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DISC 1
1. THE WILDERNESS
It was when I realized
That life has no meaning
No purpose, no quarry
. . . No answeres. . .
And all the dreary night
That had befallen across
The land
I slipped into a revery
A web of human hand
You longed to soar up high
To caress the silky winds
To embrace and kiss as lovers
. . . The ether. . .
But fate with cursed hand
Has struck wretch apon your head
This wretch has been the day
You were born (human)
I live my life alone
And all it's misery
Until the day I turn to stone
I shall die alone
Among the wilderness
It was when I realized
Apon my waking eyes
No nightmare of mankind
Can harm me. . .
I live my life alone
Among the wilderness
Until the day i turn to stone
Life is but a dream
Among the wilderness
. . . I spread my golden wings
Set sail my weightless form
And soar into the cosmos
. . . Forevermore. . .
2. AS EMBERS DRESS THE SKY
The shallow voice of the wind cries between these ebony wings
The shallow cries of the wind sing a swansong for mankind
Shine on morning skyfire
Ablaze this final day
The autumnal end, the dawn of man
The centuries fade below my feet
I soared above them as they worthlessly poured thought from a chalice
As wisdom would flow, twilight would come to pass
Drink, oh hallowed cup of life
Shine on evening skyfire
Paint the sky with the blood of a raven
Bereavement, oh garment of ebony
As embers dress the dusk of man. . .
3. THIS OLD CABIN
. . . Blood on my hands. . .
I walked in the shadows
'Neth an azure midnight sky
I walked in the shadows
To abscond a life not my own
I walked in the night
This life I hate
Destroy this life, this life I hate
Return me to the womb
Thy crystalline will
Has finally shattered
As spring rain paints itself
On the canvas of youth
It's snowing still in my heart
Will I ride the summer winds
Or dance apon the crimson horizon
Will I find paradise in hell?
If I go deep into the woods
If I go to this cabin
As scarlet flowers lust for the dew of morning
And infants nurse on the nectar of motherhood
As prophets of ruin wield their swords of wisdom
And battle forth towards a brighter dawn
Take me away from here
. . . Falling. . .
. . . Soaring. . .
If I go deep into the woods
If I go to this cabin
If I go deep into the woods
If I go will you follow?
. . . Falling. . .
. . . Soaring. . .
Take me away from here
(This blood) on my hands
To celebrate my passing
My soul shall bleed
For eternity
. . . In silence. . .
4. OF STONE, WIND, AND PILLOR
. . . It was not long ago when I had fallen from this mortal world,
Lost in dream flight to pierce the horizon as a bird. . .
Is this life the pillor I must bear?
To grow in this wretched world?
. . . With hate each day I burn. . .
The birds above, they ride the winds
And from each piercing talon dangles a soul
The stone awaits my fall
Upon a grave I dug myself
The birds sing their requiems
Please lend me your wisdom to fly above the heavens,
Across seas of gold, to my land of frostbitten, ageless night
Let me dig my own grave
Let me, oh precious noose of mine
You are my mother, whose womb around my neck
Grants me a world of cold nihility
An endless winter night
A bitter, black frozen hell
For me
Forever!
Is this the pillor I must bear?
To die on this fucking world?
. . . With hate I die and burn. . .
The birds above, they caress the winds
They lend me the wisdom to fly. . .
5. FOLIORUM VIRIDIUM
(Instrumental)
6. HAUNTING BIRDS
(Instrumental)
7. HALLWAYS OF ENCHANTED EBONY
Kiss me coldly and drain this life from my lips
Let the cold blood flow on it's own. . .
Kiss me coldly and fall away from the soul
Long forgotten. . .
From which of this oak shall I hang myself?
These ebon halls are always dark. . .
From which frostbitten bough shall I die?
As dark as the winter, as black as her ghastly veil
As cold as her whisper and chilling gown
No corridors of life and beauty
These enchanted halls are stained with the blood of night
Ebon halls gleam as ghosts of a fire dance wickedly across a pantheon of marble
These weary eyes shall open no more, frozen tightly by the cold embrace of death
A charnel house of memories torn and burning melancholy shall embrace me now
Hear this call. . .
Beyond endless halls and far across the vast forest, just across the iron gates
Whispers. . .
As dark as the winter, as black as her grim mask of death
As cold as her sorrow, her ivory tears
No corridors of life and beauty
No bloodred sky, no colors left in this world
It was the light's end
8. THE MELANCHOLY SPIRIT
It was in this haunted place under a moonless cloak of ebony
I was drawn to the glow of a young spiritess weeping in the woods
The blackest ravens and ice-veiled boughs
Have spoken of you, goddess of these bleak woods
I yearn for your embrace, spiritess of the melancholia
Show me, again, your sweet face
Enchant me with your rich, cinder burnt ether
Lure me into your arms and bless unto me eternal death
She had spoken to the dawn
Her words wisped in tongues of the wind
And then silence. . .
Pale clouds betrothed the dawn
Black rain fell
The birds wore masks
The haunting stain of her woe
Had burned itself into the oak
Night had gone
Bereaved, I was torn for her
One last time I witnessed her beauty in the distance
The arms of the trees tore at her morbid gown swaying in the loathsome winter
breeze
She faded before my eyes
Since that day a thousand veiled birds have taken flight
And the melancholy rain still pours forever on. . .
DISC 2
1. KNEEL TO THE CROSS (SOL INVICTUS COVER)
Give us our bread and bury our dead
And kneel to the cross on the wall
Whether burnt at the stake or drunk at the wake
Just kneel to the cross on the wall
We've original sin, but we might just get in
If we beg to the cross on the wall
It's rattle your sabre and love your neighbours
But kneel to that cross on the wall.
See the roof fall, hear the bells crash
As flesh and bone turn to ash
Tried to conquer the sun with a Christian frost
The corpses' stench beneath the cross
Give them gold and they'll save your soul
And kneel to the cross on the wall
Hail to the boss of the great unwashed
And kneel to the cross on the wall
They wail and weep, the march of the sheep
As they go to the cross on the wall
And it's ever so wrong to dare to be strong
So kneel to the cross on the wall
2. A POEM BY BEATS
The brawling of a sparrow in the eaves,
The brilliant moon and all the milky sky,
And all that famous harmony of leaves,
Had blotted out man's image and his cry.
A girl arose that had red mournful lips
And seemed the greatness of the world in tears,
Doomed like Odysseus and the labouring ships
And proud as Priam murdered with his peers;
Arose, and on the instant clamorous eaves,
A climbing moon upon an empty sky,
And all that lamentation of the leaves,
Could but compose man's image and his cry.
3. ODAL (INFINITY MIX)
(Instrumental)
4. THE DEATH OF MAN III
(Instrumental)
5. TOMORROW WILL NEVER COME
(Instrumental)
6. FRAGMENT (SECOND PHASE)
(Instrumental)
7. THE WOLVES OF TIMBERLINE
(Instrumental)
8. FALLING SNOW (ALTERNATE MIX)
The water pours its embracing arms around the stone
Decay drips from the unquiet void where the ice forms, where life ends
The stone is by the crimson flood, swallowed
The red tide beyond the ebon wound, contorted
My sacrifice bids farewell in this river of memory. . . a wave to end all time
Red birds escape from my wounds and return as Falling Snow
To sweep the landscape; a wind haunted, wings without bodies
The snow, the bitter snowfall
You wish to die in her pale arms, crystalline, to become an ode to silence
In the soul of a mountain of birds, fallen
The cascading pallor of ghostless feather
The snow has fallen and raised this white mountain on which you will die and fade away in silence
9. SCARS OF THE SHATETERED SKY
(Instrumental)
10. FRAGMENT 4
(Instrumental)
1. THE WILDERNESS
It was when I realized
That life has no meaning
No purpose, no quarry
. . . No answeres. . .
And all the dreary night
That had befallen across
The land
I slipped into a revery
A web of human hand
You longed to soar up high
To caress the silky winds
To embrace and kiss as lovers
. . . The ether. . .
But fate with cursed hand
Has struck wretch apon your head
This wretch has been the day
You were born (human)
I live my life alone
And all it's misery
Until the day I turn to stone
I shall die alone
Among the wilderness
It was when I realized
Apon my waking eyes
No nightmare of mankind
Can harm me. . .
I live my life alone
Among the wilderness
Until the day i turn to stone
Life is but a dream
Among the wilderness
. . . I spread my golden wings
Set sail my weightless form
And soar into the cosmos
. . . Forevermore. . .
2. AS EMBERS DRESS THE SKY
The shallow voice of the wind cries between these ebony wings
The shallow cries of the wind sing a swansong for mankind
Shine on morning skyfire
Ablaze this final day
The autumnal end, the dawn of man
The centuries fade below my feet
I soared above them as they worthlessly poured thought from a chalice
As wisdom would flow, twilight would come to pass
Drink, oh hallowed cup of life
Shine on evening skyfire
Paint the sky with the blood of a raven
Bereavement, oh garment of ebony
As embers dress the dusk of man. . .
3. THIS OLD CABIN
. . . Blood on my hands. . .
I walked in the shadows
'Neth an azure midnight sky
I walked in the shadows
To abscond a life not my own
I walked in the night
This life I hate
Destroy this life, this life I hate
Return me to the womb
Thy crystalline will
Has finally shattered
As spring rain paints itself
On the canvas of youth
It's snowing still in my heart
Will I ride the summer winds
Or dance apon the crimson horizon
Will I find paradise in hell?
If I go deep into the woods
If I go to this cabin
As scarlet flowers lust for the dew of morning
And infants nurse on the nectar of motherhood
As prophets of ruin wield their swords of wisdom
And battle forth towards a brighter dawn
Take me away from here
. . . Falling. . .
. . . Soaring. . .
If I go deep into the woods
If I go to this cabin
If I go deep into the woods
If I go will you follow?
. . . Falling. . .
. . . Soaring. . .
Take me away from here
(This blood) on my hands
To celebrate my passing
My soul shall bleed
For eternity
. . . In silence. . .
4. OF STONE, WIND, AND PILLOR
. . . It was not long ago when I had fallen from this mortal world,
Lost in dream flight to pierce the horizon as a bird. . .
Is this life the pillor I must bear?
To grow in this wretched world?
. . . With hate each day I burn. . .
The birds above, they ride the winds
And from each piercing talon dangles a soul
The stone awaits my fall
Upon a grave I dug myself
The birds sing their requiems
Please lend me your wisdom to fly above the heavens,
Across seas of gold, to my land of frostbitten, ageless night
Let me dig my own grave
Let me, oh precious noose of mine
You are my mother, whose womb around my neck
Grants me a world of cold nihility
An endless winter night
A bitter, black frozen hell
For me
Forever!
Is this the pillor I must bear?
To die on this fucking world?
. . . With hate I die and burn. . .
The birds above, they caress the winds
They lend me the wisdom to fly. . .
5. FOLIORUM VIRIDIUM
(Instrumental)
6. HAUNTING BIRDS
(Instrumental)
7. HALLWAYS OF ENCHANTED EBONY
Kiss me coldly and drain this life from my lips
Let the cold blood flow on it's own. . .
Kiss me coldly and fall away from the soul
Long forgotten. . .
From which of this oak shall I hang myself?
These ebon halls are always dark. . .
From which frostbitten bough shall I die?
As dark as the winter, as black as her ghastly veil
As cold as her whisper and chilling gown
No corridors of life and beauty
These enchanted halls are stained with the blood of night
Ebon halls gleam as ghosts of a fire dance wickedly across a pantheon of marble
These weary eyes shall open no more, frozen tightly by the cold embrace of death
A charnel house of memories torn and burning melancholy shall embrace me now
Hear this call. . .
Beyond endless halls and far across the vast forest, just across the iron gates
Whispers. . .
As dark as the winter, as black as her grim mask of death
As cold as her sorrow, her ivory tears
No corridors of life and beauty
No bloodred sky, no colors left in this world
It was the light's end
8. THE MELANCHOLY SPIRIT
It was in this haunted place under a moonless cloak of ebony
I was drawn to the glow of a young spiritess weeping in the woods
The blackest ravens and ice-veiled boughs
Have spoken of you, goddess of these bleak woods
I yearn for your embrace, spiritess of the melancholia
Show me, again, your sweet face
Enchant me with your rich, cinder burnt ether
Lure me into your arms and bless unto me eternal death
She had spoken to the dawn
Her words wisped in tongues of the wind
And then silence. . .
Pale clouds betrothed the dawn
Black rain fell
The birds wore masks
The haunting stain of her woe
Had burned itself into the oak
Night had gone
Bereaved, I was torn for her
One last time I witnessed her beauty in the distance
The arms of the trees tore at her morbid gown swaying in the loathsome winter
breeze
She faded before my eyes
Since that day a thousand veiled birds have taken flight
And the melancholy rain still pours forever on. . .
DISC 2
1. KNEEL TO THE CROSS (SOL INVICTUS COVER)
Give us our bread and bury our dead
And kneel to the cross on the wall
Whether burnt at the stake or drunk at the wake
Just kneel to the cross on the wall
We've original sin, but we might just get in
If we beg to the cross on the wall
It's rattle your sabre and love your neighbours
But kneel to that cross on the wall.
See the roof fall, hear the bells crash
As flesh and bone turn to ash
Tried to conquer the sun with a Christian frost
The corpses' stench beneath the cross
Give them gold and they'll save your soul
And kneel to the cross on the wall
Hail to the boss of the great unwashed
And kneel to the cross on the wall
They wail and weep, the march of the sheep
As they go to the cross on the wall
And it's ever so wrong to dare to be strong
So kneel to the cross on the wall
2. A POEM BY BEATS
The brawling of a sparrow in the eaves,
The brilliant moon and all the milky sky,
And all that famous harmony of leaves,
Had blotted out man's image and his cry.
A girl arose that had red mournful lips
And seemed the greatness of the world in tears,
Doomed like Odysseus and the labouring ships
And proud as Priam murdered with his peers;
Arose, and on the instant clamorous eaves,
A climbing moon upon an empty sky,
And all that lamentation of the leaves,
Could but compose man's image and his cry.
3. ODAL (INFINITY MIX)
(Instrumental)
4. THE DEATH OF MAN III
(Instrumental)
5. TOMORROW WILL NEVER COME
(Instrumental)
6. FRAGMENT (SECOND PHASE)
(Instrumental)
7. THE WOLVES OF TIMBERLINE
(Instrumental)
8. FALLING SNOW (ALTERNATE MIX)
The water pours its embracing arms around the stone
Decay drips from the unquiet void where the ice forms, where life ends
The stone is by the crimson flood, swallowed
The red tide beyond the ebon wound, contorted
My sacrifice bids farewell in this river of memory. . . a wave to end all time
Red birds escape from my wounds and return as Falling Snow
To sweep the landscape; a wind haunted, wings without bodies
The snow, the bitter snowfall
You wish to die in her pale arms, crystalline, to become an ode to silence
In the soul of a mountain of birds, fallen
The cascading pallor of ghostless feather
The snow has fallen and raised this white mountain on which you will die and fade away in silence
9. SCARS OF THE SHATETERED SKY
(Instrumental)
10. FRAGMENT 4
(Instrumental)
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