'neath an iron hand."
Christian soldiers armed with virtue-
Hearts afire with blind obsession
Cannot see the difference 'twixt
Compassion and oppression.
"And so with terror in my heart
I learned what had to be,
That I must tour these foriegn shores-
My cross for company.
Those who had preceded me
Of pagan devils warned-
With fearful tales of christian souls
Since martyred on their horns.
In my tale I will tell how we
All were decieved-
For in truth I was hunted not
Hunter as I had believed.
How could I have known that the
Guide they'd provide was to
Show me far more than I'd ever
Imagined I could have desired?
So soon would I learn
What a fool I had been,
There is more than one side to a coin-
Life is not what it seems ...
It's no more than a dream."
2. Hosanna in Excelsis
Soldiers of fortune,
kings of Hades,
in our quest for power unite,
black messiahs,
devastation angels,
gird our loins -
prepare to fight:
With weapons drawn in anger,
at last we stand our ground,
crusaders of damnation,
in death our purpose is found at last.
Charge!
We're cleansing the world with
destruction and war,
fear for your life when we knock at your door,
there will be no salvation,
just death and starvation,
and Earth shall be Hell evermore.
Hark! The fallen Angels sing:
"Glory to Satan our King,
the Holy Church we thus defied,
the usurper crucified."
Prayer shall offer no protection,
from the swords of Blasphemy,
holy altars rent asunder,
in our deeds - priests their destruction see:
The fear that dwells within them,
at the wrath of Satan's hoard,
grows and fills their hearts with terror,
those who live by prayer - die by the sword.
We're cleansing the world with
destruction and war,
fear for your life when we knock at your door,
there will be no salvation,
just death and starvation,
and Earth shall be Hell evermore.
Hark! The fallen Angels sing:
"Glory to Satan our King,
the Holy Church we thus defied,
the usurper crucified."
Dark formations fly above us,
ghastly are the Lords of Hell,
who proudly storm the gates of heaven,
from which their noble masters fell...
Soldiers of fortune,
kings of Hades,
in our quest for power unite,
black messiahs,
devastation angels,
gird our loins -
prepare to fight:
With weapons drawn in anger,
at last we stand our ground,
crusaders of damnation,
in death our purpose is found at last.
Charge!
We're cleansing the world with
destruction and war,
fear for your life when we knock at your door,
there will be no salvation,
just death and starvation,
and Earth shall be Hell evermore.
Hark! The fallen Angels sing:
"Glory to Satan our King,
the Holy Church we thus defied,
the usurper crucified."
3. Do Dark Horses Dream of Nightmares?
Standing on a strange shore-
This desolate coastline,
It offers cold comfort.
Very little more than the sky
For a blanket
The earth for my bed.
[THE SISTERS OF WYRD:]
"Thethreads upon the loom of life
Have foreordained your coming here,
So weep not mannikin of mankind
Dry your worthless puppet-tears."
Unanswered questions-
How they play on my mind,
Now that darkness is falling and
Still there's no sign of my guide.
Either I have been betrayed-
They have left me to die,
Or worse still at this moment he lies-
An unwitting victim by brigands attacked,
Left naked and dead with a knife
In his back.
Childhood terrors return to me now,
From the rand stench of fear in
The sweat on my brow.
Deciet and despair are to me
Kith and kin,
Seduced into slumber-
My nightmare begins.
"Welcome - welcome to my domain,
I have been biding my time.
Watching and waiting -
But now you are mine.
Weaving the web that entwines you,
Like a puppet you play on the end
Of your strings 'till the end of
Your days."
Daylight flees as night gives chase
I'm held in panics dank embrace,
I smother in his cold caress -
The sum of all my worthlessness.
I have been told to thank the Lord
For all that He will send,
But if death should come to meet me -
Must I greet him as a friend?
Now I see that this quest is
A test of my fidelity -
Has God forsaken me?
When maddness sings his lullaby a
Nightmare filled with unknown things -
To cast aspersion on my sanity.
Faith starts to flounder in
A mind torn apart,
My thoughts move in time with
The beat of my heart
A creature of habit
I make easy prey,
Cross faith and fire cannot
Hold at bay the beast that
Pursues me -
The end drawing near.
My soul keeps no secrets -
He knows what I fear.
Flying so high on the wings
Of a dream,
Over mountain and forest -
'cross river and stream.
While the creatures that feed
Off the doubts I invent
Await my arrival with evil intent.
"Welcome - welcome to my domain,
I have been biding my time.
Watching and waiting -
But now you are mine.
Weaving the web that entwines you,
Like a puppet you play on the end
Of your strings 'till the end of
Your days."
So in that twilight world that
Lies amidst life and death I dream,
And writhe in fitful slumber no-one
Hears mjy silent screams.
Except the horses head that stares
With black and lifeless eyes,
Atop its totem glaring as it mocks
My helpless cries.
Now I see that this quest is
A test of my fidelity -
Has God forsaken me?
When maddness sings his lullaby a
Nightmare filled with unknown things -
To cast aspersion on my sanity.
Shapeless form surround me
Casting shadows in the night,
I feel their breath upon me-
Catch their faces in the light.
Somnambulistic hunters come
To prey upon my fears -
As peals of psycopathic laughter
Echo in my ears.
Startled I waken from my
Death-like sleep,
Though fearful and shaken
I crawl to my feet.
Still my memories taunt me -
Like ghosts they appear,
Forever to haunt me when
Darkness draws near.
"Welcome - welcome to my domain,
I have been biding my time.
Watching and waiting -
But now you are mine.
Weaving the web that entwines you,
Like a puppet you play on the end
Of your strings 'till the end of
Your days."
Then fleeing from the terrors
At the night before I leave,
The remenants of reality behind
Me 'neath the trees.
Waking in the light of dawn I
Pray that God will send -
His wisdom now to guide me
Through this night-time without end.
Now I see that this quest is
A test of my fidelity-
Has God forsaken me?
When madness sings his lullaby a
Nightmare filled with unknown things -
To cast aspersion on my sanity.
4. Behind the Crooked Cross
One man - one vision, racial purity,
madman or magician? A mystery to me,
he who scorns the teachings of
Blavatsky count the cost,
there's more than superstition
hides behind the crooked cross.
Our destiny in prophecy -
we learn by our mistakes,
through each strata of society -
the poison infiltrates,
adding hatred to the embers -
'till the fire burns out of hand,
to spread the dark cloud swiftly -
'cross our 'Green and Pleasant Land'.
Security in ignorance,
out of sight is out of mind,
while children weep on city streets -
the blind deceive the blind,
they say 'welcome your lost brother
all he touches turns to gold',
yet my 'brother' tries to kill me -
out of love so I am told.
My blood with yours shall mingle,
our spirits unify,
if our hearts are joined as one
then we can never die.
Now the 'Dove of Peace' lies dead,
upon this land our fathers bled,
and 'Drakes Drum' lies deserted on the sand,
I see the keepers of the peace -
hacked to pieces in the streets,
victims of the 'brotherhood of man'.
History repeats itself - of this fact I am sure,
stupidity defeats us if its lessons we ignore,
so heed these words of warning
before it is too late,
to preach the 'New Religion' -
the philosophy of hate.
My blood with yours shall mingle,
our spirits unify,
if our hearts are joined as one
then we can never die.
Now the 'Dove of Peace' lies dead,
upon this land our fathers bled,
and 'Drakes Drum' lies deserted on the sand,
I see the keepers of the peace -
hacked to pieces in the streets,
victims of the 'brotherhood of man'.
One man's condition - pure insanity?
a nation's submission - embracing destiny,
driven by compulsion - powered by the Vril,
do not mock the Crooked Cross - its power
is growing still.
5. I for an Eye
INTRODUCTION]
This tale I tell that all may see,
behind God's truth lurks treachery.
[VOICE OF GOD]
'Mine is the right to glory and light,
and you shall have heartache and pain,
yours must be Hell -
for in Heaven I'll dwell,
I care not for that earthly domain.'
[HOST OF RIGHTEOUS ANGELS]
'For crimes against divinity -
the loneliness of purgatory,
your kingdom rule - Humanity,
Mankind shall be your Hell.'
[LUCIFER]
'Why have you done this to me -
tell me what is my crime,
I'm tried and convicted -
guilty the fate that is mine.
You say I'm a Devil -
then by Hell the Devil I'll be.'
[NARRATION]
'As aeons passed without cessation -
brewing hatred from damnation,
in darkness Satan waited -
laughed as God the Earth created,
and man in his own image made -
unaware that plans were laid,
'till from the dark eternal night -
a serpent crawled into the light.
And so from darkness a rage without measure -
burst spreading the cancer 'cross Eden,
corrupting and tempting and never relenting,
abusing man's newly found freedom.'
[LUCIFER]
'Out of the abyss I come the avenger
shapeless and faceless - Yet I have a name,
I shall tighten my grip on your now flawed creation,
endeavour to show you the meaning of pain.'
'It soothes my heart,
to see you cry,
when I am done,
you will learn as I -
to suffer in Hell.'
'Impaled on the horns of a dilema -
it seems what were my nightmares,
are now naught but dreams,
for you who have riches know paradise well,
and I who have nothing am burning in Hell.'
6. The Best of Enemies
Oh instrument of God force -
Fed on ignorance and lies,
So blind and narrow-minded
That you cannot compromise.
Even the most foolish theif
Should know what he is taking -
Lest he find himself within a
Cage of his own making.
The Ways of Wyrd are many and
Our path you must decide,
For the secrets that you seek
Are all around you-
Use your eyes.
The threads cannot be broken
That have brought you here to me -
And bind two foes together
Like the best of enemies.
You gaze upon me -
I can tell what you see,
A simple man -
With simple thoughts and
Simple needs.
Superstition -
Preying on a mind filled with fear,
Opposition-
To all your 'enlightened' ideas.
Yet I will show you more than
You can comprehend,
Beware delusion is a
Dangerous friend.
Ask loaded questions seeking
Knowledge of a faith that
You wish to pervert -
All our values,
With hidden meanings
You try concealing your
Underlying wish to convert -
'heathen' souls,
To a faith that will doubtless
Send our Gods to the grave -
Mistake you're making overlooking
The fact that we might not want
To be 'saved'.
[THE SORCERERS CREED:]
Fear is an old friend of mine,
We have met many times before.
(Drawn to these spirits like
Moths to a flame-
When there is no risk then
There can be no gain).
Death is a harsh fact of life
You cannot avoid or ignore.
The Life-force is as strong in
You as it is strong in me,
The difference is what you
Hold captive I set free.
You seek to subjugate all
Those who won't comply,
I'll take your prejudice and
Pride and show you why -
The values that you hold so dear
(all your laws and rules),
They hold no more sway here
Than the mutterings of fools.
Just look about you and
I'm sure that you will find -
Heaven lies within our hearts
And Hell is but a figment of
Your mind.
These teachings that you deem so
Sacred bcome words devoid of meaning,
When compared unto a faith that
Preaches something worth believing.
What is to become of us when
Truth is turned to lies,
Will none remain to wipe the tears
When Mother Nature cries?
Proceed with caution -
Subservient to all you survey,
Hidden dangers await us on
Each step of our way.
Do not falter -
For if you do you will fall,
Prey unto perils far worse
Than you've encountered before.
Compared unto the threats we face
Your devil seems so mild,
A relic from the faerie-tales my
Mother told me as a child.
Why do you carry your God
Like a weapon -
A dagger drawn ready to strike
At the heart of a foe when you
Don't really know the reason
That you fight? -
To replace our disgrace with
The 'loving' embrace of your Lord -
Can't you see that the plans
Made for me and my people
To us seem absurd.
[THE SORCERORS CREED:]
Death is the only recourse
I require in my hour of need.
(Drawn to the spirits like
Moths to a flame -
When there is no risk then
There can be no gain).
Impassive it shows no remorse
For folly and greed.
Pre-emptive prejudice has
Dogmatised your life,
These blinkered views that once
Held true will no longer suffice.
For in my world there is no point
Where you can draw the line,
'twixt good and evil,
Saint and sinner,
Damnate and divine.
Shaven-headed servant of
An infantile faith -
By what right do you presume
To come and take my place?
If there is one grain of truth
Amidst your hoard of lies, 'tis
"Love your neighbour as yourself"
With this alone I can abide.
These teachings that you deem so
Sacred bcome words devoid of meaning,
When compared unto a faith that
Preaches something worth believing.
What is to become of us when
Truth is turned to lies,
Will none remain to wipe the tears
When Mother Nature cries?
THE WAY OF THE WARRIOR
When living your life
Like an arrow in flight
You must always accept that
The end is in sight,
Be gtateful at least for the fact
That you knew you came to death -
He did not come for you.
You are like targets
Who sit and await -
Patiently suffer
The arrows of fate,
Saying "I am but mortal
And destined to die -
I can change nothing
So why should I try?"
Each morning you wake is an
'ember day' dawning,
Your penance for living in
Permanent mourning.
By erst while ideals your
Hearts are enslaved,
You crawl out of the cradle
Straight into the grave.
What reward is a banquet
Of red wine and bread,
When you hunger for life -
But on death you are fed?
Do not underestimate
The task you undertake,
Overcome your hopes and fears
And meet them face to fate.
These spirits aren't your enemies -
But neither are they friends,
Do not dare insult them lest
All nature you offend.
They who were here before us
Will remain when we have gone,
And though we're long forgotten
Still their memory will live on.
Perhaps one day mankind will see
The error of it's ways,
And in it's future glimpse
Reflections of our yesterdays.
Drawn to these spirits like
Moths to a flame -
When there is no risk
Then there can be no gain.
7. For Those Who Have Died
Our tongues they could not silence,
with their malicious lies,
their unforgotten violence,
remember those who died.
And as my flesh is put to fire,
I hear their voices still,
their unjust accusations,
demanding I am killed.
'We shall show no mercy to heathen
such as thee,
who stand accused and have refused
the Church's clemency,
your wicked acts are endless,
though the crimes they cannot name,
innocent or guilty proved,
we'll burn you just the same.'
Burning, into the fire.
Burning, a funeral pyre.
Burning, into the fire.
Burning, a funeral pyre.
This self-righteous inquisition,
is a plague upon our land,
as false as the confessions they force
from shattered hands.
Abused my broken body is cleansed
by righteous flame,
their God a 'God of Mercy' -
yet in whose name I'm slain.
My innocence the victim of their
superstitious fears,
religious persecution for the past
three hundred years,
preaching peace and mercy 'neath the
shadow of the knife,
a papal reign of terror -
slaughter in the name of Christ.
8. A Cautionary Tale
Faustus begin thine incantations,
take good care to draw thy circle true,
by God must you prevail -
for if you fail these
demons make a meal of you.
Your soul shall be their meat -
a kingly feast for them to eat,
beware your future at hand,
alas for thou art dammed.
[GOOD ANGEL:]
"Faustus seek repentance,
abjure this evil art,
cease this wretched wickedness
and cleans thy foolish heart,
for the evil that once served you
has made of you a slave,
and transformed your bed of roses'
to a premature grave."
Then in a mighty flash of light
before thee Mephistopheles appears.
[FAUSTUS:]
"I charge thee go and change thy shape,
for you fill my soul with fear.
Now swift-as-hell back to the fire
return an old Franciscan Friar."
[MEPHISTOPHELES:]
"Mortal command me while you can,
For surely thou art dammed."
[BAD ANGEL:]
"Faustus be thou resolute
in what thou wilst perform,
ignore these righteous idiots -
their trinity to scorn,
for years of depravation you receive eternal life,
but fame and wealth and maidens-fair
are by far the better price."
[FAUSTUS:]
"Temptations all around me,
is there nowhere I can turn?
Hellfire is all about me,
now I know that I shall burn,
I face excommunication for the error
of my ways - to burn in Hell for all my days.
Bell, book and candle, candle, book, bell,
forwards and backwards to damn me to Hell.
Jehova I beg thee have mercy on my soul.
Be gone foul beast that stands before me,
my God! The midnight hour chimes,
oh Lord have mercy he comes for me,
I haven't got much time.
I am awake this is no dream,
I cry - but terror takes my scream,
and now my future is at hand,
also for I am dammed."
[GOOD ANGEL:]
"Think for just one moment
and I'm sure that you will see,
the moral of this story -
that what shall be must be.
He who gives his soul to Hell,
must dare to pay the price,
he versed in divinity must
live a noble life -
OR ELSE HE IS DAMNED!
9. The Church Bizarre
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