Cantus Bestiae : Cantus Bestiae - Christicide

Black Metal / France
(2009 - Of Crawling Shadows Records)
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1. DEVIL'S WONDERS (ELIXIR FROM BEYOND)

In a place far away from god,
Free at last from all his emanations.
She is like a dream for me,
Mistress of sealed fate .

Utter rejection of the being...
Crossing the river , the river of life!
Once troubled by god's tears,
Utter symbol of antithesis of life.

Evil is increasing inexorably in my mind,
Like the green poisoning the water.

Her forces burns my soul and throat,
Revealing the real beast in me.
Puking and spitting blood and hate
At the face of god and life...

Beyond any interpretations of the thoughts,
The soul is now drowned
Into ethereal black vapours.
Celestial plans now veiled by the realm I deserve.

Evil is increasing inexorably in my mind,
Like the green poisoning the water.

Far away from my terrestrial life,
Swimming in endless streams of hallucinations...
With original darkness emanation
And stressful yet soothing palpitations.

Evil is increasing inexorably in my mind,
Like the green poisoning the water.

The distant noise is now calling me...
I slowly leave everything behind
To join what is the origin of my putrid being.
The most powerful things , the pulsations of the truth...
Beating each time stronger.
And in decadence shall I find my place to your side,
Where my eyes will be enchanted by your wonders.


2. THE VOMIT OF LIFE, THE PURULENCE OF LIGHT

I sank in the dark; An infinite ocean of night,
I saw the drak; Lord of all in black

Cryptic winds, that blow the candles settled on an obsidian skull,
Whisper me the chant of negation;
The vomit of life, the purulence of light.

Deep waters, of blood, boiling from god's eyes I dreamt of;
The dark infinite in black, the unlife eternal in pain.

From black goat's mouth, the words of wisdom I heard;
The vomit of life, the purulence of light.

From my spiritual decay, the fields of knowledge I saw.
Into suffering what love can't bring, and in every men, the purity that is to corrupt.

From the spirits of the past, the hedonist precepts I smelt;
Depravation is a contemplation, regulation, religion, redemption.

From my coffin I explore the eternal in black, infinite of dark,
The vomit of life, the purulence of light.




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