0 Xíst : Nil

Dark Metal / Finland
(2012 - Ostra Records / Cold Void Emanations)
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Lyrics

1. OLD WORLD VANISHE

Remembering the times
When one stood proud.
Alive in mind and spirit
Knowing glory and his goals
Once for himself -
For all of them
For what was his right -
To be a man, to stand his ground.

The edge of extinction
Is their status quo
There to win their battles
To be the one man corps
The last to keep their lines
Celebrating their rights
To be end of the line
Not to die, to survive.

Drink the blood of those in the way
Savage them all
The final right, give it away!
Extinguish the flame, forever a slave!

Raise war, rise again
There’s no peace, no rest from rage

Old world vanished
Stands proud, when left in vanity
Old world vanished
Not stained. Recovering from insanity


2. NIL

For lichens to feast, for winds to breath
For rains to dissolve me on bitter stones
No earth corrupted, the unclean immolated
Haven for the seeker of silence

Below - the sacred groves,
spring water and cup stones
Sky burial and the last ritual
of the one who no longer exists

The earth that you walked - you are.
Occurring in this liquid of life - that you once drunk.

Your essence embellished by moon
Your timelessness surrounded in doom
Our inane questions before you
No light will turn us away from gloom

The earth that you walked - you are.
Occurring in this liquid of life - that you once drunk.
A universe to some and a void to the rest
Bow before those who leave a mark to respect


3. COLD DARK MATTER

It is not lack of faith, but the dark within
For they are the cold, dark matter paradise

Depraved palace of men, under the guidance of hell
Cold as glory and death. A final place of rest?
A dark matter universe - Clusters on a path of doom
One last burst of hate, a menace set on its' way

...and the only way to defend themselves
is to release the beast within.
Those that shatter the illusion,
that one can hide his rage.

Transparent paragons of death -
cold dark matter paradise

It is not lack of faith, but the dark within
For that they are the cold, dark matter paradise
Transparent paragons of death - cold dark matter paradise
Depraved palace of men, under guidance of hell

…and the only way to defeat themselves
is to release the beast within.
Those that shatter the illusion,
that one can hide his rage.


4. ARRIVAL

(instrumental)


5. ANEMONE PATENS MCCXLIX

Under old pine trees - men dressed in wolf skin
We the summoned are here to enthrone their mires and rocks

My creed turned to wrath,
my breath to break the morning calm,
my rage to tear their souls apart,
and my sword to make them serve man-blood

I swore a foreign oath, for what?
Words that will be compromised,
greed sheathed in hallowed illusion.
Creeds proclaimed in apostate ways.

Their blood will enrich the blooming
of the cold flowers in summer’s breeze,
Worship thy domain; you are not less than them,
veiled with pitch-black stratagem.
Now, a desolate and silent domain serenely lies in wait,
Sown are the seeds of growth,
solemn thoughts, yet profound.

You are not alive, you do not exist,
You are a withered garden -
Spiritless and soul-less, a dead man walking.

White flowers turn blue -
covered in dry blood, blooming under a crescent moon
His arrival has been marked.
A war into the wolves’ lairs is set to start


6. OF WOOD, STONE AND BONE

Maybe better not to remember?
Maybe better not to have been told?
Yet all is alive –
Only wolves are now wandering blind.

The end of an ancient world.
Tales of deeds carolled in blood
Land of the forgotten sons –
Kings and nations forgone.

Land of giants – one of them is fire
His brothers – the wind we breathe
The body of water – so generous and deep
We are all heirs of the ground we keep.

The three crowns returned to the west
To reminisce where the third had rest
Hill forts abandoned by the guests
Too steep the slopes for the two bears
to make their nests.

Land of giants – one of them is fire
His brothers – the wind we breathe
The body of water – so generous and deep
We are all heirs of the ground we keep.

Of wood, stone and bone his castles are made
His folk gathered in the backwoods' maze
Fortified with twigs, ice and horns
Stone cold souls awaiting the battle that will not be lost.

Maybe better not to remember?
Maybe better not to have been told?
Yet all is alive –
Only wolves are blind.


7. SHRIVEL

As complete you step towards the empty
One last tragedy, but not for you to face the aftermath
You've been on this path before
and seen that all forks lead to the same place
No place of solace will comfort you enough
No will to proceed to what is left to live for

Strengthened by surroundings, unknown to the rest.
Yet given to all - one escapes!
No cries for help, only attempts to comprehend
No safe harbor, not within yourself.
None is to change what will be death
No ground to understand. No will to live by demand

Only one way to cope with it all,
but not enough to turn the course
Darkness seems not to end.
It is a stagnant orbit in nil
Only short moments of delight,
on a pathway to the endless night
This is how it will remain; this is how it will end

One more effort, born out of that ever-growing pain
One last embrace of the dark that is written on our graves
One more to remember, one more with a complete name
For now that it is closed, all chapters unveiled

What bounded us once, has found its’ way to us again
And all that there is an image set slowly to fade away
What once was real, was a pilgrimage to end this in a better way
But now that it is done, it all seems to make sense anyway

And all that there is now, memories and acts of the past
No need to take words back - this is what we will have
One more to remember, one more with a complete name
For now that it is closed, all chapters unveiled

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