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SAHAR LYRICS
"Stay And Have A Rest" (1999 Demo)
1. Introduction of a chaotic era - Jackals
2. Crowning of evil
3. The king's dying
4. Les ravages du feu
5. Falling into my dreams (instrumental)
6. Beneath the sword of Damocles
7. Against the return of Inquistion
8. Thunder calls me
9. Just a rest ... (outro)
1. Introduction of a chaotic era - Jackals
As the heat of a resplendent sun burns the soil, careful ones run for the time remaining before the night hunters, ravenous, come and take their lives in an awful yielping. Hidden by day in dark dusty holes until the instant from their dens they loom, don't you know the jackals, neither dogs nor wolves ? You'll be introduced to their anger,
soon ...
When twilight falls ... Jackals
The killers are searching for carrions
Howling to the nightsky ... Jackals
The beasts have their hard hunger to satisfy
Hear the wrath of the jackals.
They lie in wait in darkness, keeping hidden their faces. Be aware, another weak one will be the next.
The slaughter will never end and don't expect to be saved, your god is "alpowerless" facing the threats laying over your heads. Your churches won't hide you long, jackals are too strong. We rise from darkness to hunt you in your hopeful light.
When twilight falls ... Jackals
The killers are searching for carrions
Howling to the nightsky ... Jackals
The beasts have their hard hunger to satisfy
We're born fierce. At dusk we rise. You've been weakened by the holy book of lies.
The light inside me is gloom …
2. Crowning of evil
Thou, the Lord inside and next to me, who leads me in the way of my personal glory, thou give me the meaning of what has some sense, of the actions I do, which make your strenght unlimited.
I'm not enslaved with thou, I'm acting by myself but do it in your name, just as a true loyal servant.
I will worship your being as well as my own, thou're present in me on every wrath, thou're the leader of my hatred, the only one to be trusted.
I recognize thou in some others' behaviour, but can it be thou, my only own ? Does evil live inside everyone ? Our hatred's led against those praying the same god in weakness, submitted, as thou make us dominate our beings.
I'm not here to hear them blame my beliefs when they can't fix theirs by themselves. As they threat thou, they injure me, and I'll never suffer from those ingenuous cowards ... Thou're the only one to be trusted !
This is your celebration, my Lord. This is our crowning. Evil has risen, now reign in hatred.
3. The king's dying
Once upon a time in far medieval times ...
The land is at war with invaders from the North. The monarchy is threatened as fortresses fall. Wounded on the battlefield, the king's dying, laid in bloody mud and in the shit of horses. As the battle rages, the monarch's standing, facing hostilities to pay the last tribute to his loyal people for his last breath of life. The king'll fall only as his kingdom turns to dust.
The king ends his agony laid on his death-bed, his eyes opened with no memorable last word. Our king is dead, our name will be "revenge". Fate has rolled the dice, now the kingdom is ravaged.
The land is at war with barbarians from the East. Warriors in militias still have the king in mind. Standin' and fightin', stayin' or dyin' for the love of god, while their monarch rots in hell's flames.
The soul of a king doesn't stay locked in a grave, alive in all the heads, the soul of a king lives ... but this soul is poisoned.
The Christian monarch is dying. Blood has been long shedding. Now, it's his blood, boiling, a poisoned blood on which I spit, the blood of a murderer risen as a king.
The King's dying ...
4. Les ravages du feu
Enflamme mon âme, Feu purificateur
Puis, à l'état de braises, tu prendras ta retraite
Par mon souffle, dès lors, je te ferai renaître
Et raviverai ainsi nos ravageuses ardeurs
Toi, l'élément dominant de toute la matière
Qui effraie tant les hommes tu m'apportes la lumière
Toi, l'imprévisible que l'on ne saurait dompter
Dont la puissance destructrice est tant redoutée
Je t'appelle à moi et j’invoque ta splendeur
Ô toi le symbole de l'amour, du chaos
Qui naît d'une étincelle puis affirme sa grandeur
Apporte chaleur infernale à tout lieu clos
Et lorsque tu t'étends à la gracieuse nature
L'atmosphère s'emplit des fruits de ta torture
Tu fais de toute chose d'insignifiantes cendres
Fais toute vie dans ce monde vers l’Hadès descendre
Que les idéalistes bienheureux craignent
La force qui, jadis, affirma son règne
Les ravages du Feu ...
5. Falling into my dreams (instrumental)
6. Beneath the sword of Damocles
Fragile fate ...
Open broken gate ...
Power, you're just a fissuring gift. As Damocles said to the Syracuse's tyrant, happiness is a sword hold by a horsehair rope. Denys was reluctant but he had to admit, during a feast where a sword was hold over him, that his rise to the throne could be taken away by the Death Hand.
Futile things such as virtue have no real value, unlike what spokesmen are used to telling you.
(Are Pleasures the only way for the man who wishes a true existence ? …)
We live under the rules of fate and entertainment as a betrayer distracts us, taking us far from the human being's reality ; the tasting of sexual sampling, food and juices of euphoria ...
We live under the rules of fate, beneath the sword of Damocles. We live under the rules of fate, in an open broken gate.
7. Against the return of Inquistion
For those ones rejected the truth, defended the common belief, I blame the feeble minds who're used to leading futile wars and crusades.
They've made us stay silent in front of their insanity, and if fists can't blow the nefarious thoughts, we must be ready to lead the real war.
Their power is over, but they still manipulate minds. We're against the return of Inquisition. Join us in the war against christianity.
Their authoritarian hierarchy will never make us shiver, nor their weak threat upon the burden of the sin. So, we must make the blood shed out of their veins.
They've made us stay silent in front of their insanity, and
though fists can't blow the nefarious thoughts, we must be ready to join the true war.
Their power is over, but they still manipulate minds. We're against the return of Inquisition. Join us in the war against christianity.
8. Thunder calls me
It always growls three times then breaks out like a cry, the hard rain burns my arms, stretched out to the sky. Rain wets the muddy earth as it makes me feel blind, water drops become mine, the sky fades to darkness.
Lightnings dazzle my eyes, tear the obscurity. As the storm makes its strides, thunder is calling me. It comes near me, I walk towards its arms, I never felt so attracted, this chaos has made me come into an ecstasy.
Thunder calls me
Enlightening my soul
From the sky resounds a rage
Before kept in a cage
Thunder calls me ...
I hear the wind whizzing, see the lightnings falling, perceive the storm grumbling, thunder's anger's rising. Where am I, the witness mesmerized by the scene ? Pictures, beyond my eyes, make me feel like a dream.
People shiver with fear while I run to the hills, trying to touch this thing that the men call thunder. Thunder calls me, enlightening my soul. Thunder, you call me to lead me to freedom.
Thunder calls me
Enlightening my soul
Thunder, you call me
To lead me to freedom
9. Just a rest ... (outro)
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