Cryptic Tales : VII Dogmata of Mercy

Death Black / Poland
(2008 - Empire Records (PL))
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1. PURGATORY

The silence of the night torn by hellish choir
Pushed out from the lungs of the damned
Tickled ears with a tempting proposal
To which demon's nature surrenders

Purgatory – kneel in prayer
Purgatory – kneel in prayer

Cursed, weak silhouettes
Raise in war
For I have risen
Crucified regret for the sins
Drowned in Persian
Whore's secretion

The blots of the gates of Hades clanged
I'm submerging myself in a blind infinity
Dark current of sinister waters
Was torn by the paddles of a silent carrier

Purgatory – kneel in prayer
Purgatory – kneel in prayer

Cursed, weak silhouettes
Raise in war
For I have risen
Crucified regret for the sins
Drowned in Persian
Whore's secretion

A suffering silhouette
Inhaling opium of seductive salvation
Her fluttering wings
In mutilated, murderous agony
Risen for a moment
Over the area of sin
Then I saw the bitterness of frustration
When she fell down under the burden cross
Grim bringer of ancient heritage
Welcome to darkness
Ready for death, to be born again in darkness

For me, for us
She will dance again
For me, For us
She will boost the pack ...

A suffering silhouette
Inhaling opium of seductive salvation
Her fluttering wings
In mutilated, murderous agony
Risen for a moment
Over the area of sin

The silence of the night torn by hellish choir
Pushed out from the lungs of the damned
Tickled ears with a tempting proposal
To which demon's nature surrenders

Purgatory – kneel in prayer
Purgatory – kneel in prayer

Cursed, weak silhouettes
Raise in war
For I have risen
Crucified regret for the sins
Drowned in Persian
Whore's secretion


2. TOWARDS MODERN DARKNESS

Hello, black flame that licks this nude mass
Tears have watered the seed, the system has been launched
The moon goddess toasts and fills an empty chamber
Its echo pierces fearful hearts of forest dancers

Hello, pack of wolves, great to be with you
Strengthening a weak shell, filling the hunger
Of rightful existence
I retreat from the gates of Hades,
Heading for modern darkness
Tempting vision of night reigns on the horizon chaos

Timeless journey on the wings of a black raven
I see a crimson flesh in my victim’s eyes
Endless way through the voice of death
The shell’s thin blood satisfies the
Desire of being infinite

Coffin’s abyss is calling me
Foretelling a walk in the moonlight
The presence of the past releases unlimited power
From which the knights of Jerusalem escaped

Mythical breath of ancient times
Made by the wind of the black raven
Set the infinite vector of a new activity
Growing forgotten light in the soul of a tied beast

Timeless journey on the wings of a black raven
I see a crimson flesh in my victim’s eyes
Endless way through the voice of death
The shell’s thin blood satisfies the desire
Of being infinite

From the gates of Hades towards modern darkness …

The elliptic circle of light fell upon an ancient hill
Veiled in stormy clouds I look into the eye of evil

Made of pain, torn off history
I’m listening to the voice of a sinister bird ...

Wolves have howled again tonight
Bloodthirsty, in need of crimson hemoglobin
Come Pegasus, the guardian of Hades
Light the ancient fire in darkness

Hello, black flame that licks this nude mass
Tears have watered the seed, the system has been launched
The moon goddess toasts and fills an empty chamber
Its echo pierces fearful hearts of forest dancers

Hello, pack of wolves, great to be with you
Strengthening a weak shell, filling the hunger
Of rightful existence
I retreat from the gates of Hades,
Heading for modern darkness
Tempting vision of night reigns on the horizon chaos


Timeless journey on the wings of a black raven
I see a crimson flesh in my victim’s eyes
Endless way through the voice of death
The shell’s thin blood satisfies
The desire of being infinite

From the gates of Hades towards modern darkness …


3. VALLEY OF THE DOLLS II

Washed by the crimson of the night
Engrossed in the eyes which ask why
I stood there in the fog like a proud raven
Over the victim’s leftovers

In the shreds of my mind
I found a picture of a misty valley
From a past childhood
Full of the scent of old time
Forgotten valley of the dolls

I captured one shred of mind
Sentimental break of vampire existence
Missing the whispers of old trees
Of distant valley of the dolls

Valley of the dolls - the vestibule of hell
Where a whore gulps glory from Master’s horn
- a place where a stray thought
Will never see the way out of the dark
- a swampy neighbourhood
Enveloped with a misty veil
Valley of the dolls – soaked with penance
Cursed valley of sin …

In the shreds of my mind
I found a picture of a misty valley
From a past childhood
Full of the scent of old time
Forgotten valley of the dolls

Cursed valley of the dolls …


4. SET THE UNHOLY ICONS FREE

I drink from the cup of delight
I’m debased in a magic
Addiction of Roman sodomy
I’m marked by a wolf’s flaw
With the blood and juice of a hell cat
Marked to please
Ordained to the chapel of ghosts
Behind the veil of night
Succubus, incarnated sin
Devoted to a forest shrine
At night’s ritual sin
In a circle of flames

The chapel of ghosts summons a demon
His name engraved in the gate
Blasphemous and night longing
Through the silent mouth of the ancient statue …

O! holy fire of darkness
Grab and fill her shell
Her pride and virtue
Burns naked on the altar

Thirsty for perversion is the desire of purity
Vicious demons of the night
Glances stolen in the fog
Fluttering with lust
Kneeling in sin
Full of challenge, whispering to tempt
Lead me on, lead me on
Deviate me, my fire of darkness

O! holy fire of darkness
Grab and fill her shell
Her pride and virtue
Burns naked on the altar

Wile me, take me, my fire of darkness
Fill me up, and let me kneel no longer …

Wile me, take me, my fire of darkness
Fill me up, and let me kneel no longer
Satisfy me and condemn my name
On the altar of The Ghosts Chapel
Relieve me, and make me your slave

The chapel of ghosts summons a demon
His name engraved in the gate
Blasphemous and night longing
Through the silent mouth of the ancient statue …

Wile me, take me, my fire of darkness
Fill me up, and let me kneel no longer
Lead me into temptation
In forest nooks
Set the unholy icons free
From under the burden of their lids

She trod barefoot in filthy garment
Old forest, sunk in the night
Stood silent in malign

The old chapel welcomed
Her at the threshold
With silent lips
And quiet whisper of the ancient statue

Welcome to hell, you indecent whore
Brought down from sin into darkness
You blossom
Proud and naked on the cross
You shine with allurement of a Mauritian goddess

Bleeding for evil, you swear at the light
Your mouth ribald and parted
Despising the shells of the world
You tremble excited by the fire

O! holy fire of darkness
Grab and fill her shell
Her pride and virtue
Burns naked on the altar

I drink from the cup of delight
I’m debased in a magic
Addiction of Roman sodomy
I’m marked by a wolf’s flaw
With the blood and juice of a hell cat
Marked to please
Ordained to the chapel of ghosts
Behind the veil of night
Succubus, incarnated sin
Devoted to a forest shrine
At night’s ritual sin
In a circle of flames

The chapel of ghosts summons a demon
His name engraved in the gate
Blasphemous and night longing
Through the silent mouth of the ancient statue …


5. IN IMMORTALITY

There was no mercy for me
When sunk in the dark waters of Styx
I looked with my dead eyes
Into the cosmic suffering
The smell of annihilation
Mislead by raven passion
Into the bottomless abyss
Where hell demons and their nightmares feast

Dark angel has lit the torches in the temple of evil
In revengeful cacophony tolls a funeral bell
Take lower bows - withered plants
In a mourning gesture of a finished ceremony

Thousands of years in a dark crypt I wrote serenades
Wolf-inspired verses full of loss of light
Thousands of years in a dark crypt I counted nights
Until ghastly, thirsty saliva thinners your blood

The lead eyelid of time
Covered with ancient frost
November night
Touches the claw of superior evil
A grey wolf among the hues of death
Recognized his Master’s presence
In the dark space he has found
Lost plot of his lupus nature

Dark angel has lit the torches in the temple of evil
In revengeful cacophony tolls a funeral bell
Take lower bows - withered plants
In a mourning gesture of a finished ceremony

Stop the mourning, the rose hasn’t withered
It’s lit with light of moon’s glow
Her shadow dances in the corners of the night
Dark incubus raven passion

Thousands of years in a dark crypt I wrote serenades
Wolf-inspired verses full of loss of light
Thousands of years in a dark crypt I counted nights
Until ghastly, thirsty saliva thinners your blood

Cosmic satisfaction of lupus intercourse
Tasted like an angel’s kiss
I looked indifferently into your fading eyes
Which have never got the answer

Thousands of years in a dark crypt I wrote serenades
Wolf-inspired verses full of loss of light
Thousands of years in a dark crypt I counted nights
Until ghastly, thirsty saliva thinners your blood

There was no mercy for me
When sunk in the dark waters of Styx
I looked with my dead eyes
Into the cosmic suffering
The smell of annihilation
Mislead by raven passion
Into the bottomless abyss
Where hell demons and their nightmares feast

Dark angel has lit the torches in the temple of evil
In revengeful cacophony tolls a funeral bell
Take lower bows - withered plants
In a mourning gesture of a finished ceremony


6. LIKE IN THE DARKEST STORMY NIGHTS

For thousands of years the freezing wind
Stroked the grave idly and persistently
In a slow exhumation act
He unearthed ancient truths

Holy flames courted death with darkness for too long
Swallowing the wood of old torches

Revenge blasting with its extent
In a contemptuous pose lay in shade
She knew, she – the hellish whore
How much she was longed for

Satan’s whore, cursed in legends
Like the darkest stormy nights
Unearthed womb, loved in circles
Like the darkest stormy nights

He who stands to fight at her holy side
Will lift a black sword in a Maltese carnage
He who blunts the blade of the holy sword
Will spit blasphemies from her filthy womb

Satan’s whore, cursed in legends
Like the darkest stormy nights
Unearthed womb, loved in circles
Like the darkest stormy nights

Like the darkest stormy nights …

Satan’s whore, cursed in legends
Like the darkest stormy nights
Unearthed womb, loved in circles
Like the darkest stormy nights …

Blades of holy arms
Will flash in the moon’s flare
The essence of Hades
Will foam under the whip of the dead sailors

The fools will kneel under the haunted pack
United under the hymn of The God of War
The horns will blow with pandemoniac sound
Like in the darkest stormy nights

For thousands of years the freezing wind
Stroked the grave idly and persistently
In a slow exhumation act
He unearthed ancient truths

Holy flames courted death with darkness for too long
Swallowing the wood of old torches

Revenge blasting with its extent
In a contemptuous pose lay in shade
She knew, she – the hellish whore
How much she was longed for

Satan’s whore, cursed in legends
Like the darkest stormy nights
Unearthed womb, loved in circles
Like the darkest stormy nights


7. VII DOGMA OF MERCY

So the vault parted and they saw heaven’s army
Obsessive horns moaned
Teasing the senses with battle secretion
The betrayed dogma of mercy
Horrified kneeled in blood
And the hordes moved on
Released from hell to slaughter

Legions fell into darkness
Slashed by the archangel’s wing
Resting under the vault of a crypt
Waiting for the exhumation

Blue lips whispered
Last prayers
Revengeful desires
Disunited thighs of death
Embraced the deceased
In a warm welcome

Wicked howl of a wolf
Like a whisper of blue lips
Pierced the woods with hatred
Stained with the Dead blood

Auricle of darkness
Intensively bent
Like an executioner of the last wish
With an empty eye hole
Set into nothingness
She pointed the vector of the triumphant flight
Through the holy flames, of nation’s inheritance
Towards the infinite night
Towards the gates of hell

The gates of hell

Legions fell into darkness
Slashed by the archangel’s wing
Resting under the vault of a crypt
Waiting for the exhumation

Await the night
The gates of the crypt will part
To fulfill the vow of wolf’s house
Before the dawn

When the woods are enveloped
With the veil of mist
Ancient gravedigger
Rapturously gulps
Freezing north wind
Cuts the binds of death
Of the dead
Of the condemned

Auricle of darkness
Intensively bent
Like an executioner of the last wish
With an empty eye hole
Set into nothingness
She pointed the vector of the triumphant flight
Through the holy flames, of nation’s inheritance
Towards the infinite night
Towards the gates of hell

The gates of hell

So the vault parted and they saw heaven’s army
Obsessive horns moaned
Teasing the senses with battle secretion
The betrayed dogma of mercy
Horrified kneeled in blood
And the hordes moved on
Released from hell to slaughter

Blue lips whispered
Last prayers
Revengeful desires
Disunited thighs of death
Embraced the deceased
In a warm welcome

On holy hills
The fires will light again
Blades lost in heaven
Will fall in thirst for blood

Auricle of darkness
Intensively bent
Like an executioner of the last wish
With an empty eye hole
Set into nothingness
She pointed the vector of the triumphant flight
Trough the holy flames, of nation’s inheritance
Towards the infinite night
Towards the gates of hell

The gates of hell

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