1. THE DOGMA OF CHALCEDON

Through the mist
Into the inner chambers of self
Caught up by fear
Desolated from malevolent absolution
Cut off from the tree of life Haunted by the golden swords
Polluted hands, clear of mind
Gnostic abomination, spiritual decapitation
Behold their faces as Janus
Ravishing in the form of diabloic positivism
Walking the path of fragmentation
Rebirth of ancient heresies

The face of Jesus
A new paradigm of valentinic dichotomy
In the shape of angels
Rejecting the dogma of Chalcedon
Condemning the consecration of worlds

One with sin, one with death
Incarnational recapitulation
One with sin, one with death
Devouring fire defleshed
One with sin, one with death
Archetype of rebellion
One with sin, one with death
Slaying death from Hades
Holding the keys of Hell
Unveiling the face of Jesus

From the womb of Theotokus
Ratifying the consecration of worlds
Walking the path of fragmentation, no more
Incarnational recapitulation
Reawakening of exegetical truths
Dualistic realm forever in ashes

One with sin, one with death
Incarnational recapitulation
One with sin, one with death
Unveiling the faces of Jesus


2. THE SUFFERING

Pain surrounds, mentality is broken down
The powerlessness internalize
The powerlessness is now one with the body
The strength is finished again
The blood runs slowly and it feels as
The life disappears out in a sea
Where it is collected
As insignificant drops in an eternity
Then you become the suffering mouth
The cursed calls, the cautious cry
And a relief for all them
Who has fallen silent in their anguish

I see but; do not understand
I consult but; do not understand
I feel but; do not understand... Why?

A faithful witness about all the need
And broken piece that can nest in a heart
An unerring, numbering man, as venture himself
To complain in the souls bitterness
Then you become the suffering mouth
The cursed calls, the cautious cry

Hated, dejected, attacked with defame
All I ask about is a while

A short second that few to exist
Then you become the suffering mouth
The cursed calls, the cautious cry...

The frost's verdure sealed around the skin
Mortify the soul
Less than the wounds before the stage out
The frost's verdure sealed around the skin
Cools the thought
More than foolishness before the stage out

What is that call that rises
Out of whipping iron frosted sea
And draws to those who nothing has?
There waits under grey clouds
Undeceived brothers and sisters


3. DIVINE DARKNESS

It cam in tranquility, fumbling in reverence
Like the first snow
Dancing like the mist on a woodland lake
And reverberating like a trumpet of war
It gently divested the luster of the hopeful spring sun
And in silence devoured the delightful moment of the sweet wine
The dark night of the soul
The vivid, white smile, full of life, turned into horrible screams of lamentation
Cascades of silver droplets, flowing down lacerated features
Like a sting of pearls, they find their way to the bitter flood of tears
On his black horse, Chaos rides in his grim lance
In a sudden fury, every shred of daylight is mutilated
I - a living dead, chained to the most powerful shackles
Sealed in the inner chambers of anguish
Struggling in poverty, wrapped in thistles
This blackness
This blood stained night
This pitch dark mid-winter of the soul

Hark! The sound of ancient, whispering voices
Enter the golden ladder, climb towards the mountain peak!
There be light, there thou shalt be crowned with the noble crown of reason

Immanence, a streak of deeper darkness poured its presence upon my cell
Everything was... different
The non-existence was no more
The light was nowhere to be found, its radiance could not be seen
My path leads from clarity to obscurity

Smitten by the refulgence of divine darkness
Embraced by the darkest of light

Gloria Patri et Filio et Spiritus Sanctus...
Most holy of mysteries - encircled by a billion suns
Origin of the starry firmament of the northern sky
O, transcendente! Surrounded by the haze of blackness
In the dark I found thy dwelling
To perceive the name brings delirium to the soul
My interior trembles with awe
The rich garments of language standing naked and destitute
Overtaken by the radiance of divine darkness
Embraced by the darkest of light


4. I AM TRIBULATION

In the dream, the all was my shadow
In the shadow the dream was my all
Cold is your tear that drips down on me
The dew from your tears, how cold
If the grief that embraces me was the abyss
If the abyss inside me was grief
When the barren life is stripped

I remained stripped down in my stronghold
Anxiously, without shame, the dream regains its invigoration
In the mist, every line of disharmony, slowly, humbly dies away
The abyss within me, it scratches, it pulls, it tears
What was, that's where I constantly looked
What comes, my perpetual yearning
I'm always there, in the dream, stripped down in my stronghold
Shadows of ancient blackness knock on my door
Times past, when desolation was in collusion with death

I am tribulation
I am where time stops
I am indifference
I am where time curses

It lingers, it does not hastily go away
Like the spider's prey, awaiting its doom

I walk in devout contemplation down the unclean steps of stone
In my mind I see myself turning and running up
Yet my reality remains another
The steps of stone, marked by blood
The emblem of the forces of chaos is etched into my lacerated body
I grope about me, yet I remain upright
Is this inevitable?

I am tribulation
I am where time stops
I am indifference
I am where time curses


5. VOISTINU VOSKRESE

Christos Voskrese…Voistinu Voskrese!
Christos Voskrese…
Voistinu Voskrese!
Christos Voskrese…Voistinu Voskrese!


6. KINGDOM OF THE WOLF

In the forest beyond forests
In the pillared hall of majestic pine trees
Where man has yet to set foot
Upon the fair verdure of the ground
To where but the wild beasts
Of the barren north know the way
And the ancient cawing of the raven
Resounds clearly over forest-clad wilderness
There, in the ancient woods of Smaland
The magnificent fir trees in their thousand
By the clear waters of the mountain lake
And the warlike roar of the stream

In the midst of the Nordic wastelands its magical interior
In the heart of mighty realms its pitch-dark chambers

I found myself there, in the forest beyond forests
Sitting at the foot of the worthy mountain
I found myself surrounded
By nature's own high mass
Yes, continually and wanting nothing
The forest's own sanctus rang out:

Irrevocably over misty, endless mire
In reverence from the tranquil stronghold of the grove
In the forest beyond forests
The wind of rapture was shown to me
In the tranquil woodland of the North
I could discern the land beyond bitterness

In the midst of the Nordic wastelands
I worship in the hidden kingdom of the wolf
In the heart of misty realms
In awe before the Creator of all that is


7. DUSK

Each brick of ice held firmly in its place
With my bitter and salty tears once cried...
Decorated in the golden glow of my shed blood
And laced with fragile lines of lost hope

Asphyxiation occurring with cognition
Pastille's crowned reality to halt the yearned
Intimate whispers fall upon raven winds

Repeated fallacies to create
This tainted reverie surrounding
Solitude beseeches the presence of confused
With crimson rivers hindering attachment

Pain manifests with unanswered devotions
Resting beneath something greater intangible

Only burdening hands of ticking meter
Will expose the foreordain closer
But never allowing anyone neither in nor out
You are close to breaking through my walls

Another dawn to pass the recess of loveless
Another dusk to fade in confine of grey scales
Another day without a face or expression
Atrophied limbs seeded depression's soils

Unknowing your voice, but your words I hear
Sight unseen, yet seeing you so clear
Your strength, a mystery but every touch I fell
I'll just close my eyes, and glimpses I'll steal

Asphyxiation occurring with cognition
Pastille's crowned reality to halt the yearned
Intimate whispers fall upon raven winds...

Pain manifests with unanswered devotions
Resting beneath something greater intangible

Another dawn to pass the recess of loveless
Another dusk to fade in confine of grey scales
Another day without a face or expression
Atrophied limbs seeded depression's soils


8. IN SILENCE, IN CHAINS

Captured in my Omnium Gatherum
The animated ego constantly echoes
The demands of the superego
Captured in my Omnium Gatherum
Yet again, in the hidden heart
The banner of impotence is engraved

Son of Adam, I'm born free, constantly in chains
Son of Adam, I'm untouched existence
Enveloped beyond it all
Facing the discord of life, and its smile
In the shimmering arrogance of metaphysics
Bred in the haze
Dense blackness, there was the light

I sense you, the struggle of the shattered self
I sense you, lacerated daylight
In the pearly robes of melancholy
Saturation in the pitfalls of elegance
Always presumptuous
Locked up in the crescendos of self

Omniun Gatherum, your brushstrokes obscure
Omnium Gatherum, constantly in chains

Days of old, oh hope for the eternal future
In silence, the One draws near
Existence suffering in the service
In the solid chaos
The shadow of the invisible is brought forth
The image of the Eternal One

I sense you, the struggle of the shattered self
I sense you, lacerated daylight, in the pearly robes

Forces of chaos, trodden by wounded flesh
Forces of chaos, stripped my the Master of Ages

Omnium Gatherum, disarmed and destitute
Omnium Gatherum, the great sea fled before His face
It is finished, forever and ever...