Dark Millennium
Album • 1992
In a lost dark world beyond eternity Where phantasm has its origin Where the shadows hunt the light And no god enforces might Lies the sin, the painful sin. From the clouds above my eyes Drop the tears that lead the way To the entry of the hidden Wither knowledge takes my brain... Lead me to the kingdom of depths Where silence is a form of life; The day of decision recalls my thoughts And prepares my mind to die. Rising spirit baptises winds of Foreign existence, black times' cry Hills as a fragment of ancient breath and As signs for the place where the ruins may hide. In the centre of forbidden Thoughts we meet and will defy And the shadows will appear and Their eyes will stand the fear In the unknown reigns of darkened unknown lives... Lead me to the kingdom of depths Where silence is a form of life; The day of decision recalls my thoughts And prepares my mind to die. The horror lives... below the holy fatherlands.
Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025
Mother sin, you know my bent Responsible for all That colours the paths I have gone A tragedy was torn From innocence and sorrow To a region I belong Where days of trust grown Inside life Have not existed for one stand Not even Day Has come. I may obey. Path into black. Raven on my shoulder. Bow to spiritual. You who taught me conjuration In hours of hellish creed; Fragile, grey-haired picture dead Why you will pass, and I will sneer.
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025
"Welcome to the reign of the ashes Welcome to the hunt. Welcome to the master's palace, Welcome home, my son..." A secret lies forbidden I'm trapped in dismal thoughts An unknown reign is hidden Prevailed by unknown lords. Don't pray to images of other Gods, An order I was taught. Seclude my memories of the past, When legends had been told. The book of blood has prophesied The return of death on earth; The sky turns black as I realise What my religion is worth. Absorbed in hellish thoughts... Black literature. The Bible is lost... Black literature. Reinstatement, of my senses, I believe in Jesus Christ. Reawakening, of the vengeance I will devastate his might. Put the beast to the tempter Dismembered is my innocence, Damned is my belief. I see the unbelievable, I feel its dreadful heat. I damn the day when I was born, A child - Wrath in his veins; Confronted with strategic lies, That slowly filled my brain. A scriptural passage dies... Black literature. Awaiting the arise - Of God? A scenery of feelings, False freedom in my heart. No hope, no chance of healing Happiness is past. Reinstatement, of my senses, I believe in Jesus Christ. Reawakening of the vengeance I will devastate his might. Religion is a curse... Black literature. Defending my believe... Black literature.
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025
The deed is not the sin but the thought. Slide in the aesthetics of the tempting white Trapped beneath the laughter, insanity in disguise. Eyes controlling hands craving life - Reality. Infection injects injunction in the brains orientation... Herdsman, hear the call of the wolves Desultory smile of a blood-spitting mouth Heterodoxy of a wizard's creation pray to the sands. Have we fructified the frost with the pride? We have failed. We have played with the totem of gods. Have we scented? I wonder why I Wonder Still my "guilty" Lets me know I am left. Left to leave. Give me disease; paranoia lives within my soul. Grotesque gentility; from the depths of isolation... ...Comes the speech of the tunnel's exit - Devilish. Honesty; my only wish. Masses of pus overcome my mind and... grin. They grin. Discerning the fascination of a wound. They grin. Formed from the mornings and the sin. Hiding in the shadows of the sun. ...And grin. Sheets of ice cover the nature And the fires freeze to dust. Antarctic dreams, hieroglyphics Scrawled into the sky. No wrath Within my heart I know my fault I won't survive the loss And the paroxysm leads me into The Sunburnt thoughts of frost...
Is that what I seem to see a conceit, An insight in occurrences to ascertain the sun Father knowledge, lead my way... The beauty of the constitution Begets a craving for the search The doctrine is bewitched By the whispering of... god? "Follow your spirit to infinity." Release my lungs from breath Banish the holy vow I made Robbed vitality Vaporous nature, scowling eyes... Mortem peragrare On and on, into voodoo-cult. Living through the new born pain Of time and history Dimensions burn their hateful signs On my defenceless skin. The voice I obeyed unsuspecting Belongs to death himself Woeful cries, shrouded in secrecy. I will feel the frost again, There's no end but endless pain; Darkness, show me your disguise Omnipresent sin. Father, honour's lost its worth Being is a lie; Segment of unconscious fear Father... widespread black you'll find As you pulse, again and again In the different hells In the myriads Of your mind Pulse... Bury my soul in the ash of the candles you light.
Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025
Burning's the horizon of your mind drifting down When the other side's marked its path. See what the unknown's concealed for your fate When the oracle lays down his masked. Flying through the dragon's eye To hear the secret speak; Red clouds fill the crumbling sky Forgotten times you seek. Where has it gone, He key to unknown lands. In circles you roam, Hold your fortune in your hands... Never-ending maze, Filled with pleasure, filled with pain Take the chalice served for you, Let you senses drain. Approach to his domain, A new life's to be born; Far from human sanity, Far from heavens door. Keep the torches lit The fire that makes you be... Bright light, darkened night Reign of immortality. Reflections of the past, No truth will ever last Choirs of doom. Dance with the dead Through rivers of red Will all end soon? Nothing now remains Of the key to unknown lands, Marching through the void, Feel the menace with your hands; Lords of thunder Down crushing flash... The oracle is silent And your torches turn to ash. Stare into the dragon's eye Far away from time; A part of the eternal mind ...Until the bell will chime.
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025
Among the Celts lived a priesthood in ancient times When the Romans practised justice with despite. The people asked its riddling members for their advice And for their imagination of life. Enter the depths of history And follow the traces of the druids; Listen to the speech of mystery And let the wind tell the truth. Secrecy prepared their way into the promised land Spiritual meetings were denied. Conspiracy of sacred Christ's concluded soon their end Dismemberment of others deify... Wizardry and mystic rites Assemble on this ground Forgotten magics come to life Forbidden fear is found. The message of the druids Is the sign for us to see: Eternity has formed a life That rests in our belief. Mythology sealed the fate of these former priests Reality taught us to forget. But, tell me why wants my thoughts me to search for more Why is my mind filled with regret? Secluded life - Where do you rest, I pray for your arise. Dismal oath, descant your death And ban the pagan rites... Deviltry can't stop my way into the promised land Historical places I will reach. Witchery won't break my aim to end this ignorance Eternal tribute I receive. Wizardry and mystic rites Assemble on this ground Forgotten magics come to life Forbidden fear is found. The message of the druids Is the sign for us to see: Eternity has formed a life That rests in our belief. Fragment... Deep in the past you vouch for the truth. Possession... Praising the words of the unbroken spell. Deny... Submitting the doubt that grows out of the visions. Curse God... Deceive the apostles' yell. Hear the speech of mystery, Burning down to history. Obey, Prepare for their return Don't break the oath. Not a lie, Not a sin It's the birth of origin Destiny will rape the pride Testify your pride. Testify your pride.
Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025
Raise your breath, crypts of Medina. Towards the realm of ritual Leaded by the grief The faith in spiritualism Possesses your belief. The master won't remit your sins The judgement has arrived The atmosphere will bear the fate The seven mists will rise. Consecrate the gates to the magicians' hall Raise the silence, lead the barons to their seat; Fallacious thoughts die away, Pernicious doubt begets decay When the omen prays to heaven for relief. Hear the prophet's call: "Woe to the valley of the seventh mystique." (The curse of Medina:) A new sin will be born Upon a life's relic Redeemers will be torn For the reign of this mystique. The guardians to the spell Protect the ritual The barons of the dark Confess. Let the rubin touch the spirit, Take the fragment to the king. Awake the valley of the witches The curse will form the seventh sin.
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025
This track is instrumental.
Follow the raven to the edge of belief Leave the thoughts of paradise in the seclusion of the mind. Past and life so far behind The walls that pass our way to mystery. Tear the air with a look. Don't deny the signs, see his eyes, Feel the to dream - Hooked The atmosphere is meant to last forever. Destination lies... unknown. Nailed within the labyrinth of harmony's disgust, Never heard, never seen, never found. Welcome to the funeral pile, take my soul Lay to rest a reborn time. Have you seen those who failed and returned to devastate Our thoughts of a forbidden paradise... The birth of a child wakes impulses in my blind pale emotions, and the labyrinth We hide is knocking at the gate, Messiah and the fate See the changes - The fear - The Pentagram on my skin. Unbind the fog. Man is guilty, pain is done. Escaping from destiny In the twilight of the sky. The dragon received What is mine by right. Tear the air with a look. Don't deny the signs, see his eyes, Feel the hope to dream - Hooked The atmosphere is sentenced to deliver. Bitterness will fall and hope will rise. Born within the fire of a dying reign of dust In his heart, in his soul, in his eyes...
Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025
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