Capilla Ardiente
Album • 2019
This way is fate Seagulls mourning under crimson skies Orphan stars cry for the night Pallid widow, queen mother moon The astral funeral of the sun The view from my lighthouse The announcement of the night rite Light the fires for true seekers Of this island that that is i Cutting waves I saw the fleet The tide has brought Banners to the wind With open arms My grateful soul receives the arrival Of knowledge unknown Open arms For the bringers of new wisdom From shores i don't know Running faster across the hills To the coast they'll run aground When a wispher from the hidden caves Crossed the forest to my ears Be careful young spirit The longing can mislead your way Illusive projections You can't mistake for the truth With open arms My grateful soul receives the arrival Of knowledge unknown Open arms For these bringers of new wisdom From shores i don't know Shores i don't know Iron feet are stepping the sands Iron weapons are lighting the sands Iron symbols keep stabbing the sands Iron minds possesing the sands Open arms realising the picture Foreign sailors, they spit on my reason Iron eyes keep watch of the sands Iron fingers, they point from the sands Greeting at me, arrows of poisonous dogma Language of spears piercing the self Bleeding the trust A forced retreat to the center To find the strength for what's to come Be careful young spirit The longing can mislead your way Illusive projections You can't mistake for the truth With open wouds My broken soul escapes the arrival Of knowledge Open wounds From these bringers of new wisdom From shores i don't know Open wounds it's all that's left The cursed arrival The knowledge from above Open arms embrace the fight Psychic warfare The future to endure.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025
I saw the season changing, wounds turned into scars Healing in the inner soil and hidding from their sight Interiora terrea place and of mind Sanctuary of reflection that the conquerors wont find Be prepared Through many summers i have shapped the heavy stones And through countless winters build these blood red walls Conciousness the only tool for my sacrifice A crimson fortress to stand Untamed, unhallowed being Wrought by the powerful hands of time and pain Inside the rounded stronghold ready to attack Waiting for the misconceptions prejudice and lies Building a new weapon, lighting a new fire My thumos boiling inside ! And i'm prepared ! Untamed, unhallowed being Wrought by the powerful hands of time and pain To the center they go Slaver march to the core No, there's no way to avoid The siege is here ! As they kneel to gods and crowns With weapons steady in hand Tonight i understand Who is the slave Hailing hidden chains Through chants of freedom Praising, the holy law Messeanic terror Weakness desguised as strength Need to belonging Warriors with sharpen tongues But empty helmets Trying to dominate My opus magnum
Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025
Suddenly, the revelation Arcane voices in my mind Calling me: Come to the shadow to win ! Take the tunnel now That, below the fortress Meet us there At the hidden caves We will be awaiting with a gift Fast i crossed the secret passage To the guts of sea and stone Where the court of ancient evil spoke at me they said: They can't fight what they can't see: Cloak the walls Write your secret spell Transmutate your language New words to be spelled will flow They hide reality Rage, lust and guilt shared their ways to not be seen I asked these caring demons here: You now tell me why ! Don't you understand our reasons, young spirit ! We must help ! In these caves we dwell Black halls of this island that is you ! They can't fight what they can't see: Cloak the walls Write your secret spell Transmutate your language New words to be spelled will flow They hide reality Chant your secret spell Obsolete their language New words to be spelled will flow To shape reality Write your secret spell Transmutate your language New words to be spelled will flow They hide reality Chant your secret spell Obsolete their language New words to be spelled will flow To shape reality.
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025
For my creates enemies a land to control Just a new soul to be tamed, a heart to be bought With promises of gold, they choose the wrong side In this pointless war to change what they can not fight The crows of deceptions are singing Now the final day arrived fear at the doors Silent morning of distress the price for their sins Fading memories of thrones, temples of life Weeping castways of fate, enduring the land There is no place to hide Abbandon your hopes Return to the sea ! This island is mine ! Stay and face my wrath This islands is i ! The flames of my self The blade of my shine From the piramids above, alphas will fall To the realm of dark bellow conflict and shame Lurid madness growing strong inside their camps As the banners fade and rip, mind starts to rust There is no place to hide Abbandon your hopes Return to the sea ! This island is mine ! Stay and face my wrath This island is i ! The frame of my self The blade of my shine Cowards weeped and left never seen again Valiants stay to fight all of them will die Antimony yells, freezing fighting bones Raining alkahest, melting shields and swords The greatest pyre for the deceased on the battle my athanor The fumes of ascending nigredo reaching the sky skulls nesting flames for the first time The fires understand The fire rise again The fires of the end
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025
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