1. THE AWAKENING TO THE UNKNOWN PERCEPTION OF EVIL

(Instrumental)


2. TYRANT OF NIGHTMARES

Under full moons waxing lyrically
Death's poetry floods the soul
Like the freezing seed of a demon freed
To curse the stars with vertigo
And in their dance, in trance I've pried wide
Slick rifts twist obsidian thighs
Hymeneal gates to darker sides
A glimpse of plinths where lies

Haunted by this portent
This obsession in my mind
With a city sunk below
Tall cedar groves and graves sublime
Sporting their importance
Marble wings spread to the skies
A vale of dreams that it would seem
The daylights race to leave behind...


3. INTRO

(Instrumental)


4. SIGILS MADE OF FLESH AND TREES

Blood clotted sewage possessed my veins and mind.
Poisonous indulgence.
Suicidal voids filled with fragments of waste showers.
Dreaming a tormented memory to slash my throat.
Yet awakening in blood.
Vortex and scars on their mind.
To never forget the meaning of hate.
Resuscitate my dying breeze into the dreams of tangled living corpses behind sigils made of flesh and trees.
To drain you of your soul, falling to your knees.
Echo's calling through stillborn wombs.
Unknown evil & chaos is spawned.
Hypnotic tones from far away.
Bring abysmal wings reborn through death thus bring a new eternity


5. BLOOD FROM THE ROOTS OF THE FOREST PT.2

(Instrumental)


6. BLOOD FROM THE ROOTS OF THE FOREST PT.1

Elizabeth christened, no paler a rose
Grew so dark as this sylph
None more cold in repose
Yet Her beauty spun webs
Round hearts a glance would betroth

She feared the light
So when She fell like a sinner to vice
Under austere, puritanical rule
She sacrificed...
Mandragora like virgins to rats in the wall
But after whipangels licked prisoners, thralled
Never were Her dreams so maniacally cruel
(And possessed of such delights)
For ravens winged Her nightly flights
Of erotica
Half spurned from the pulpit
Torments to occur
Half learnt from the cabal of demons
In Her
Her walk went to voodoo
To see Her own shadow adored
At mass without flaw
Though inwards She abhorred
Not Her coven of suitors
But the stare of their Lord!


7. INTRO

(Instrumental)


8. BLACK NECROTIC PALENESS

Alone as a stone cold altar
The castle and its keep
Like faerytale dominion rose
A widow to the snow peaks
Wherein reclined the Countess
Limbs purring from the kill
Bathed in virgin white and like the night
Alive and young and unfulfilled

Was it the cry of a wolf
That broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts?
Of Her life as a mere reflection
(As the moon's in narrow windows caught)
That opened like dark eyelids on
The sigh of the woods that the wind fell upon...


9. REFLECTING HATEFUL ENERGY

Red hopelessness impaled on rocks and trees.
Fallen from cliff's edges, a cursed exit from weakened mortality.
Servants sacrificing their flesh (for soon the soul will be gone).
In the name of nothingness, abduction of your will to live.
Rat-like minions seal the trapped circle and vacant spaces (of a living hell) filled with hate.
Savior of ruin, obsessed with your decay.
Dying eyes like blood flooded tombs.
A vampiric Christ's hateful reflection.
By a red spell is cast into the deadest of all eyes, release the chains and slash your troath.
Eternal black winter left only hate in its never-ending grasp.
The killing shadows of all it was I never lived for.
Injecting hate into despondent minds possessing your decay.
Asphyxiate upon ghastly hidden fear.


10. TYRANT OF NIGHTMARES

Under full moons waxing lyrically
Death's poetry floods the soul
Like the freezing seed of a demon freed
To curse the stars with vertigo
And in their dance, in trance I've pried wide
Slick rifts twist obsidian thighs
Hymeneal gates to darker sides
A glimpse of plinths where lies

Haunted by this portent
This obsession in my mind
With a city sunk below
Tall cedar groves and graves sublime
Sporting their importance
Marble wings spread to the skies
A vale of dreams that it would seem
The daylights race to leave behind...


11. OUTRO

(Instrumental)


12. DWELLING BENEATH THE WOODS

The forest is your grave
With a worthless meaning on your stone
(Thrones for the dead) are dwelling beneath the woods
Lingering souls, dead bodies never found
Dissonant shrieks in your mind, fear is all around
Old only grows and youth only withers
A hateful breeze collapsing all lungs and trees
Connected they are by a trance, a desolation within
The beauty of solitude as become alive
Becoming of a death more real
There must be hate in the grip of the frost
A path of crushed souls and breaking bones
Gateways into unseen deaths
Landscapes flood in lakes of tears and blood
Portals destined to be lost, are dwelling beneath the woods

13. DIMENSIONS OF THE BLACKEST DARK (FORGOTTEN WOODS COVER)

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