Septicflesh : Temple of the Lost Race

Death Gothique / Grèce
(1991 - Black Power Records)
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Les paroles

1. EREBUS

Waiting the drawing of the underworld
None to share your fears
The shadow of CHARON falls
Upon the stone of hopes
The body is paralysing
The air is too thick to enter
A cataclysm is spawned into the regions of the soul
The cry of the first time
When you were free from the womb,
Is the same but now you are entering the night

Most try to understand why they are born if they must die.
Life seems pointless with an end
They wonder if existence remains after death
Or Erebus is the final state

Charon:
'' You knew from the begging
That the end will come in time
Yet, so many things you left undone
So many more unknown
In a life that is but a dream
Into a gods dream"

Most try to understand why they are born if they must die
Life seems pointless with an end

Charon:
"Existence is a choice that remains after death
Erebus is my mental state"


2. ANOTHER REALITY

In a dream I saw a man
A face not strange to me
He stared at me while I was asleep and whispered in my ear
He led me through the corridors of my ancestral home
He stopped one step before one wall, and then I fainted

In the eldest wall of my home I found the entrance of a Crypt
The view I saw was so obscure,
Alien remnants, pentagrams and candles of the floor

The crypt was made as a passage to the gates of reality
And just when I realised the truth I was in a different Shape

I hear thousands of sounds
Like bestial laughs, deafening flutes and daemonic choirs
Possibilities fall under control, unfolding new dimensions


3. TEMPLE OF THE LOST RACE

Preserved from the ancient years
When Earth was just a newborn star
The proof of a distant truth
Arrogantly stands mocking the wind
Guarding mysteries that man has not unchained

An emblem of power has remained, a fallen temple....

Faded pictures all over the walls
Projecting a horrid state of sanity
Figures that don't belong to a human race
Symbols and maps
Architectural miracles carrying the history of a race
that now seems lost

Fears born from the Past
Temple of the lost race
Deep inside the heart of the pole
An old ruler of the stars

Buried in a chest from glass,
The answers about our path
Eternal life can't rest asleep
It lurks beneath as force of will
Ancient are the rules set on this world

An emblem of power will remain, a fallen temple....

Fears born from the Past
Temple of the lost race
Deep inside the heart of the pole
An old ruler of the stars


4. SETTING OF THE TWO SUNS

In a world of endless light, into the boundless space
Two suns the only gods, two burning holes in the sky

Without a warning the two suns slowly faded
Abandoning their only children unprotected from the cold

Down on their knees. They have total conscience,
As Night drains their spirit, the inner light of logic
Leaving the bodies to walk this blind planet
Stumbling to others that now are animals, crying Light.......

Setting of the two suns...

Then a light came from the horizon
Devouring the land.
It wasn't sun!

It took a minute for a flame to become a fire
The great cities will all become ashes,
Drifting with the wind

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