Mythos & Music: Abyssos

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Together We Summon the Dark (1997 LP)

 

9. Through the Gloom into the Fire

This is the eve of the new era
A dark cold night of autumn breeze
The last leaves fall to the frosty ground
The pale moon gazes through the thick massing clouds
The witches are gathered, a hideous coven
In delirious tones, they are shouting
Foul mysterious words as they go
Through the gloom and into the fire

A loathsome shape of obscene horror,
Squats huge and monstrous upon the ebon throne
Denial of the god above
The stifling air reeks with filth and blasphemy
Faster and faster whirls the witches' lewd dance
Denial of the god above
Shriller and shriller they scream in tongues
And then a wan grey light flickers in the northern sky

Twelve o'clock is the time of night,
That the graves are gaping wide
They haste, to the orgies of the sabbat,
With the infernal sacraments
The rites of the pentagram, the dance of Acheron
The sweet and beautiful fantasies of evil

A loathsome shape of obscene horror,
Squats huge and monstrous upon the ebon throne
Denial of the god above
The stifling air reeks with filth and blasphemy
Faster and faster whirls the witches' lewd dance
Denial of the god above
Shriller and shriller they scream in tongues
And then a wan grey light flickers in the northern sky

The circle is forever closed, within the secrets lie
Together they leave this dimension side by side

Twelve o'clock is the time of night, that the graves are gaping wide
They haste, to the orgies of the sabbat, with the infernal sacraments
The rites of the pentagram, the dance of Acheron
The sweet and beautiful fantasies of evil

This is the eve of the new era
A dark cold night of autumn breeze
The last leaves fall to the frosty ground
The pale moon gazes through the thick massing clouds
The witches are gathered, a hideous coven
In delirious tones, they are shouting
Foul mysterious words as they go
Through the gloom and into the fire
Twelve o'clock is the time of night, that the graves are gaping wide
They haste, to the orgies of the sabbat, with the infernal sacraments
The rites of the pentagram, the dance of Acheron
The sweet and beautiful fantasies of evil

 

 

 

 

Fhinsthanian Nightbreed (1999 LP)

 2. Finally I Kissed the Pale Horse

At the top of the mountain
I saw him cast a spell
invoking the daimons with his ancient bell.
He grabbes his rod and threw it into the sky,
and denied the existence of the father of lies.

The angels cried in endless mourn, through the
night and til the dawn.
I watched their wings grown old, as the ground
turned to solid gold.
I slept all day under the three, that holds the
infernal key. The key of all wisdom, the key to the
long-lost kingdom.

And as the dusk fell over the mighty mountains,
He revealed the secrets of the ancient gods.
Their names, their seals, their powers, their marks.
And opened the gate to the darkest of paths.

Together we crossed the ocean of time.
He led me through the gates, all marked with the same sign.

We flew over the blackest seas,
in my hand I hold the key.
And as we landed by the great portal,
I finally kissed the pale horse, to become immortal.
We flew over the blackest seas,
in my hand I hold the key.
And as we landed by the great portal,
I finally kissed the pale horse, to become immortal.

And as the moon laid its light over mighty mountains,
We invoked the arrival of the ancient gods.
Using their names, their seals, their powers, their marks.
To guide us through the darkest of paths.

Now a thousand years has past,
we are ready for the inferanl blast.
A huge beast will rise up out of the sea,
upon his heads the name of blasphemy.

At the top of the mountain I saw him cast a spell
invoking the daimons with his ancient bell.
He grabbes his rod and threw it into the sky,
and denied the existence of the father of lies.

The angels cried in endless mourn, through the
night and til the dawn.
I watched their wings grown old, as the ground
turned to solid gold.

If it's the truth that has been spoken, I'll stand in
front of the gates wide open,
I'll await your arrival and shadows will come to life once more.

We flew over the blackest seas,
in my hand I hold the key.
And as we landed by the great portal,
I finally kissed the pale horse, to become immortal.
We flew over the blackest seas,
in my hand I hold the key.
And as we landed by the great portal,
I finally kissed the pale horse, to become immortal.