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The Great God Pan When the chill of the earth black-breasted Is relieved from the glance Of the red sun fire-crested And the forest blossoms dance With the night that stirs and lustres of the Moon In the hidden valley’s gloom. Then I pace the ways olden In the woodland solemn spaces Th’intense realm of Pan. I shed my skin mundane, Dispel the pious charms, Renounce the God of ten commands. Uncharmable charmer Of Bacchus and Mars In the sounding rebounding Abyss of the stars! O virgin in armor Thine arrows unsling Pierce the eye of the storm, The Christendom’s king! In the wheel of heaven revolving Mysteries of death and birth, eternal return. In the womb of time dissolving, We shape anew heaven and earth. Ever changing, ever growing, ever dwindling, ever dear, Ever worth the passion glowing to distil a doubtful tear. These are with me, these of me, these approve me, these obey. Choose me move me fear me love me, master of the night and day! Gods and mortals, mind and matter, In the glowing bud dissever. Vein from vein they rend and shatter And are nothingness for ever. One last stroke, O heart-free master, One last certain calm of will And the Maker of Disaster Shall be stricken and grow still. Unchain the heart Consume the God, Soul and spirit! Theogony Of the primal priests I assume the power, Eternal muse, grant me thy counsel I dream… Infinity revolves The one becomes apart From Chaos springs forth An Awkward mind Derailed creation Dancers spinning On the woven carpet of time ‘til the last of days. Now as a stage for a play Of hopes and fears Shall be the newborn firmament and Music of the spheres A dirge… a lament for a stillborn illusion. The earth was without form and void And darkness was upon… Void took the form Of remnants of the dream Where jealousy and greed Marred the future scenes Inscribed upon the Abyss On heaven’s arrival walls The spirits, primal, bewinged, dawned Adorned the fatal vistas. Angels stainless arched the spires Fixing stars where wayward fire, The highest of the celestial powers, Twice-winged to surge for th’utmost desires, Reached the heights where plain for all to see Was the design for the divine tragedy. The first born of flame The fierce Morning star Proud bringer of the light Did he venture too far? For where the visions still endured Laid bare was the future wrapped in horrors still obscure. Blinded by the treason saw Th’unfolding arabesque Where in details hidden was his part In coming strife (that) his soul would rend Thus o’er the throne of God He swore allegiance to none above Silenced were the choirs Mute and waiting for a storm Unheard was the quiet Like (a) deep breath before the plunge In the still new air revealed The future he had seen And third of stars now darkened The soothing dream for them ceased to be The legions gathered, Renouncing their Lord Atoning to new melody The trumpets blew In Dorian mood The forest of spears To attack moved “Unleash hell” Against the throne and tyranny of God Raged the war in heaven, a battle proud Aspiring fires, The league of burning spirits came to stall. Michael took the leading post To oppose the rebels with his lot. Armed with hell flames And fury all at once O’er Heav’n’s high towers They forced the way resistless. Of Undying fire Their hearts were made And firm they stood against another score Of the assaults Of the heaven’s guard And the insults They spat On the temple’s floor Some began to think of draw But never to withdraw Until from the ranks Sounded a murmur to repent Yet he denied and continued To conquer fate And so the battle went on Both sides sterner still But from the madness came the voice Of thousand thunders quenching all will “Disturbers of peace I suffer none Those who stand with him Shall be banished forthwith. For I am a jealous God And no other lord Shall I permit to exist.” By the thunders roar All angels came to see The true face of their God And the hate that bred within. Hurled headlong flaming from th’ethereal sky With hideous ruin the rebel horde Was thus cast down. In the hour of hellfire Legions cursed the seal. So did I mourn to see Such a tragic defeat. The field was lost and down fall’n the Black One from the sky. No more light but dark he brought And thus by will of God the halo died. Was it love or will for domination that made this riddle into a Gordian knot? Rhamnosia Chaosmos reborn The end of millennial rape. Bend your knees; you’re the one to swallow the discharge From the maddened clouds spitting acid down. Cold jaded stars conceal their eyes Gaia crying enshrouded in a veil In vain divine gestures you plea to the skies Once primordials cast their chains aside. There is no god to save you Your blood fertilizes the dying Earth Primal order restored Hubris calling for nemessengers of fate Was it by reading between the lines You tried to harness the elemental might? Harbingers of disaster banished from the gates Sealed by maddiction to blind faith Pray on your knees your name won’t be erased from the book of life And written in the grimoire of the unmade “Destruction, hence, like creation, is one of the Nature’s mandates”* At last we take a step towards vast emptiness Yet this one resides outside our souls. You name it by a monument, This cosmic-scale slaughterhouse The bowels of which you dug too deep And rose dormant wormwood, now in bloom. The shadows gather, clouds toxic amend Humane discord in the food chain. Chthonic stir ‘neath artic range To heed the call to black out sun. Back to five-pointed stardust Your bodies pile up again One with planetary dirt, Feeding aeon’s rebirth. Nemesis revolve In the minds depraved looking for the end. The age of fire and the storm Prolonged death knell silenced anon. Backslashed to the age of survival games Last prayers escape the lips of dying race Too late the truth breached mental palisade From now on with blowflies you will fornicate. Rhamnosia Thus ends the reign of Man. An Incantation to Make All the Welkin Ring the Name of the Antipope Angels bewinged, benighted Buried beneath the shifting Sands Of time. Shroud your faces wan, sorrowed, As the shadows storm the skies. The rape of saints and darkened morrow Is the soul of plot displayed tonight. Name me by the Player of Discord Heard among The archetypes of slavery I despise the Death I am the Lord of light Yet spheres resound my name I gave birth to the night. (And) still you kneel before the treacherous Lord, faces down (to) the floor. Welcome the sword Thirsting for gore Of the dying heavenly whores. Furies, light the pyres Bless your kin with vengeance (I) smite against the welkin Drink the blood of liars Pour my cup of hatred Castrate the gods pallid Rid the world of vermin Cut down (the) rotten godhead (A) spirit throng bedighted In madness and fog of war. Puppets of wanton fantasies Witness perennial tragedy. Retake the throne from thieves, Bound the drum, curse the seal. The sign of divine servitude Lies broken and choirs of heaven mute. I am not your kind Unleashed I am, wreaking havoc As a fallen star I pierced the sky Once, now I am back for more.  lyrics added by DarKn3ss - Modify this lyrics |  |
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