Rehearsals MMXIII-MMXIV
Draining the arteries of time All staring, like a shocked soul, towards the dead of the night and what lies beyond ; without the idea of looking deeper, of looking further than the moon and that star-shaped head ... Of haze, the spectres of aurora were made, decent blessings of dawn ... Pouring sunlight unto the glory that draped my face through the day ! The birth of new horizons lulled me to sleep and led me to this curtain of clouds where the faceless chaos reigns. Through the framework, a mere thought came to our sight of timeless gloat laughing the stupidity of hope away ! Dark days await ... Dark, like these book pages, where the signs are carved for THEM ! I utter words of comfort, to hear my lament. Woe ! My fragile mind, now lost, deformed by ill patience ... Woe ! The poisoning of aeons! May ignorance take my fears to seal the last hours of the night with mangled sleep of humus and the grey tears wept by the clouds. Draining the arteries of time ... Those timeless will again awaken … « That is not dead which can eternal lie... And with strange æons even death may die. ... »
Submitted by Morgoth — Jun 21, 2026
Spectres Of The Inner Seals Odd grievously spectres omniscients to all of the larvae, the carriers of confusion ... Within the growth of destiny, lying in wait is the shroud of the ancient, the forsaken ... A curtain that hides ... thousands of astral fingers reigning, writhing, dancing my tormented subconsciousness. The dust of a thousand stars, baptises the wrinkled embodiment of the earth, as if it was a last revelation to my eyes. A gloomy gem of knowledge that feeds the centre of my dreams with the decay of its roots underneath: the panorama that overwhelmed my thoughts with the hallucination of soul-stirring madness. When we dress these ghouls from within into a veil that covers the signs on our face marked by conscience and sin! Five tentacles of impulse, strange reminders, on each of our hands ... holding the power of comfort … Narcosis … Sleep … Behold! The shapes of a forbidden citadel.
Submitted by Morgoth — Jun 21, 2026
No lyrics have been submitted for this track yet.
Draining the arteries of time All staring, like a shocked soul, towards the dead of the night and what lies beyond ; without the idea of looking deeper, of looking further than the moon and that star-shaped head ... Of haze, the spectres of aurora were made, decent blessings of dawn ... Pouring sunlight unto the glory that draped my face through the day ! The birth of new horizons lulled me to sleep and led me to this curtain of clouds where the faceless chaos reigns. Through the framework, a mere thought came to our sight of timeless gloat laughing the stupidity of hope away ! Dark days await ... Dark, like these book pages, where the signs are carved for THEM ! I utter words of comfort, to hear my lament. Woe ! My fragile mind, now lost, deformed by ill patience ... Woe ! The poisoning of aeons! May ignorance take my fears to seal the last hours of the night with mangled sleep of humus and the grey tears wept by the clouds. Draining the arteries of time ... Those timeless will again awaken … « That is not dead which can eternal lie... And with strange æons even death may die. ... »
Submitted by Morgoth — Jun 21, 2026
Spectres Of The Inner Seals Odd grievously spectres omniscients to all of the larvae, the carriers of confusion ... Within the growth of destiny, lying in wait is the shroud of the ancient, the forsaken ... A curtain that hides ... thousands of astral fingers reigning, writhing, dancing my tormented subconsciousness. The dust of a thousand stars, baptises the wrinkled embodiment of the earth, as if it was a last revelation to my eyes. A gloomy gem of knowledge that feeds the centre of my dreams with the decay of its roots underneath: the panorama that overwhelmed my thoughts with the hallucination of soul-stirring madness. When we dress these ghouls from within into a veil that covers the signs on our face marked by conscience and sin! Five tentacles of impulse, strange reminders, on each of our hands ... holding the power of comfort … Narcosis … Sleep … Behold! The shapes of a forbidden citadel.
Submitted by Morgoth — Jun 21, 2026
No lyrics have been submitted for this track yet.
Spectres Of The Inner Seals Odd grievously spectres omniscients to all of the larvae, the carriers of confusion ... Within the growth of destiny, lying in wait is the shroud of the ancient, the forsaken ... A curtain that hides ... thousands of astral fingers reigning, writhing, dancing my tormented subconsciousness. The dust of a thousand stars, baptises the wrinkled embodiment of the earth, as if it was a last revelation to my eyes. A gloomy gem of knowledge that feeds the centre of my dreams with the decay of its roots underneath: the panorama that overwhelmed my thoughts with the hallucination of soul-stirring madness. When we dress these ghouls from within into a veil that covers the signs on our face marked by conscience and sin! Five tentacles of impulse, strange reminders, on each of our hands ... holding the power of comfort … Narcosis … Sleep … Behold! The shapes of a forbidden citadel.
Submitted by Morgoth — Jun 21, 2026
No lyrics have been submitted for this track yet.