Marduk : Rom 5:12

Brutal Black / Sweden
(2007 - Regain Records / Blooddawn Productions)
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1. THE LEVELLING DUST

High... On its hill the white house stands
Like a mosque of silence on the cliff of demise
An eastern outline against the light of the sky
With the glare of sunset on the autumn night

Behind deaths angel, the sunset-glow darken, shadow thickens under oaken leaves,
Soon the last powerstreams of summer droop,
Around the dwelling of fire on the city of the dead

And as an echo of the black death, still lingers forgotten under the song of the wind -
A messy remnant of the dark fares, that the scourge of plague us once bestowed

Behind deaths angel, the sunset-glow darken, shadow thickens under oaken leaves,
Soon the last powerstreams of summer droop,
Around the dwelling of fire on the city of the dead

And as an echo of the black death, still lingers forgotten under the song of the wind -
A messy remnant of the dark fares, that the scourge of plague us once bestowed

The plague cemetary nook of cracked stone
Close by, here slumbers in the place of centuries

The whisper from the past converges, with the temple of death of our own time


2. COLD MOUTH PRAYER

Quickened lumps of earth - a feast for fowls and greedy worms
Count your sins, the snakes within
An eyeless leap onto the bosom of decay

Cold mouth prayer, cold mouth prayer

A flash, a minute, a winters dust
A choir of fingers sings of putrefaction

Cold mouth prayer, cold mouth prayer

A smile left to rot in the sun of despair
Sceptre and crown must tumble down and in dust be equal made
Within the hollow crown keeps death his court

Cold mouth prayer, cold mouth prayer

Frail bubbles of breath and dying
A mere looting-glass for the grief you fled
The one birthright, a painted throne of woe
Count your wrongs, the lord has come!

A map of death, the burrhen of my song
Your name is but a fall for decomposition
Shackles of darkness in an urn of light
And another empty lung to the sides of the pit

Cold mouth prayer, cold mouth prayer,
Cold mouth prayer, cold mouth prayer,
Cold mouth prayer, cold mouth prayer,
Cold mouth prayer, cold mouth prayer,


3. IMAGO MORTIS

Imago mortis, ever since the appelbite, deathened!
The branches creep together, a chair with a cold back
Lux rigor mortis, lux rigor mortis, lux rigor mortis

Today king, tomorrow worms and cold in mouth
A reach for purity, through decay, through black soil excrements
None shall stand before the lord of the death-winged dart

Cold and hollow, silent, yet piercing, death fire trumpets
Fresh traces from twelve to twelve, pole to pole, infans to derrepitus
Sunbleached shadow, useless corpse, jesus loves you, useless corpse
Lux rigor mortis, lux rigor mortis, lux rigor mortis, cinis ater et ossa

Behold, one who moments agao at the height of power, received worship from kneeling crowd, now himself cast down by deaths dominion, bears mute witness to the whole worlds face: cinis ater et dessa

Sack of maggots, maggotsack, hopeless pile of hopeless bones
So thin was his holy plan.
For you? Wings of dust, handful of nothing, iron skies and streets of brass
Even the whore, she loves us all,

Imago mortis, ever since the appelbite, deathened!
The branches creep together,
A reach for purity, through decay, through black boil excrements

None shall stand before the lord of the death-winged dart
Imago mortis, wings of dust, handful of nothing, hopelless pile of hopeless bones


4. THROUGH THE BELLY OF DAMNATION

Condemnation, the air lies thick with sin and dust, hich on conciet, from the frantc worship of the carnal and the vain

And judgement came with sturdy wings, cheers of pestilence, dancing disease, through the belly of damnation

And the rythm of war, shall enchant us all, and batallions of plagues, to guard every fate

Dazzling jacinth, brimstone and flame, unboand, unleashed, unstained, unchained, this ban of destruction, these four winds of clean, through the belly of damnation to the diaphragma of man

All flesh wareth old as a barment: for the covenant from the beginning is, thou shalt die the death!

Honest like a mother's love, a spear of famine, a wingless dove, raging teeth and the fang of death, to carve out a fourth from the curse that is man

Come and see, come and repent, come and see, a brand new justice, through the belly of damnation to the above of the unmashed

Clawed with a famine divine, it leave no man behind, a race bound, to the falsehood drown

Bow and crown, western prophet of false, red storm, from the blood spilled by the eastern sword, northern famine, carried by darkness but slave to the scales, a new truth of southern pale

And the rythm of war, shall enchant us all, clawed with a famine divine, to leave no man behind, and batallions of plagues to guard every fate, but of he our own flesh that shall mark the fall


5. 1651

Then at will by the pale death with his cold hand, who with time will stroke your breasts at last;
The precious coral of your lips long past, your shoulders' snow, now warm, turned cold to sand

Your eyes' sunset lightning, the skills of your hand, to him before whom all things fail, will fall

That hair that rivale bow, its bleam will pall, with days and years as any common band

Your well-formed foot, your so enchanting ways, of not to dust, to nothing time decays, then none will bow down for your beauty's sake

This and more than this will come to be;
Not even your bones the end of time will see, since time chose of nothing it to make


6. LIMBS OF WORSHIP

Supplication, knees of glass, clothed in the fissures of the outskirts of life

Soil and shadow, shadowsoil, left here to feed upon the punishments of god

Nameless, i have no name, the book of flesh is bleeding for i have no name, the steadiness of unsteadiness, my lounge is a pillar in the temple of death

Crucifixion, cross of holes, and my hands are a thousand winters
Rust and spirit, angel-swarm, shoveling sins to build the devils bridge

Power, power, I swallowed your psalms to gain their power

A hey-shaped sword and a sword-shaped hey, mountains to water, oceans to stone
Zealous limbs of worship and my song is a tempest of ash

Brave after brave, countless millenia hopeless, manic death-addiction
Fall after fall, countless millenia, fathomless, unsoluble death-saturation

Broken eyes, funeral poison, a just reward from this barden of fevers. Decide and I'll stay here never
Dry, for the eight day is but a song to the lord

Nameless, i have no name, the book of flesh is bleeding for i have no name
The steadiness of unsteadiness, my lounge is a pillar in the temple of death


7. ACCUSER / OPPOSER

Accuser, accuser, exhaustless fountain of poison divine, i ate of death to cleanse my flesh of god, to make me thy entrance to the veins of the world

Now as we turn to seek thy face, pour down on us thy redeeming wrath - for you will ascend into heaven, and will lift thy throne above god, and you will sit also upon the mount of the congregation, in the sides of the north:
And you will ascend above the heights of the clouds:
And will be like the most high, yet where you brought down to the sides of the pit, which we now must merge with the skies

Opposer, opposer, core, marrow, and essence of my will, i renounce this flesh in the name of thy praise, to mindle the coals of salvation's spring

I drank of hell, to cleanse my soul of god, to reach the light on which thou dwellest

Adversary, adversary, glorious slenderer and everythings adversary, whose blady alone split the tounges of the world, yet shall the highest of truths mark thy crown

Now as we turn to seek thy face, pour down thy redeeming wrath


8. VANITY OF VANITIES

A shackle of frailest copper, a summers hailstone too hard to conceal, perishableness advances, vanity of vanities

Endless oceans of lifeless prayers, justice has closed mercy's door, the skelleton rose to carry out his duty, to make his arrows drink with blood

Vanity of vanities, all is vanity

A shackle of frailest copper, vanity of vanities perishableness approaching, all is vanity

Within sin dwellest death, within sin dwellest death

A shackle of frailest copper, a summers hailstone too hard to conceal, perishableness advances, vanity of vanities

A wingless mosquito, jumping, around the light of inanition, a turnthung meagre with compulsion, vanity of vanities

Vanity of canities; all is vanity. Vanity of vanities: all is vanity

Thou fair one behold these bones,
Thou learned one see these empty skulls,
Thou wealthy one consider this dust
Thou thrall see thee rest,
Thou king see thee destiny, thou thrall see thee rest


9. WOMB OF PERISHABLENESS

A woeful and miserable matter, life is and it near comes to end

Deathe angel soars around all, and over the world calls out: vanity! Perishableness! All on earth who breath bear, must fall to the ground before his blaine, and brief alone lives one, to carve upon the wide tomb: vanity! Perishableness! Vanity! Perishableness! When the same earth one embraces sees, the bones of common man and king, what tells less? What tells more? A marble stone or a mould of mould? Vanity! Perishableness!

The strong one puts no solace in his power, and the wise not in wisdom, still what is happiness and joy, wordly goods and the price of man? Vanity! Perishableness!

Behold, the one whos world is cranped, and the one who sets flesh to arm, both shall they find room in the end, by the same motherns loin bosom:
Vanity! Perishableness!
Vanity! Perishableness!
Vanity! Perishableness!
Vanity! Perishableness!


10. VOICES FROM AVIGNON

Speak through me, speak through me, the sin must be washed away with blood, dream through me, called to a new life through death

Called to a new life through death, but what shall you reach for when all colors fall?

Overwhelmed with maledictions, feel the rays of redemption of a brand new sun

Choking...
Asphyxia...
Inhale the darkness, lungs filled up,
Asphyxia...
Asphyxia...
But who shall you reach for when all colors fall?

Long-drawn means and piercing cries, blent with prayers and litanies, faces bone dry, condemned as the river everybody drank of

Inhale! Inhale!

Speak through me, the sin must be washed away with blood, dream through me, called to a new life through death

Called to a new life through death, but what shall you reach for when all colors fall?

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