Sometimes… in my blackest memories.
Long time ago… still haunting me.
Out there… on the desert plains.
Far beyond… my wildest fears.
Long time ago now,
a visionaire once told me,
of all he has seen,
of long forgotten histories.
One of them struck me,
and caught me in fascination.
A tale of the horrors,
enchanted land of mysteries.
Roaming through the desert,
‘til a sandstorm had stopped me.
The ruins were revealed,
of a temple buried for centuries.
Entering the ruins,
a dark force was awakened,
arising from his grave,
to bring his reign of cruelty.
The Faceless God…
The Faceless God…
Through endless plains,
I’m on the run, beneath the sun.
A sun that is scorching my mind!
The Faceless One,
is chasing me, hunting me.
How can I ever escape him?
A sense of mortal danger,
as I stared into his eyes.
Shrinking with fear,
in front of this monstrosity.
Escaping the temple,
getting lost in those wastelands,
I ran for my life,
away from those atrocities.
The Faceless God…
The Faceless God…
Through endless plains,
I’m on the run, beneath the sun.
A sun that is scorching my mind!
The Faceless One,
is chasing me, hunting me.
How can I ever escape him?
Through endless plains,
I’m on the run, beneath the sun.
A sun that is scorching my mind!
The Faceless One,
is chasing me, hunting me.
How can I ever escape him?
Mortification Blood Red Razor Blade (Impaled Nazarene Cover)
2. Necronomicon
I
En el desierto escarlata
Entre locura y cenizas
Él se presento
Entre las estrellas fijas
Y la metafísica astral
Él se reveló
Corpus Corax
Codex Esmeralda
Elí Elí Lemá Sabactaní
II
Herético y demonólatra
Hijo del Sol y la Luna
Opúsculo infame
III
Opúsculo infame,
De artes diabólicas
La tierra miera y siente
A través de tus brujos
Y no habrá que olvidar
Que no esta muerto
¡Necronomicon!
IV
Lo que yace eternamente,
En los eones por venir
Aun la muerte,
Puede morir
1. Slasher
2. Metalmorphosis
3. Cesspool
4. Amoricide
5. Row of Caskets
6. Eye of the Storm
7. Left for Dead
8. Unspeakable
9. Linguistic Rapists
10. Descendants of Ashes
11. The Order of Dagon
11. The Order of Dagon
Welcome to the home of the blackest hell
A decrepit old town with a rotten smell
The fish always bite but the rain won't cease
Just make the sacrifice and stay away from Devil Reef
The people are possessed by a blight obscene
As time passes by they speak by only gurgling
When the gills have grown and it's time to move on
Return to Mother Hydra and the Father Dagon
Secrecy, loyalty, breeding insanity
Loathsome, unwholesome, proliferate the Innsmouth Look
The unblinking eyes and their roughly skinned necks
Now cause my skin to crawl and my mind to be vexed
The only sanity comes from the drunkard of the town
He tells me of dark rituals and citizens' crown
Later on that evening as I try to fall asleep
I am petrified to realize someone's after me
Busting through the doors, jumping to the streets below
Descend into unknown horror none should ever know
The Order of Dagon, Innsmouth's blasphemy
Perverted grace, follow the deep ones
Greyish green color, their stomachs, the palest white
Staring, emotionless faces, unflinching eyes
Croaking and moaning their voices, so horrible
Hateful, this vision, these creatures deplorable
Ghoulish, unnerving, this evil without restraint
Torment, of terror, my senses begin to fade
The Order of Dagon, Innsmouth's monstrosities
Abhorrent grace, return to the sea
As I awaken nearly at the end of night
There is no one else around but that doesn't ease my fright
The cobblestone streets are decaying like the air
I'm finally escaping from depravity's lair
Authority won't realize what I've said is true
Locking me away forever, if they only knew
Alone I wait in asylum, madness taking hold
I can find my last salvation hanging from a rope
Atrocious, odius, malignant absurdity
Lunacy, lucidity, I see the Deep Ones in my dreams
Ebon horns herald the onset/ Of the third age of despair/ Eldritch forms scorch mountainsides/ With their dread stellar hooves/ The firmament shudders with all the madness/ Of extrasolar conquest/ Ia! Ia! Cthulhu fhtagn!/ I can't see/ Through this fever dream/ I can see/ Through this fever dream.
The strangest rumblings, underground
That old crow Titus, he knows the sound
Three thousand miles, across the sea
Something stirring, the legions deep!
Cthulhu rises from his grave
The Lord of R'lyeh lives again
That not dead, eternal lie
And with strange eons, even death may die!
Once saw the horror, made from clay
And cherished madness, ´til this dark day
Now after a million, sleeping years
We all shall realise, our deepest fears
A shape immortal, a dreaming god
Tentacled horror, raise pseudopod
And ive the hail, dark rage unfurled
Servants of Chaos - to take the worlds!
A sunken city beneath the waves
A hungry horror - destruction craves
A Strange dimension, an outer dark
Ye gods of evil, this power hark
Upon the surface, Cthulhu rise
And once acknowledged, the fear dies
Through Arkham madness, and lunacy
In gibbous frenzy - we are free!
5. Dagon's Bell
Grey sombre bell
Tolling weird foglight
Follow to dwell
In the weeds of her caress
Gold in her hair
The priestess is calling
In darkness she glows
In dark spectral bethel
Submarine churches
Order esoteric
Mother Hydra´s spell
Coiling in old father Dagon´s Bell
My body bursts and swells
in unknown calling
Transformed into
Oily wrath of the sea
Submarine churches
Order esoteric
Mother Hydra´s spell
Coiling in old father Dagon´s bell
10. Crom's Mountain
I have lived a varied life but never gave
Quarter to any man, nor been a slave
Made many journeys from my homeland
Now, across the border of death I stand
Lightning strikes!
Biting through mist and shadow, Raven's wings!
Beat darkly in the gloom, Grim corpses!
Surround him on his iron throne
A heavy hand! Hammers down my doom!
On Crom's Mountain!
I was a mere boy, when as a man I stood
To repel invaders from our land of woods
I cleaved many a skull, before my sixteenth year
A long and bloody path has brought me here
YE SHALL BE JUDGED MORTALS!
I grant thee a boon now warrior stand,
To rejoin the world of men,
To venture forth in the realm beyond,
To reap more souls for Mount Crom.
Your passion be fire, and your will be ice
I give you your strength and that will suffice
Trust not women, nor wizards, nor gods
Never give up, whatever the odds
CROM HAS SPOKEN
And so, I was born again, born on the battlefield, son of a blacksmith!
So Crom did grant my fate to the Steadfast Ones
Eternal Lord of Mist
To have my name bound in their iron book
Was yet to be my heritage
I'm Alive!
A life in solitude, this desolate keep my home
Wandering corridors of damp and crumbling stone
Outside the trees in grotesque twilight groves
Blot out the sun whose light has never warmed my soul
Through ancient brooks the world beyond me has been bared
And longingly I dream I've joined the living there
And though no mirrors cast a reflection of my own
I look upon myself as kindred to these souls
(Solo - Mike)
And now desire overtakes my fearful heart
I cast eyes upon the castle's tower dark
I'll scale these treacherous walls to reach the world above
To take my place among the joyous in the sun
(Solo - Jason)
Into the night air out under the moon's shining light
In search of laughter and reveling I now take flight
Onward now I fly! Onward now I fly!
Into the town from the windows the merriment flows
Seeking companionship through yonder doorway I go
All eyes turn to me...in horror all now flee
Demon, Demon - curse the night!
Mirror, Mirror - it is I!!
***Lyrics based upon "The Outsider" by H.P. Lovecraft
Born into deep millenarian woods
United by the eternal shadow's world
Bastards of heaven and light
Nursed by ancient beings between deep vigil's abyss
We dominate the art of war and suffering
We assume mortality sent by the lifeless queen
We will move with the power of the ancient beings
... Funeral for all human race!!!...
Reddish atmospheres, our ancient masters open the gates
Reddish winds, march of death begins now!!!
Cold wintry moon eclipses sun for all eternity
Desired omens, our punished ground opens deep crevices of pain
Forces of earth unchain all its wrath
Fire's paradise has materialized, our world has been created
...Battle begun!!!...
Human race consumes slowly, funeral for all millenium
Ancient beings will rule over the reign of avenged earth
Our eyes forge tears of glory, our souls are reconciled
A new millenium of darkness becomes true... ...now!!!
climbing from the crypt of unworldlystone
r'lyeh, our priest's tomb at sea
abomination of octopus, dragon and man
even the whispers burst ear drums
a simple gaze will drive you mad
arcane monster from an arcane cosmos
Dream Cycle (2007 demo)
1.
Dream Cycle I: Of Dark Minds and Madness
2.
Hiemal
3.
Skin
4.
Catharsis
5.
Dream Cycle II: Scorched Earth Vision
6.
Skyline
7.
R'lyeh
8.
Dream Cycle III: The Awakening from the Grand Delusion
7. R'lyeh
Arise R'lyeh
Come Forth Cthulhu
What is Not Dead
May Eternal Lie
And With Strange Eons
Even Death May Die
Arise---
Come Forth---
Show Us The Seeds of Madness
Sow Them Unto Our Sanity
An Unfathomable Noise
Everlasting---
On a sun burned plain
Where the thousand years sand hid the ruins
Of the city of columns where
No man has ever lived
I stand in the middle of the circle of salt
I draw with my crow claw
The name of the ancients
Who are remembered only by the time
In the name of Nyarlathotep
I conjure Yog Sothoth
"The one who lives among shadows"
To show me the way
I tremble seeing how the eye of the moon
Uncovers pale stumps of the ancient city
Like claws of the gigantic corpse
Shining venomous glare of decay
I fall on my face, in the middle of the circle
I twist and twine in pain
Something stitched my bowels
Like oil, was poured into my bones
Heaven was covered by the misty glow
Stinking and cold - unimaginabily evil
"The one who has no name" noticed me
From behind the abyss of time and the angles of space...
I heard the hum of worms
And the flapping of millions of small wings
I know that my time is running out
Becuse "The one who has no name" leads me...
For my name is Abdul Alhazred
And I wrote down the names of unknown creatures
I will be cursed by nations and gods
As long as the human race thinks that it rules the world...
2. The Shadow of Nyarlathotep
He is beside skulked not hidden
He looks and listens for the omen of the right time
To open the gates for them...
He is not a guard of the gate
He is a silver key
Time and space are his poisoned arms
He is the essence of the old gods
Everything and one - Nyarlathotep
In wisdom and madness of the ancient Arab
His true name is buried
And christened by the blood of millions unknown races
It is a stigma of evil in the ocean of the Universe
I got to know his mystery
Living messenger of gods
Who can see with our eyes
Dreams our dreams
Breathes the same air...
He became a human assuming the form strange to his nature
Stepped down among humans
He is everyone and he is in everyone
Close is the time
When the human hands
Will uncover twisted, sparrow-hawkâ's claws
And at night, in the mist tangled by the poisoned wind
He will find the gates older than the human race
Behind which, the tangles of Azathoth twist...
...he departs to his branch
The black emperor of not extinguished flames
In the smoke of incense, among the whispers of priests
The stigma of his name will remain marked
Pronouncing his blasphemous name
You make him present
Beware, beware, then he will see you
Only the engravings tainted by his shadow remained
In the ruins of forgotten cities
Hidden in the desert sands
And in the abysses of the deepest oceans
The frosty Kadath called him
Out there, he awaits the time
When the Earth will be young again
3. Behind the Wings of Cthulhu
Through the night howl in the sky
Through the hoof-beats of thunders
In the cry of the unborn child
In the shadow of the past
Beyond the thin line of the horizon
Beyond the most daring visions of poets
The myth that reached the verges of everything was born
Ate the gods and cast the shadow over the universe
And in its shade was born again
Being absent, it wanders among us
Dwells in every atom of the world
Deludes minds and souls
Of the sensitive creatures that call themselves
Its chosen ones
Now, it is a source of knowledge for us
Showing us the way we will walk on
Pointing the goals we want to achieve
In the shadow of its membrane wings
As long as the abysses of the ocean
and curved spaces of the universe
Remain undiscovered mystery
So long as he remains the first god in the pantheon
Forever
When you will see a phantom shadow
In the night sky beware
Even if it is only a dream
You will recognize him seeing his washed away, full of tentacles face
And the pair of membrane wings
Which will tuck in the night and the world and you
It will be the time of the awakening
Of the great Cthulhu
4. In the Strange High House in the Mist
I got through the wood with difficulty and I climbed the steep peak to reach this place. On a loft of The Strange, High House in the Mist I found the fragments of many books. Rotten pages that turned yellow and time also didn't spare its breath. In the candlelight I turned half faded pages full of strange signs and words in a language bearing no resemblance to any of human ones. It was early when I began to watch the signs but when I opened the window to feel the sea-breeze I saw darkness and a winking eye of the full moon. It's time to go. I thought, when suddenly my eyes spotted a rotten page on the floor. It was as if older than the rest, filled with writing in even more unearthly language. A few sketches were there too. They looked at me in a strange way. Like bugs. Having grabbed that page from the century old dust, I looked at it carefully and I understood every word. Maybe because the air became heavier. I've seen those signs before although in my dizziness it seemed it was a million years ago. I fell on my knees, staring blankly at the yellow-gray, stiff page. I saw peaks covered by snow, the whole mountain massif topped with Cyclop like buildings, flying creatures with membrane wings and shoggoths emerging from festering seas. Spires of unfamiliar cities, strange trees and conscious plants. I saw all of that disappearing in depths of the ocean. Being on the verge of madness, I turned the pile of the old pages like a sleepwalker. What was before? What was after? The first ray of sunlight got through the open window. It hit and restored my consciousness. It was just a moment, but long enough to abandon that side, to escape far, far away from that madness and never to return again. Many times I described The Strange, High House in the Mist to the local old men, but they all claimed that it doesn't exist. Only the one with one eye whispered to my ear that on that difficult of access mountain-side, on a feast-day, unfamiliar sounds can be heard, strange brightness can be seen in the sky. And his ancestor is thought to mention something about the strange, high house in the mist.
