1. |
Der Ausweg
04:57
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Under the moon I sleep
My torment ; my future
A wolf among plebeians
Among a flock I creep
What I become in darkness I manifest in light
An outcast astray from their path
The end of humanity is my treacherous desire
I long for the end
Baptism in fire!
A sick heart…
A heart so vile!
A sick heart and vile
A place where I retreat
Days are like the wind... and my exile within reach
Under the moon I am still
To witness such decay god must be dead
Whispers in my ear... the wind brings a creed...
I am a forest and a night of dark trees
He who is not afraid, he will be free
Man is a rope across an abyss
Man is a bridge, cross and you’ll see who the enemy is
Heretic and traitor, always alone
From ashes reborn
No shepard nor herd
No pitiful lives
No meaningless urges
No sense to define
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2. |
Nihil
05:31
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Denial of the light
To gaze into the nocturnal mirror
To face the internal emperor no longer vernal
Refusal to face the fading glare of my worn out stare
Denial of the truth
Rejection of the falsehood
Embracing nihility
I have wasted thoughts and wisdom
I have tasted death's own kingdom
I still hear the winter's silence echoing within it's chambers
And I recall the corruption of my heart
Eating its way like a worm in the dirt
Before the mirror I rejoice in a brief moment of clarity, veiled in the dark...
With a firm grip on the frame I stare into my own fading glare
A slight stir, a small movement from what dwells within
In the depths something is growing… darkening...
I have wasted thoughts and wisdom
Staring into the black surface of the mirror
Searching for something glimmering
I have wasted thoughts and wisdom
I have tasted death's own kingdom
I still hear the winter's silence echoing within it's chambers
I have turned towards my inner being and embraced the blackness
I behold my shell, sprinkling like sand through the fingers of Nihil
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It speaks to me
Words scattered like dead leaves
Weightless feathers carried by ephemeral days
Should I like a wolf
change my cloth
or come forth the same
bringing my offering...
I whisper to myself
Should I delude my kin or betray my spirit?
Oh, how I wish I did not know anything
A heinous act
if there ever was one
The trouble of being born sharpens my tool
If it mutilates me, what use would it have
to drink from the goblet of a life that is not sincere...
Still I dread the future and I tremble not knowing
if I could end this existence
for it would be too late
You pay upfront for whoring
How will you repay your maid...
A mother soaked in red
cleaning her son’s dread
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He cherishes his poverty
for he knows his spirit is rich
Burdened by years
With the anchor’s rope in a tight grip
The will doesn’t know the defeat
The sea breeze…
Rivers flowing through the cracks of his skin
A siren’s song… a lure bitten... the hook runs deep
All the things that could have been
All his dreams that should have been
Now drifting away
Gone from his mind but still in his heart
At sea the memories are currency
exchanging the past for the sun’s touch of the previous day
At night the forgotten is evoked
It emerges from the deep sea fog like a terrible ship
The nightmare’s sweat is cold
but the eyes are thankful when they meet the shelter of the hut
For many nights they have only met the sky
with the moon as the only witness
An old man sailing and the sea breeze... a siren’s song for his wounds ease
The lure is bitten and the hook runs deep
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5. |
Der Kampf des Seins
03:54
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On the streets corpses decay
the living rotting away
Shivers of madness swaying the trees
The dead hang in peace
A shadow approaches but flees
No finery around, just decadence crawling through the leaves
The man is hungry while I’m full
The whore is raped as someone prays for the golden gate
The fall is violet and we are all doomed
Outside the dawn cracks but it feels like dusk
All embraces are cold and our hearts voided
And in the dark there’ll be another funeral
For the days are upon us
Like broken glass thrown by the violent drunks
we’ll be trampled into the mud
No solace...
No solace to be found in the city’s cold embrace
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6. |
Lieber Tod
02:11
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7. |
Blut und Gift
04:23
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A piercing howl:
“Begone! Oh, thou foul destroyer”
It echoes as an otherworldly reminder of our mortality
The howl of a body, tormented by parasites
The howl of a body, plagued by vermin
A craving of righteousness, to rid oneself of burden
I behold, not the wither of winter, but the wither of human waste
A symbol of my perfidy
As punishment for my treason
I am entangled, wounded
Shackled by the thorns that rip...
Entangled, wounded
Held in a tightening grip…
Craving for reprisal the tormented tears my skin
Entangled and wounded
Hear my blood drip!
Behold the branches that whip…
Behold the claws of Tellus
“Begone! Oh, thou foul destroyer
Repent under the tormenting rain”
In vain, I sought atonement
Earth will never bemoan the death of me
Begone! Oh, thou foul destroyer...
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Vollmond Ritual
03:30
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Recess and rebirth
The corruption of hearts
To reap the flesh of the earth
We bask in the reflections
Shadowed, fooled by our superiors
Refusing to look towards the sun
Hiding the glare in our eyes
Refusing my bread
and all days I contemplate upon the lands
Sterile are the seeds
Sown in vain
I wander like the wolf
But no hands are there to feed me
No hands to bite
The wind mourns as I shelter my eyes
The hunger grows still but soon I will feast
When darkness falls the glow so mesmerising
I adulate the spell
I answer the call
He who sat in the dark through night’s sorrowful hours
He who wept in fear he will know my power
Recess and rebirth
On earth all errors are paid again
Blood moon ritual
My journey begins
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9. |
In Einsamkeit
02:41
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10. |
Ein Grab für mein Leben
05:03
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Far beyond the withered fields
Beyond desolate lands
Past the crooked birches
Past the great willow, burdened by wither
There you will find my burial site...
My heart… a can of worms
Buried, decayed and ruptured with rust
Like leaves I’m pulled into the soil
My heart is a can of worms…
My heart is a can of worms
and I rot, I rot away into the veins of Earth
Recycled… the blood of my being
Dissolved... the guilt of my existence
as I lie in the grave for my life
Here I sleep, with fog as my only blanket
Here I sleep, with a stone as pillow
Here I sleep, alone in the soil
Here I sleep… my heart filled with worms...
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11. |
Winterwälder
05:13
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12. |
Weinende Welt
03:32
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Streaming rivers
The purest tears
Blackened at the surface
Encased in rotten leaves lies our weeping world
Poisoned as spectral waters seep through her skin
The spillage of our mothers blood - seeking its spring
Beneath a blanket of rotten leaves
Veins wither
Roots clogged by the thick black cancer
that is human greed
A plagued matriarch scorned by her children
Slowly consumed by worms…
Oh, decaying mother!
Earth will never bemoan the death of us
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