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1. Two Islands Deep within the dark ages Times known for war and fury The lowlands and the highlands were united The mighty hordes of war turned west Far beyond the channelled waves Amidst the orange, green and brown The land coloured red, white and blue On the mighty battlefields High over the planes the flags waved Union Boots crushed clover leaves Eilin pipes pierced by longbow arrows Echoes of mighty clashes ring Dim light at the horizon Clouds of battle storms rise into the sky All the colours bleed into one How the mighty have fallen 2. Vault of the Witness A dark fragment of the land Shining by the shields and swords The battlecry lay in their eyes But the only things that clashed were their hearts Suddenly the world fell in turbulence Eroded silence and bloody soil There was no lenience left behind That could choke this insanity Blind fury overshadowed grace By the patterned scourge of hate Sibilant tongue and imminent treason Shattered the scattered Thus guilt crawled away in the night All were victims of frenetic murder And the origin of a frenzied hex When victory was forged with hoarse craft Hatred smiling on the horizon As if the sun herself was wounded With the sore plague of cruelty They would never have an absolution Savagery except for a sole survivor Trying to escape his frantic fate Went into hiding in an isolated cave Awaiting the closing of his days I looked into the eyes of death, felt its grasp clasping my heart I felt the soft embrace of stone cold company Wounded in the bottom of my soul, silently languishing” Labuntur anni nec pietas moram Rugis er instanti senectae Adferet indomitarque morti (Horatius Flaccus) (The years go by and while the old age approaches, fidelity can not delay the wrinkles and I can not tame death.) Tears were glistening in his eyes He died but his spirit stayed captured Imprisoned with the souls of his people Until someone enters the vault of the witness The Stone of Delusion's Saga Thousands of years ago, there used to be a mythological world beyond the world we now live in. That world was ruled by the priests of the good God on one side, and the priests of the evil God on the other side. They lived at war all the time. Normal civilians were forced to choose for one God, unbelievers were imprisoned and often liquidated. In that era the God of Evil created a stone that made it possible to control and manipulate other beings. An unknown harm to the owner of the stone was that he constantly would be in frenzy, as in an eternal delirium, and so would become a servant of the Evil God. Once each year, when the night is at its darkest, the two Gods fight for the sceptre that grants supremacy over the world for the next year. On such a day, the priests of the good God stole the stone from the God of evil while distracted by the fight with his nemesis. They hid the stone in a cave of which they thought that nobody would find the precise location. The entrance was sealed with magic and they also placed a huge granite wall with the stone’s story and immortal hazard on it, the Stone of Delusion’s Saga was born. This saga was remembered for hundred years and it became a myth, a story that was believed to be invented to frighten the people in order of keeping them pious. But some had not forgotten the source of this myth and they knew a dark force still was searching for that ancient stone. And indeed, the dark God was beaten for several years, but he still urged for his stone and awaited his moment of vengeance. He lived secluded and combined his forces, and at last, with enough power, he sent his five disciples, the Lords of Delusion, to search his stone, and he challenged the good God for a final, decisive battle. The fury of the dark God was so deeply that he also cursed the world. If his disciples would return, and he would find the Stone of Delusion back in his grasp, then the world would perish after thirteen apocalyptic days. From no one the world lived in an unseen fear, and everybody awaited the result of the upcoming battle of the two gods. Then, the night called again. The time that would bring solution had come. Again the divine fury of the most destructive battle broke lose. The people waited with fear and wonder. Finally the war ended. Both gods had used all the powers they got, and now were both too weakened to kill their opponent. They slowly and silently perished into nothingness. The world had no ruler anymore and was plunged into anarchy. But somewhere on that world still wandered the five disciples in search of the stone. 3. Lords of Delusion Part I: The five Disciples Entrance to desecration, company distressed Power to manipulation, malice demands Pagandom and deep misfortune as runes on a granite wall Secrecy which manifests in lords of delusion Cherish perseverance as a virtue of faith A hell that sets the world aflame Yet no priest would ever lie The moon exploded twice and without a single tear This idyllic deprived tale was told to a wrong god Echoes of better times that wandered once over this world Burned in dogmatic flames Secrecy which manifests in Lords of Delusion Cherish perseverance as a virtue of faith A hell that sets the world aflame Yet no priest would ever lie The five Lords found the stone and had to retrieve it to their God. Instead they returned in the wrecked and desolated palace that once belonged to the dark God. They lost every connection with their master and became sole creatures, deprived of all power and strength. But one of the disciples felt enchanted by the stone they carried with them. He could steal it and escaped to the Sphere of Nothing, the empire between the world of the gods and that of the people. For days he wandered but felt himself changing, his supernatural power increased. He found out that he was slowly turning into a god himself. This also was foretold in history. For parts of the ancient written prophecy on the granite wall said that “One is chosen to rule the Stone of Delusion, and will become a new god to decide between good and evil again…” 4. Lords of Delusion Part II: The Prophecy Prevailed Back from the quest for the stone I settle on a throne and drink scarlet blood Enchanted by celestial beauty That brought us devastation I am the chosen one, the prophecy A nightmare in this dark masquerade As the moon sets a fatal nightMy vision of psychotic murder Unleashed an immortal power A demon in my head breaking outOne endless night in psychosis “Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster” {Friedrich Nietzsche} I still can see the granite runes Carved by the claws of time They foretell a holy war In which darkness will prevail Exiled to lower atmospheres A decadent forlorn god One endless night in psychosis The Chosen One Shades of delusions rush over Have no fear and fight back I am the chosen one, the prophecy A demon in my head breaking out One endless night in psychosis Revealing my spirit within I will not stand any longer Blood and bone 6. Lemuria's Crypt Prologue Only in the death of your saviour, you can find salvation… Part I Summer turned into winter blast It woke us then in blissful charm Reflections in the diamond snowfield Tyrant of utmost infestation A darkish plague and a coming curse Clung to fatal attraction Infesting the poisonous chalice With transmogrification Abhorrent funeral horror Scream this song of blood Part II The proud ethereal champion, my aesthetic baton of morale We are betrothed of fire, of multiple desire Ornamental shows in the deepest pits The only acclamation of pure beloved brier And faithless intoxication “Reveal thyself unknown rider, for the silent storms of Avalon approach” Frightful was this divine sacrifice Of malevolence and angelic renewal Lightning stroke in twilight hour Dark enfeeblement The last day passed away A minute of earthly bane And the curse occurred that moment Stronger as never before I feel terror and agony in my veins Enclasp this awful demon I’ve made my home be my gallows Part III (In that way the oracle was right, for no soul ever yearned again after that clandestine beauty. Except of me, victim of my own mortal pride. The dim landscapes rush into my head, memories of the wasteland, a profound pandemonium, torturing my spirit as the scraping of an old door. But I am faithful, and await my lot. Not scared anymore to undergo this ultimate getaway. What will be heaven beyond a paradise lost? I revive but I can feel my strength fading away. And no soul would ever return again…) Part IV Abhorrent funeral horror Scream this song of blood I stand here alone As I went berserk in this nostalgic world A culture once flourishing Heaven beyond a paradise lost Listen to the whispering words They spell my incineration Take me to the place of dementia Entombed Lemuria’s crypt Epilogue I’ve made my home be my gallows…  paroles ajoutées par Lynch - Modifier ces paroles |  |
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