1. BEYOND THE ATLANTEAN GATE

The stars are aligned in the perfect shape,
The twelve arms, each of them pointing to one
Of the ethereal star temples,
The Belt of Orion cries with the silver stream of light.

Alnitak - A liturgy of blasphemy and malice
Alnilam - The pearly necklace of innocent souls
Mintaka - That, what keeps the eternal hunger at bay

Secrets lost in time - And the hunter will lead us there!
Forward through the Atlantean gate!
Forward, follow the winged mother with
a stare of hundred eyes!

The vast ocean I cross with my mind's eye

What is your name, child?
It speaks to you with all northern tongues, guardian,
for the elders of Thule have sent me!

He visage blinds me, for she radiates
from the core of her heart,
The subhuman races die on this door,
I look at her face with my bright eyes,
She touches my lips and in that moment I am certain
Of the signs in the dreams, and the right side of history.

That realm that holds the secrets
Of the ascension to godhood
Is the birthright of my race
It has been lost under the eclipse of the black sun
And the time has come for it to rise again.

With a key forged in the crucible of souls
A monumental gate made by the titans has been unlocked
The lantern, with four outstretched hooked
Arms is burning bright
Now the chains one by one are dissolving

Enslaved no more with a clear purpose
All that has been hidden by the enemy is being revealed again
I follow the steps down only to see the vaults
Filled with riches
The marble palaces and the high gardens.

The children of the stars were buried once there
And the art of exquisite perfection among them
Ten kings ruling in place, each holding a sceptre of stars
Man and beast paying homage and tribute to the gods

The age of rebirth is here again, the last child
Of the ancients arrived.

The white guardian approaches her arms
Outstretched towards me
Twelve stars are shining in her hair
Her left hand adorned with the cold flame of the frost
In her right palm a chalice of silver and gold.

- Be welcomed, scion, to the ten thrones of the north!


2. THE LAST WHISPER

Drifting in the mist of interplanetary sea

Raised from the deep slumber by the glimpse of ethereal light
As the dawn embraces my face
Beyond a vast abyss, at the shores of the astral sea
The dimming fire has given the last shred of its heat

The calm pulse of the azure waves
In rhythm with the underground veins
Prepares us for another trek into the unknown
Where no man has yet ventured
To the last whisper of starlight glory.


3. OUR LADY OF OBLIVION

The grey dim light of the early dawn dances
Around the chamber
The liquid surfaces on the floor reflecting the sun
In mirror I gaze, awaiting the familiar visage
The unknown malice, and anger looks back at me

Last night I have dreamt of the tower again
I have stood on its top, and watch the clouds
Rolling up the hills
The tidal wave of darkness swallowing the city below
The air smelt of decay and tears

I heard her voice again, singing to me in my dream
The queen of the night, my sweetest lady of the eclipse
Her heralds are ever present at the base of the tower
Can you hear the teeth gnashing? The gurgling
Sound of gluttony?

Each night I wake later and later
The sheets covered in sweat
And her song rings in my hears into the high noon
How I long to feel her cold embrace
Again, during those hours
But only the empty glares of people are my companions.

This day the omens were clear, I could not
Sleep the night before
My fever is rising and it is still dark outside, is it noon yet?
Through the window I see faces of people, empty inside
The seal of the lady apparent on their foreheads
As a pool of darkness.

I have seen a man tearing out holes from his own flesh
The seal alight with a black glare
There is a woman eating her child, her eyes open wide
Her seal burning with a black light
A child is choking her sister, bloodied
Fingers ripping her throat
Lady's mark on her forehead ablaze
All will fall, there will be difference between
A man and a beast.

I cannot sleep now, I hear her voice in every cry of pain
The cacophony of screams outside is deafening
I look into the mirror again, am I still myself?
The seal is shining on my head, the cold liquid
Seeps into my mouth.

Hours pass, what is true and what is false?
Oblivion is all we have.

The sun has risen again, black!
At this moment the world died.
Empty, soulless husks dance all around me
Her song is in the air, a rapture of decay everywhere
I clearly see her face, now, through bleeding eyes
The beauty immortal, the face of god,
Our lady of oblivion has come to me!


4. THE POLAR FEAST

Upon reaching the cold crypts of torment
A visage of countless dead appeared
Waiting they are, for a leading voice
That will unlock their imprisoned hearts.

The vast halls of gothic pillars
Reach out for the ice grey sky
Can you hear it?
Is it the mournful cry of the entombed
Or are those the whispers of the wind?


5. THE BLACK SUN SHINES

The darkness approaches
On the wings of steel we fly towards it, with a purpose
Our souls are one with the heart of our craft
As it is cradling us. We hear its whispers in our dreams.

Each and every one of us was born for that purpose alone
To go blindly on an infinite quest of knowledge
Guided by the ancestral visions of greatness and conquest
In the songs of the ancients we grow.

The weak shall be purged by their inner demons
The fragile minds crushed to bloody dust
For the realms of nightmares prey on those
Whose consciousness and morals are impure.

The gates of the dream realms are opened
We rush toward a dim, flickering light
In the far distance a portal can be seen
The delicate shape made of marble bone.

The craft of the forefathers that has
Sheltered us for so long
Is rushing towards the final destination of our quest
As we pierce the veil of the doorway our guide awakens
His third eye shines now, guiding the ark to the other side.

Upon arrival we see the place where hopes of millions
Are lost
In the impossibly vast field of decay and entropy
Millions of empty husks of the leviathan that came
Here before us
They float, the hearts, once strong, now so still,
The spirits cold.

The center of the system is close now as we cross
The depths of space
Leaving behind the cemetery of those that failed
In their quest
At last the vision appears of what has been waiting
For us all along
The black star shines in the center so clearly
Drawing us in.

The dark sun, the primal force of entropy and unlife
The central focus and the axis of the universe
Is within our reach now
The black light shines upon our craft, as we start the ritual
The blood flows freely, the energy is given and swallowed.

The icons of destruction, the symbols of dissolution
Are raised up high
The eyes weep crimson, the mouths chant
In the forbidden tongue
Hail to thee, the harbringer of the end!
Oh, black sun, rise in your dreaded glory!


6. THE ETERNAL FAREWELL

Starlight glow radiates the piercing cold
On the way to the larger cluster of galaxies
Pushed into an ancient fallout
Between home and the unknown

Tears of silver cover the eyes
Sunk by the sight of infinity
Reflections on a blind heart, thirsty for the night
Out of the reach of human reason.

The white and scarlet feast of the dead gods.