1. WRATH OF IMMORTALS

(Instrumental)


2. ANIMISTIC (SOURCE OF EXISTENCE)

Avow of declaration calls to arms
No source without spirit
In visions beyond
Unveiling formation

Imprisoned in the flesh of life's
Prolonged journey
Suffering in silence
Waiting to escape through
Where few have tread before

Am I cursed or bewitched
For what purpose serves to
Ignite a stolen flame
In mystic time I wander
No reason amidst to

Fixed in serenity of blanket night sky
Lay as epitaphs
Apterous fallen ones
Who wander, who wander

"I speak an omen of truth for all that is
And I speak of the other side
For it is near but far from scent
Ever watching beyond the mirrored glass
I call upon the winds one by one"

Who rise upon request
To the centralism of all

Am I cursed or bewitched
For what purpose serves to
Ignite a stolen flame
In mystic time I wander
No reason amidst to

Masked and veiled in the flesh
That ceil divine within
For to oppose is failure to seek

In the eyes of the noble sage
In the oracle of the medium
In the destruction of Kalkis sword
I call on oath
In the horns of the crescent moon
That none may contradict such dogma.


3. ANCIENT WISDOM

Endless black waters swallow dying sun
Where beneath lay vanquished ones
The chief among its pantheon
Dead but dreaming awaiting return.

Spirit of the elder blood of the ancient
Their waters were one now torn apart
Condemned forever to reside in the
Cavities of the black earth.

Wreak of pain
And of torment

The dark waters rose and Venus fell from the skies
The queen of death palsied with fear unleashing the beasts
And the seven lords rejoiced the token
Into the night darkness fell upon her entrance

For what is new came from old
And that which is old shall reign again
For time is lost to the outside world
This is the covenant created by the elders

From the blood of the ancient man
Is beholder of the gate
Of ishtars sleep in the house of death
Where she hung in gallows

Is the warning to thou who pass the gates
Thou who possess the sign and shape of the entrance
He who summon forth the old for the
Paragon of the noble sages

Forever haunted by the other side
Their life odyssey and spirit torn
From the temples of their shell
Have mercy on their souls.


4. NOCTURNE

Near the stream and torrent rivers
Their presence of phantasm
To be seen amid the necropolis
There they roam guardian spirit
Their watchful eye and the omen of death
To follow nefarious shadow

Beast eternal
Vigilance in the nocturne
Storms gather as they merge
A black fog smoulders throughout the church
Enshrouding the christians at mass
With fear of the supernatural
Yet is conceived to be on the eve
They were buried under the north winds
Harbinger of the terror and curse unto
The one whose time has come

From the witness of the horned moon
And by the lake of knowledge

They come to wander
Then chained to the earth
Without sound they are heard
With vision their eyes enriched
Brighter
Than the moonlight

They travel the same ancient paths
Guarding the pagan mounds

To bind all demon
Yet demon they are
And for the black nights
That rose, they rose
For to strike to cross their path
Staring through them black beasts of night

Haunter of the living bringing demise
To those who challenge
Holocausting the christians

To bind all demon yet demon they are
And for the black nights that rose they rose
For to strike to cross their path
Staring through them
Black beasts of night.


5. CIRCLE OF PAIN

The serenity of the waking forest
Shattered by charging steads
And the cries of giants of men
Thirsty for the blood of innocents
Slaughtering victims, left and right
None survive, field of death
But a lone boy plucked from the ashes
Still clutching his lifeless mother

Lynched to horses and dragged across the plains
A lifetime of slavery awaits
Doomed to be chained to the Circle of Pain
Forever pushing, barely living

From now on, survival of the fittest
The Circle of Pain
Silently killing, slowly murdering
Littered with bones of dead children
Through years of toil, the boy still lives
No more a boy, now a man
Last one standing, forever pushing
The circle of pain, he has endured.

“Tell me what is most important in life
To crush your enemies
See them driven before you
And to hear the lamentation of their women”


6. NOM DE GUERRE

Dark clenched fists of vengeance
Held high to celestial skies
Ruins carved in eye of sword
Honouring the many to be slain
The horns and drums rage
As if alive and vigilant
Awakening Gaea from Earth
To the mighty Gods of war
For they stood like pawns
Across the battlefield
To be cut by Atropos

Ready to ambuscade into the new territory
With dominance and daring will
Slaughtering the fiendish womb in all its bloody glory
The stormclouds gathered above
From the grant of several winds
That roiled across endlessly

From the north of gnomes
And the white horse of death
Shown in the premonition and foreseen in the vision
Of those to be slain
And to be ferried across the murky river Styx
By the many in defeat

In the great paragon of knighthood
The three fates are deftly woven
Where the enduring thread of life
Will forever cease to spin

The blood and sarcous flesh
Scatters across the fields
Helpless victims drown
In its endless rivulet

The crimson stained swords
Bound to the foe
Adhered to the throne
Where upon sat the King
In all triumph
Woe to the foe
'neath the devouring sword
Of those to be slain.


7. ECLIPSED

Into twilight of serrated forest
Bearing nocturnal plague
Awake from slumber
Amid the weeping shadows lengthen to eve

Trinity's moonspell as night crept over
Bewildered labyrinth maze
For not even the threat of Ariadne
Could pull me away

Aspen leaves flurried winds
Lifeless to autumns break
Layed to rest
Fade away through dawn of mist

Hungry wolves assail my flesh
Gazing through the shadow
I heed the thoughts
To speak beyond nature's law

They speak my name hear oath
My will chained to the earth
Your stench torrent river stain
Forlorn I am now.