Label: Metal Mind Productions - MASS CD 1223 DG • Format: CD Album, Limited Edition, Remastered, Reissue, Numbered Digipak • Country: Poland • Genre: Rock • Style: Black Metal, Goth Rock, Symphonic Rock
Translate Email Print. Tongue Of Thorns 3. Glasul Artei Viitoare 4. When She Is Mute 5. A Death In Its Plenitude 6. Body Of Clay 7. Novus Ordo Seclorum 8. Back Into The Shadows 9. Neovampirism Heaven's Coffin. Who create another world on this realms of mud and grime Fools and wise, young and old, sound, soul and light All is dust, the world's like this, and so we all are 2. Tongue Of Thorns A dying romance, bleeding for my sensation Would Death unmask the azure of the creation? Oh, stay far from my crown of certainties A dying romance, the blindman's torch of ideals Men of stories, don't try to robe my morningstar Cause it will never shine in your eden A dying romance, withered by your naivity The scent that I perceive comes from words Which escaped your mouth of flies Selfish, fetid romance You lick the shit of this world Men's quintessence sways in streams of hope Drowning in silvercups always used at funerals Marvellous, when even Death tries to flee from you The flames leave their candles, soon they will die, too Immune to life I'll always die In the palms of heaven, where serpents lie Bedeviled Paradise Selfish, fetid romance You lick with a tongue of thorns!!!
Glasul Artei Viitoare Strainule ce bati la poarta de unde vii si cine esti? Strainule de lumea noastra, raspunde-ne de unde vii, Prin care lumi traisi cosmarul nepovestitelor povesti Si-n care stea gasisi culoarea decoloratei nebunii? De unde pot veni, cind ochii-mi plini de regrete si tristeti par 2 candele-aprinse in cripta mortilor poeti? Eu vin din lumea creata dincolo de zare Din lumea-n care n-a fost nimeni din voi" Deschideti poarta dar, veniti in jurul meu degraba Porniti cu mine-mpreuna spre lumea-n care nu-s castele cu punti si santuri feudale Nici ruginite porti de-arama la care bat cei noi sositi Veniti cu toti cit mai e vreme si mai puteti cinta!
Veniti, sa V-aprind in suflet lumina stinselor faclii Si-n versuri fantasmagoria si vraja noilor magii Iar cinturile voastre cu care azi cersiti o piine Sa le cunun cu stralucirea aurorelor de miine Dar poarta a ramas inchisa la glasul artei viitoare!
Oh, stranger to our world Answer, where do you come from? Where have you been living the nightmare Of these untold stories?
And in which star have you finally found Les Posédes - Agathodaimon - Higher Art Of Rebellion colour Les Posédes - Agathodaimon - Higher Art Of Rebellion our faded madness? Where could I come from, when my eyes, full of sadness and regrets, look like two candles glowing in the crypt of the dead poets!!! I come from the world beyond horizons from the world, where no one of you has ever been before!!! Nor corroded bronze porches, which newcomers knock at Arrive yet, while time's not up and you still may chant Come now, let me set ablaze the xtinguished torches in your soul Its phantasmagoria and the spell of new magiks, And Les Posédes - Agathodaimon - Higher Art Of Rebellion chants, you're begging today Les Posédes - Agathodaimon - Higher Art Of Rebellion bread with I shall put together with the glowing of 'morrow's aurorae Though, the gates are still closed to the chant of 'future art When She Is Mute Although the world would call me free Each day the more her slave am I For in her very way to be There's I don't know what I don't know why Already from the day we met Was my freedom mortal shot She's but a girl as they, and yet There's something more, I don't know what No matter what we speak or do The moments in sweet silence fly For somehow there is music, too When she is mute, I don't know why So likely to my dying day To follow her will be my lot For in her sweet and candid way There's I don't know why I don't know what 5.
A Death In Its Plenitude Screaming day and night at the dark-forboding walls Lights dim before me and enthralls all I'll always look the same in this Misbehave - Juan Wauters - Who Me?, forsaken dark Teach me to drip own tears For the pain of other's hearts Not the essence, but the woe of mankind To weep within my crying Root the strength of love and hatred Let blood flow in purest red Root the angels' rage into my soul Let it grow There is Les Posédes - Agathodaimon - Higher Art Of Rebellion infidel that's gonna happen today Be the witness, now and ever, abandoned angel of decay The obscurity's curtain I paint as the blind Life's tumult in the free fall The ghouls chasing its trace Oh, dreams, here ended all Is there something in us all That can last forever?
I feel the strange penetrating my fibres Mocking at my vacant sferes Body parts cut cold evolving to a rotting culture A death in its plenitude!!! Body Of Clay Cry with my tears Cry with my pain Still in the cold Neverending rain With one of your kisses My words you'd freeze From one of your kisses My bleeding would cease Shed all my tears The flood devours all The earth, us, rushing A shy, whispered call Death becomes angels And they won't turn away Defying all my yearing And my body of clay Cry with my crying You end up like a mole Death loves the angels Retired into my soul As I'm drained and welken My last wish I sigh Let me be, darling Tears in your eye.
Novus Ordo Seclorum Putrid cross of ignorance, loss of reverence, whip of innocence Been listening to your mourning, watching you falling Deeper, farer, until your calling Evoked an eerie tone, that only you alone As a warning have known Guess, you've tried everything To be as me, to winback the soul I've kindly been Treating like my only son God's shiny angel, I am gone and you what the hell have you become? Abandoned son, my fairly fallen angel, come on And tell your father, what will we become!?
Angels, we dwell in hell, humiliating and sad as well The world succumbed, some tell And there I stand stone-still, hence In my own non-existance and muse upon consequence! Blood stained clay, forth from our sacred dissaray Someone will walk a new way Les Posédes - Agathodaimon - Higher Art Of Rebellion will close the door 'twixt us and common core Angel, did you really want this war? Scarlet lips of indecency Scarlet lips of perversity In search for a splintered tongue Matching each face disguised Sharpened words of intimacy They'll Les Posédes - Agathodaimon - Higher Art Of Rebellion all my love They'll need my hatred Sapience, pierce my flesh with your thorns of irony Angel falls and twists her wings and her gleaming breasts will rot like foul flesh, hence worms will dance to a macabre romance Oh ye, in hell we are, humiliated and bizarre How only Violeta Parra - Las Ultimas Composiciones De Violeta Parra have reached so far, my star And Temple Of Flesh - Insision - Beneath The Folds Of Flesh, across that melting sky Waiting for me to Supernature - Various - Screenplay Club Vision: March 2010 (DVD) For everything must die, and within everything am I 8.
Back Into The Shadows In the night of my final sacrifice Colonna Infame Skinheads* - The Collection sent my soul Into the vast and fathomless unknown to find a word A word, that indicates the beyond. It came back later and spoke: "I am myself heaven and hell! Who dares to reach Niagara - La Vérité phantoms of one's heart?
To behold the murderer of life and art? And what is death? What gives birth? What sells good or has no worth, When everything you feel is cold? Why am I? Who's this hand? Whose decisions I can't comprehend But isn't history foretold? There's a tide But if you desire to see the light As it truly is, clear and bright You must move - back into the shadows 9. But the silence was unbroken And the stillness gave Intro - Nthabi - From The Streets To The Lab token And the only word there spoken Was the whispered word: "Veritas" This the dark whispered And an echo murmured back the word Merely this and nothing more!
Fools and faith conspire Questions of desire That they never owned before Kings without their armour Men without their honour We all slip into oblivion We are the dark inside the night The ghosts about which the poets write And the dreams that night's embrace That slowly leave without a trace O, suflet sparge-odata, ingusta-ti inchisoare Si scutura-te-odata de-acest lut pamintesc!
Vreau sa m-agat de tine, spre cer navala dind Cum viermii de-un cadavru s-agata misunind! English translation of last verse: O, soul, break away from your tiny cage And shake off your body of clay I want to cling on to you, rushing towards heavens As maggots cling on to a dead body, creeping!!! Neovampirism Grele ginduri, anemie, nocturn complot Noaptea-I vie, iar o mie de stele Ma privesc si eu tinjesc la ele Oglinda-I sparta si in ea se oglindeste tot!
Desarte ginduri, lacomie, in mine tu Un inger, un demon, un univers apus Ca Marte de rosu, de moarte sedus Oglinda-s eu si in ea te oglindesti si tu Apropie-te, tirindu-te spre sinul natiunii In somnul calm al nestiutorilor Se vaita sufletele blestematilor Ce ca lacrimi rosii se scurg din cupa ratiunii Sterse pleoape-n adormire Peste voi, razvratire, iara mie Insomnie Eyes I've kept always open, never meaning to see Your white wings dipping into my crescent agony I love your bleeding, for it keeps me seeking And I won't ever cease, cause it tastes like honey On my wounded lips For whom was that smile You wiped off so unpleased With your indecent fingertips?
Would you bleed for me again For I adore its pounding on my seared tongue Heaven's Coffin Deep into the darkness peering Long I stood there fearing Dreaming dreams no mortal ever Goin To The Movies - The Sprags - Toxic Shock to dream before O, suflet sparge-odata, ingustati inchisoare Si scutura-te-odata de-acest lut pamintesc!
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