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1. BURIED ALIVE WITH HER WHITE SILK DRESS
Lurking in the shadow of a dead tree
Poaching in Treresson’s fog, a long dark autumn
Ankou’s coach hitched to black horses
Embellishes the courtship’s ritual, sordid and dirty
A lady with no name
With a bunch of flowers
A long october sigh
Shapes of malignant intentions
Silent thugs face the pious innocence
Informal noises out of the earth
Bestial screams that renders the air
A lady with no name
With a bunch of flowers
A long october sigh
Acts of vengeance from these faceless men
Hangmen’s hand holding silent gifts
Burrow his grave like a dog digging for a bone
But the lover is only a prey in his pit
Ruined, tarnished, Defiled…
Ruined, tarnished, Defiled…
Buried alive with her white silk dress
You have dishonored us
Exhumed in her outfit of damnation
Your virginity is consumed by Death
And always nearby the castle
A cold wind chills my ears
A humming entity by the waters
A dark melody of wonder
2. KER YS
Ker Ys héritage de la force magique
Ville de l’ivresse et des plaisirs du vice
Démunie de maris, dépourvue d’églises
Dahut la dépravée, la luxure épique
Masque de soie et pratiques sexuelles
Orgie du soir, appétits menstruels
Culte de la nature, voiles enchantés
Liturgie du corps, griffes de fer forgé
Les falaises de granit laissent couler
Les amants aux visages lacérés
Ses cheveux de cuivres oxydés
Par les vagues de la chrétienté́
Païenne dans le sang
Fiancée à l'océan
Submersion d’impies errants
Tu jouis de mon châtiment
Tu attises ma haine
J’écorche tes rêves
J’écarte tes lèvres
Tu coules ma reine
Ker Ys, Ker Ys tu ne seras pardonné par le sang du christ
Ker Ys Ker Ys la main fébrile du saint homme laisse tomber le calice
La messe ne sera point achevée
Tu perdras ta beauté́ à jamais
Condamnée à errer sous les flots
Altérée et damnée en fée d’eau
3. ETERNAL IMPENITENCE
You ride Morvar’h under the dominion
Of your hidden vices
The saint’s punishment
The red prince spreads his plague
He opens the city’s bronze gates
Infernal waves, the inhabitants shall be drowned
Frozen by the time that never flows
And their perpetual activities
Mother, goddess, libertine you lead the masses
From your submarine palace
Through the darkness you ride
With the weight of your sins
Donarnenez’s bay haunted
Under the ocean you sink
With the glory of hatred
Eternal impenitence
A glow from the abyss
Illuminates the greenish and troubled streets
Inquisity’s souls, dancing on the cobblestones
Covered with algae
Extending their arms towards resurrection
The march is fierce, sailors are charmed
An irresisitible tune pierces your eardrums
Til your spirit drowns into the depths
Of forgetfulness
God’s transfiguration
Chameleon woman
Your eyes changing colors
According to the hue of the water
Your prey’s faces are altering
According to the flames of desire
Your rusy hair rests on your corroded breasts
Displaying a tail with large scales
On a clear and soft night
Full moon is reflecting the fishermen’s orgy
And their sirens fellatio
In aquatic copulation drowning marries orgasm
And the two paramours swirl in amoria
Through the darkness you ride
With the weight of your sins
Donarnenez’s bay haunted
Under the ocean you sink
With the glory of hatred
Eternal impenitence
4. TIGER OF THE SEVEN SEAS
In the year 1800 we sail across the indian sea
Under the first ripouxblique
We violate the Mare Clausum
Privateer to the port side
The kent shows her profile
Storm the ship, hoist the colour, one against four
Our grapples to triumph, Rivington will fall
The sea is no place for the feebles
Tiger of the seven seas
Living legend, Albion’s nightmare
Terror of the british ships
Robert Surcouf, spirit and force
Intrepid and fiery you guide your crew
By the axe and trickery you make your way
You shatter their destinies
Blasts of flames and pellets
They die in disdain
Saint-Malo’s flag floats on its prow
England must be ruined
Tiger of the seven seas
Living legend, Albion’s nightmare
Terror of the british ships
Robert Surcouf, spirit and force
Tiger of the seven seas
Living legend, Albion’s nightmare
Horror of the british ships
Robert Surcouf, spirit and force
5. BELZEBUTH’S APOCRYPHAL MARK
Tregor – A magical land
Where timeless paganism
Bred with upgrowing christianism
Across the North coasts to the earth’s end
From seeds of immemorial heathen fruits
The parish close’s churches took their roots
Here in secret is read
A litterature woven with dread
Beyond any human conception of knowledge
Scriptures read in reverse
Bound to devils pledge
« Ey Da Ya Aye »
To Samael blood in the pyre
« Za Da Ora Elé »
Agrippa, the pages afire
Liturgy of a demonolatrical rutt revealed
Underneath a cryptic symbol
From a book, infernal breasts answer a call
Ar Dif : Belzebuth’s apocryphal mark
Here’s the tale of a book
Made of flesh and blood
Its possessor might never
Free himself from its hold
Red pages with pictographic spells
Scribed in black, teaching the sciences
From Hell
Size of a man, tied up with chains
To a twisted beam
Vivacious stench of sulphur
Announces evil stream
Covered with a swarm of miasms
And polyporus germs
Sealed by Belzebuth’s hooked step
Demons impose their terms
The one to read this satanic scrawl
Walk as he is concerned to step on a soul
The one to possess this impious book
Never goes free from this malignant hook
Burnt in the gorse, thrown into the sea
Buried deep down in the grounds
It’s coming home from its own will
Carrying an infernal bill
No cross can stand upon its grave
Of the one who serves as the demon’s slave
To immolate a three year old goat
Question the devils about Hell’s host
Unclean reek, sibylline talks
Promised to the torments of infernal forks
Practitian of a worship
Appaling by its thirst of hemoglobin
« Abaddon, Asima, Appolyon, Mammona »
By the warmth of Moloch
The spirits gather around the rocks
Circle ritual to summon
The bestial entities from downward
The crooked elders called Léonard
Four horned goat
With a human face located under its tail
An abomination to the christian faith
Such a knowledge of awfulness
Would spiral wise men into madness
The most pious in ungodliness
« Eloïm, Essaïm, Frugati, Appellavi »
Reversed reading, larvae puncturing
Denus bewitch, Tuesday crescent moon
Symbolizing emerald, the goat
And shameful genitals
Obscene incubus fornicate
With sleeping women in the woods
And beget deformed abominable brood
Filthy foul bonefire
Tearing night’s dress of sapphire
Zephyr blows Satan’s wire
« Ey Da Ya Aye »
To Samael blood in the pyre
« Za Da Ora Elé »
Agrippa, the pages afire
Liturgy of a demonolatrical rutt revealed
Underneath a cryptic symbol
From a book, infernal breasts answer a call
Ar Dif : Belzebuth’s apocryphal mark
6. BRECHELIANT
[No lyrics available)
7. DANSE MACABRE
Crosses grow like wheat
Where fields of Death are fertile
Sea winds carry abyssal fragments
From unfathomable plans
Near the village of Kerguh
Two calvaries face at a crossroads
And when the night spreads its dark hue
Through a sharp cold mist, the dead one can behold
Emerald mefitic will-o’-the-wisps
Enlight this senseless saraband
Circles of Anaon gather
Ghostlys steps tread an unholy ground
Tormented spirits chant a hideous miserere
Whose sound spectrum takes the semblance
Of the most obscene nightmare
Legions of revenants are dancing
In an infernal whirling
Bones burst in distorted cadences
From rifts of the earth rise innumerable corpses
Visions of a horror so abstruse
No structured language can describe
In the pit of this macabre impetus
The Devil conducts his impious tribe
Carnival of all abominations, magnetic borders
Between the living and Hell crack
Under the baton of the humanoid
Horned beast draped in a blood red shroud
8. KRŒZ ER VOSSEN
[Les « Kalvar Plougastell-Daoulaz » ou « Kroaz ar vossen » (littéralement « Croix de la Peste ») sont des monuments érigés en Bretagne du Moyen-Âge jusqu'au XVIIIème siècle par les populations chrétiennes, en ex-voto ou en commémoration d'une épidémie de Peste. Les croix devaient conjurer le mal … Elles étaient élevées à la fin de l'épidémie pour remercier Dieu quand le danger était écarté.]
[English : Krœz Er Vossen means « Cross of the Plague »]
Across the tortuous pathway by the heathlands
Drenched with the tears
Of a mourning December sky
A peasant was driving his cart to Camors
Near the plan of Treauray a lamentable figure
Seeped in his eyes…
Hobbling, stubbling, crawling
With the help of a rotten stick
An aged hunched crone was travelling
Awful face, soulless eyes
Cheeks hollow like an open grave
In a christian charity impulse he drove her
Pestilence vides, dressed in rags…
The horse was rushing
As if the devil’s whip was hitting his rump
Old woman was sitting in the back of the cart
Hemmed a noxious aura of sickness and death
Atmosphere corrupted
With an unbearable pathogenic stench
The bell tower of Camors
Appeared through the crying clouds
« Here I stop !
I take charge of destroying this land !
When my task is accomplished
Graves will be so numerous
There won’t be any room left to bury corpses
It’s the Plague, peasant
That you brought to Camors ! »
So many cadavers, no gravedigger
Was left alive to bury them all
Megalith, Cromlech
Rocks of the castle of Konomor
Mineral substances last longer than flesh
Life is only a desperate rush to the grave
The great finale is Death
Pestilence and oblivion
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust…
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust…
Conclusion of this tale is no prayer
No bible, no crucified fool
Will carry your soul to an everlasting paradise
Where daily life is a survival
Men erect weakness in shapes of a cross
In a cage of granite and wood
All flesh is destined to rot
Krœz Er Vossen…
Krœz Er Vossen…
Lurking in the shadow of a dead tree
Poaching in Treresson’s fog, a long dark autumn
Ankou’s coach hitched to black horses
Embellishes the courtship’s ritual, sordid and dirty
A lady with no name
With a bunch of flowers
A long october sigh
Shapes of malignant intentions
Silent thugs face the pious innocence
Informal noises out of the earth
Bestial screams that renders the air
A lady with no name
With a bunch of flowers
A long october sigh
Acts of vengeance from these faceless men
Hangmen’s hand holding silent gifts
Burrow his grave like a dog digging for a bone
But the lover is only a prey in his pit
Ruined, tarnished, Defiled…
Ruined, tarnished, Defiled…
Buried alive with her white silk dress
You have dishonored us
Exhumed in her outfit of damnation
Your virginity is consumed by Death
And always nearby the castle
A cold wind chills my ears
A humming entity by the waters
A dark melody of wonder
2. KER YS
Ker Ys héritage de la force magique
Ville de l’ivresse et des plaisirs du vice
Démunie de maris, dépourvue d’églises
Dahut la dépravée, la luxure épique
Masque de soie et pratiques sexuelles
Orgie du soir, appétits menstruels
Culte de la nature, voiles enchantés
Liturgie du corps, griffes de fer forgé
Les falaises de granit laissent couler
Les amants aux visages lacérés
Ses cheveux de cuivres oxydés
Par les vagues de la chrétienté́
Païenne dans le sang
Fiancée à l'océan
Submersion d’impies errants
Tu jouis de mon châtiment
Tu attises ma haine
J’écorche tes rêves
J’écarte tes lèvres
Tu coules ma reine
Ker Ys, Ker Ys tu ne seras pardonné par le sang du christ
Ker Ys Ker Ys la main fébrile du saint homme laisse tomber le calice
La messe ne sera point achevée
Tu perdras ta beauté́ à jamais
Condamnée à errer sous les flots
Altérée et damnée en fée d’eau
3. ETERNAL IMPENITENCE
You ride Morvar’h under the dominion
Of your hidden vices
The saint’s punishment
The red prince spreads his plague
He opens the city’s bronze gates
Infernal waves, the inhabitants shall be drowned
Frozen by the time that never flows
And their perpetual activities
Mother, goddess, libertine you lead the masses
From your submarine palace
Through the darkness you ride
With the weight of your sins
Donarnenez’s bay haunted
Under the ocean you sink
With the glory of hatred
Eternal impenitence
A glow from the abyss
Illuminates the greenish and troubled streets
Inquisity’s souls, dancing on the cobblestones
Covered with algae
Extending their arms towards resurrection
The march is fierce, sailors are charmed
An irresisitible tune pierces your eardrums
Til your spirit drowns into the depths
Of forgetfulness
God’s transfiguration
Chameleon woman
Your eyes changing colors
According to the hue of the water
Your prey’s faces are altering
According to the flames of desire
Your rusy hair rests on your corroded breasts
Displaying a tail with large scales
On a clear and soft night
Full moon is reflecting the fishermen’s orgy
And their sirens fellatio
In aquatic copulation drowning marries orgasm
And the two paramours swirl in amoria
Through the darkness you ride
With the weight of your sins
Donarnenez’s bay haunted
Under the ocean you sink
With the glory of hatred
Eternal impenitence
4. TIGER OF THE SEVEN SEAS
In the year 1800 we sail across the indian sea
Under the first ripouxblique
We violate the Mare Clausum
Privateer to the port side
The kent shows her profile
Storm the ship, hoist the colour, one against four
Our grapples to triumph, Rivington will fall
The sea is no place for the feebles
Tiger of the seven seas
Living legend, Albion’s nightmare
Terror of the british ships
Robert Surcouf, spirit and force
Intrepid and fiery you guide your crew
By the axe and trickery you make your way
You shatter their destinies
Blasts of flames and pellets
They die in disdain
Saint-Malo’s flag floats on its prow
England must be ruined
Tiger of the seven seas
Living legend, Albion’s nightmare
Terror of the british ships
Robert Surcouf, spirit and force
Tiger of the seven seas
Living legend, Albion’s nightmare
Horror of the british ships
Robert Surcouf, spirit and force
5. BELZEBUTH’S APOCRYPHAL MARK
Tregor – A magical land
Where timeless paganism
Bred with upgrowing christianism
Across the North coasts to the earth’s end
From seeds of immemorial heathen fruits
The parish close’s churches took their roots
Here in secret is read
A litterature woven with dread
Beyond any human conception of knowledge
Scriptures read in reverse
Bound to devils pledge
« Ey Da Ya Aye »
To Samael blood in the pyre
« Za Da Ora Elé »
Agrippa, the pages afire
Liturgy of a demonolatrical rutt revealed
Underneath a cryptic symbol
From a book, infernal breasts answer a call
Ar Dif : Belzebuth’s apocryphal mark
Here’s the tale of a book
Made of flesh and blood
Its possessor might never
Free himself from its hold
Red pages with pictographic spells
Scribed in black, teaching the sciences
From Hell
Size of a man, tied up with chains
To a twisted beam
Vivacious stench of sulphur
Announces evil stream
Covered with a swarm of miasms
And polyporus germs
Sealed by Belzebuth’s hooked step
Demons impose their terms
The one to read this satanic scrawl
Walk as he is concerned to step on a soul
The one to possess this impious book
Never goes free from this malignant hook
Burnt in the gorse, thrown into the sea
Buried deep down in the grounds
It’s coming home from its own will
Carrying an infernal bill
No cross can stand upon its grave
Of the one who serves as the demon’s slave
To immolate a three year old goat
Question the devils about Hell’s host
Unclean reek, sibylline talks
Promised to the torments of infernal forks
Practitian of a worship
Appaling by its thirst of hemoglobin
« Abaddon, Asima, Appolyon, Mammona »
By the warmth of Moloch
The spirits gather around the rocks
Circle ritual to summon
The bestial entities from downward
The crooked elders called Léonard
Four horned goat
With a human face located under its tail
An abomination to the christian faith
Such a knowledge of awfulness
Would spiral wise men into madness
The most pious in ungodliness
« Eloïm, Essaïm, Frugati, Appellavi »
Reversed reading, larvae puncturing
Denus bewitch, Tuesday crescent moon
Symbolizing emerald, the goat
And shameful genitals
Obscene incubus fornicate
With sleeping women in the woods
And beget deformed abominable brood
Filthy foul bonefire
Tearing night’s dress of sapphire
Zephyr blows Satan’s wire
« Ey Da Ya Aye »
To Samael blood in the pyre
« Za Da Ora Elé »
Agrippa, the pages afire
Liturgy of a demonolatrical rutt revealed
Underneath a cryptic symbol
From a book, infernal breasts answer a call
Ar Dif : Belzebuth’s apocryphal mark
6. BRECHELIANT
[No lyrics available)
7. DANSE MACABRE
Crosses grow like wheat
Where fields of Death are fertile
Sea winds carry abyssal fragments
From unfathomable plans
Near the village of Kerguh
Two calvaries face at a crossroads
And when the night spreads its dark hue
Through a sharp cold mist, the dead one can behold
Emerald mefitic will-o’-the-wisps
Enlight this senseless saraband
Circles of Anaon gather
Ghostlys steps tread an unholy ground
Tormented spirits chant a hideous miserere
Whose sound spectrum takes the semblance
Of the most obscene nightmare
Legions of revenants are dancing
In an infernal whirling
Bones burst in distorted cadences
From rifts of the earth rise innumerable corpses
Visions of a horror so abstruse
No structured language can describe
In the pit of this macabre impetus
The Devil conducts his impious tribe
Carnival of all abominations, magnetic borders
Between the living and Hell crack
Under the baton of the humanoid
Horned beast draped in a blood red shroud
8. KRŒZ ER VOSSEN
[Les « Kalvar Plougastell-Daoulaz » ou « Kroaz ar vossen » (littéralement « Croix de la Peste ») sont des monuments érigés en Bretagne du Moyen-Âge jusqu'au XVIIIème siècle par les populations chrétiennes, en ex-voto ou en commémoration d'une épidémie de Peste. Les croix devaient conjurer le mal … Elles étaient élevées à la fin de l'épidémie pour remercier Dieu quand le danger était écarté.]
[English : Krœz Er Vossen means « Cross of the Plague »]
Across the tortuous pathway by the heathlands
Drenched with the tears
Of a mourning December sky
A peasant was driving his cart to Camors
Near the plan of Treauray a lamentable figure
Seeped in his eyes…
Hobbling, stubbling, crawling
With the help of a rotten stick
An aged hunched crone was travelling
Awful face, soulless eyes
Cheeks hollow like an open grave
In a christian charity impulse he drove her
Pestilence vides, dressed in rags…
The horse was rushing
As if the devil’s whip was hitting his rump
Old woman was sitting in the back of the cart
Hemmed a noxious aura of sickness and death
Atmosphere corrupted
With an unbearable pathogenic stench
The bell tower of Camors
Appeared through the crying clouds
« Here I stop !
I take charge of destroying this land !
When my task is accomplished
Graves will be so numerous
There won’t be any room left to bury corpses
It’s the Plague, peasant
That you brought to Camors ! »
So many cadavers, no gravedigger
Was left alive to bury them all
Megalith, Cromlech
Rocks of the castle of Konomor
Mineral substances last longer than flesh
Life is only a desperate rush to the grave
The great finale is Death
Pestilence and oblivion
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust…
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust…
Conclusion of this tale is no prayer
No bible, no crucified fool
Will carry your soul to an everlasting paradise
Where daily life is a survival
Men erect weakness in shapes of a cross
In a cage of granite and wood
All flesh is destined to rot
Krœz Er Vossen…
Krœz Er Vossen…
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