1. VIGIL TENEBRAE PART I - THE PRECEPTS OF SALVATION

Through the eyes of the departed
I behold humanity’s ignorance
The profane search for salvation
Experience of enthroned abandonment

Into the timeless dusk
Cast away the mother of blasphemy
And clean the black clotted blood
From their slain and rotten wombs

Their filth blessed by shadows of death
Their demise purified by unholy winds of old

Their sins erased eternally
At the gates of damnation
Whence to behold the stars and splendour
Genesis of the tenebrae and the macabre

Satus damnation! haec verba audi
Of absolute primal emptiness


2. VIGIL TENEBRAE PART II - THRONES OF POSSESSION

He, who mantles the earth
And covers the shrines with dark
As fire burns with us
Forever enraged

He, whose avatars
Reveal the inexplicable events
The long endless aeons of barren desolation
Of a fallen and failed creation

In the black winds that enthral
I am the raven
The shades of perpetual antagonism
In the hands of timeless dissolution

Of absolute possession
I am the serpents entwined

As ashes once fallen
Within the forest deep
Nocturnal creatures
Bemoan the second death of souls

Within the flames
I am sin
Beyond the dormant hills
I am blasphemy
Amidst the silence of stones
I am beyond death

And hell and death were cast into the pool of fire
(Et infernus et mors missi sunt in stagnum ignis)

Thought of the precise moments
(The passing of denied ages)
And myriads of ineffable experience
Revealing the true human fear

The symbols of creation have faded
The search for forgiveness echo through vast corridors

Echoes that destroy innocence
That crush the will of worms
Drowning in waves of triune lies
From the silent iniquities
Into the eternal infamies
To find salvation through ecstasy
Through victory

Through blood and hate


3. VIGIL TENEBRAE PART III - FROM THE ANCIENT DEPTHS

From the ancient depths
Breathless he lies
And his unburied ghost
Deprived of funeral rite
Pollutes you host

Through winds of bliss
Beneath stained lands of timeless stones
This ground that bears no life
Embrace the ancient mist as endless lament

With silent resignation
Cursing the blinding light!

So far from the sun
And so deep in the earth

The ones with broken limbs scorns the dawn that will never Return


4. VIGIL TENEBRAE PART IV - DARK WATERS CONFINES

And so
The echoes scattered by winds
Disturbed the stillness of dark waters,
Asleep for a thousand years

As dusk veils the cold ancient lakes
And death in the realm of the serpent throne
Into a gathering of old

I walked among the dead stars
And the moon became blood
And I walked among the ashes
Of a ruined infinity

At the edge of dead winters
Shades of tormented sadness
Weeps the dying spirit
From their most inner depths


5. VIGIL TENEBRAE PART V - FRAGMENTS OF DISSOLUTION

Where shadows now lie
I stood and stared, the rest of which remained
Fragments of that great power
Of creation’s pride and arrogance

With dust I will go
To where time does not exist
To where night winds
Sunder the heaven, and bereave the light

Enthrone the eternal desolation of god
The profound abandonment
Of failure made flesh

Enmity endured for thousands of years
Remnants of hagridden dismay

With dust I will return!

Stars revered the ancient one
For thy work is now complete
And with thy blessing that cam upon us
I am no longer, awaiting darkness


6. ECHOES OF AGELESS FLAMES

As majestic nothingness
That reduced the stars to dust
Within the silence of death
Into the winds of desolation

Under the wandering moon
Beneath a pale, deathlike touch
Behold the onset of night
The upheaval of eternal darkness

Upheaval of eternal darkness
Within chaos I am
Profanity with dark wings
Black skies will darken

Six moons and the fallen shall rise
From ages left dormant
Cry out the names of the ancient
Whisperings from the woods

As the crimson sun summons ash and fire from the skies
Burnt offerings to the land hearken the howls of despair

As the third moon falls
And touches the depths of umbra
Prophecy of ruined age and doom
Alone, silences the world

Ancient fire
Painting the heavens the colour of flames
Silently behold
Icons vomiting fire

I crafted the sins of mankind
When memories slept in black dust
Dust I used to breathe
Now consumed by echoes of ageless flames


7. THE INCARNATE ETHREAL OF NINE

I call forth the winds
The cold from beneath the stones
I hear the whispers of a dead age
As the trees sway to the mountains moan

I summon the dark
As dawn fades
Midnights slumber
My dwelling among dead trees

The soil of my eternal rest

Feel my rotten stench on the breeze


8. AEONS OF PERDITION

Cold chill rises as the sun sinks beneath the waves
Long over tones of drone no angel’s dance above me
In vein I reach to find no save
Just bleak reach beyond the dark endless sea

As I gaze out towards the colossal
Not a sound no whisper heard far or near

Tempest roars crash with thundering of waves
Silence was stirred by the flight of fear
From my peripheral the raven flew again
To the land sung in tongues song
Of a man who claims to be sane

I name the wind with my word craft
To the sway of trees all deeds are done

I listen to the moans of the voice of the dark
I follow blindly to find I’m the lark

Cold chill winds blow endless upon these shores
To find I have gazed deep into time and space
These pages blank covered with sores
Pages flicker in the wind in such beauty and grace

No more shall I read


9. VEILS OF WINTER MYSTICISM

Winter winds
Stir the quiescent fog
To rise without a sound

And my quintessential breath
Summoned to the earth

A distant memory of the end...


10. PATHS TO SILENCE

Solemn, absent eyes
Lifeless, gazes of old
Howling suns of dawn
Take and embrace thy soul

The cold funeral winds
Will not return
They have claimed life’s blood
Taken to paths of silence

And the holocaust flames
Rising from the depths
Now unfurl their malignant wings

For the inner ash and dust cloud my dark crystal eyes
And my hands
Stained with earth and blood

Winter harvest brought only damnation
To the ones that have cried to the wind

Cried with their withered voices
Tales of forgotten days
Lifeless echoes through dead winter’s fields

On death's wings I soar across the gravelands
Aghast in the paths to silence
Witnessing immortality cease

Darkest aeons passed
Through mysterious arts

Winter harvest brought only damnation
To the ones that cried to the wind

And the wind cried back


11. SUMMONING OF THE MUSE (DEAD CAN DANCE COVER)

(Instrumental)