The Howling Spirit
This is the necessary interlude you strive not to see The enlightened step with no more mercy The needed revelation for the new age to be Give me one piece of your soul And you'll join our great circle Give us a little piece of a great big soul And you'll join the universal spirit As the long-awaited flood is brewing The collapse of your cocoon has begun Coz man is aching to create beyond the single need Man is aching to defy the universal law And while the rain shall hit Man is still in dire need.. In aching agony you shall Bury your rites and bury your creeds In aching agony you shall Bury your rites and bury your fears How many ears will you need till you hear Their desperate cries and feel their dreadful sighs? How many feet will you need till you cross The open sea you strive not to see? In aching agony you shall Bury your rites and bury your creeds In aching agony you shall Bury your rites and bury your fears
Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025
They tried to kill my eyes But they will get fire and burn Only the ashes of your world Shall remain for ever sterile For the dead will make sure That nothing grows again. Make me blind and I swear I will burn your world down And if I shall perish on fire I would rise as Phoenix AS THE Phoenix just flies To burn you at the stake, Endlessly Killing, Killing, Kill my eyes And as the dead shall rise To walk on your ashes They shall trample your remains And the memories I have of you Shall vanish. Make me blind and I swear I will burn you world down And if I shall perish on fire I would rise as Phoenix And as the dead shall rise To walks on your ashes My soul shall be purified from that typical folly As heaven is on my side As my faith is boundless Light shall pierce my eyes again And my tears shall clean the pain Make me blind and I swear I will burn your world down And if I shall perish on fire I would rise as Phoenix
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025
The land of no return It's quiet here No life forms And no calls get through Communication runs cold We were only concepts We were only dreams One ear to the earth One eye on heaven Will the stars grow between us Until we finally disappear? One ear to the earth One eye on heaven We are strange mirrors When we fall off the map Where are the ships on these sea-less maps? Who will cross the bone-drift Moonless night? Refracting into a thousand colours From the light to consume and divide Blinking out like a lost lighthouse Somewhere in forgotten zones Grant us oh oracle Of the grave-ward eye One glimpse throught The veiled temple of light Sulphur grief priests Drip down from the lashes Bell-metal chimes The toll of death marches The toll of death marches... The land of no return It's quiet here No life forms And no calls get through Communication runs cold Out there we are truly nameless Out there we're null and void Out in the open we are everywhere Scattered strangers waiting for something to occur For the emptiness to consume us... Will the end be ever near? I beg the truth but fear to ask my purse lips move but are incapable of speech Repeating ghost on endless tides Can only salute in gestures and smiles
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025
This track is instrumental.
Carved from crumbling walls Painted black with feathers of hope Gold leaves strangling the neck You snatch the souls from the jaws of death As the sound of your shaking breath Slowly quivers down the backbone Dark bird shadows nourished by your own People's fears solemnly rise in the distance Corpses to the jackles buried in the mud Rotting black colours of decaying limbs Corpses to the jackles lowered in the dust Rotting stench seeping into the nostrils He whose heart is heavy with sin Feeding on Corpses He whose heart is heavy with sin shall be ripped to pieces You weigh the scales for the dead In desperate search for eternity Scavengers or guardians of hope ? how (actually) pure is your heart ?
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025
He was there, on the border of his mind, on the depths of despair, Howling there is no remorse, no atonement to achieve, He was a scourge for the world and a plague for his soul. He was there, thinking back on his glory days, When his blood was fresh, when his bones were unscathed Howling there is no remorse, no atonement to achieve, He was a scourge for the world and a plague for his soul. Fingers on the head like as many barrels Brooding over and over, on the border of his life. There is no way to escape from the past Life has gone by in a remaining jumble Of disgusting deeds and memories. Yearning to be free... Il est allé dans les bas-fonds de son âme Et en fût marqué à jamais, Trainant la croix de ses méfaits S'alourdissant de la mélasse amassée Howling there is no remorse, no atonement to achieve, He was a scourge for the world and a plague for his soul. Worms eating him are like as many blasphems, as many treasons Abstaining from the Holy Retreat, as an ultimate act of rebellion !
Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025
Decaying hawks howling in the nest Surrounded by bramble stems Thorns slashing like tongues made of glass Feeling the smell of the approaching sun Will your grand feathers for ever remain? Specters rising from underneath Mirrored in the watery air Out of the burning manorhouses They spread like venereal disease Manimals caught in the nest of thorns Universal abandon, self-slaughter, In the nest of despair your domain's soul Is no longer your, and never will be. Specters rising from underneath Mirrored in the watery air Out of the burning manorhouses They spread like venereal disease Shattered dreams, blessed earnings, Scars bron from bleeding stars Rhythms of doom, Reptiles in gloom, Baptized in holy sewage, Spread like venereal disease Shattered dreams, blessed yearnings, Scars born from bleeding stars
Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025
This track is instrumental.
Hiding in the shade like wolves Tightly clenched jaws lying in wait for carnage Eyes gleaming with hatred, insanity rising And that feeling of revenge electrifying down my spine Stillborn voices saturating my ears, Disturbing is their stench, their presence How to contain this rage when willing to fight ? Burrying their bodies their minds into the mire That thing's growing and growing penetrating my brain J'ai l'essence du mal, bouillant dans les veines Laissant la bête pénétrer mon cerveau Un goût de sang imprégnant mon haleine Je deviens l'animal qui sera le fléau. Alors la lame embrasse mes flancs Que la douleur devienne rituelle ! Je me découpe, je me transperce, je sers les dents Ma haine prend tout son sens, je lacère de plus bel. Nous avons l'essence du mal, bouillant dans nos veines L'esprit de la meute nous amène à la chasse traque Une douleur rituelle, le goût du sang dans notre haleine Les crocs serrés par la rage la Meute est notre pacte. Hiding in the shade like wolves Tightly clenched jaws lying in wait for carnage And that feeling of revenge electrifying down my spine How to contain this rage when willing to fight ? Burrying their bodies their minds into the mire Prends le feu que je vois dans tes yeux À quel point ils sont mort-luisants de haine! Allume l'essence du mal, nous chasserons à deux Nous sommes les loups, la rage et nous immolons l'Éden.
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025
Recollections of dicey territories Where I dreamed myself away I was only my consciousness and nothing else And in the mind of the sun they were all dicing with death With pain they howled in the heart of the world But screaming my lungs out there was nothing to hear In the mind of the sun there was nowhere to hide and everything to fear Wrapped by emptiness trapped in loneliness Far beyond, they were all dancing on the shiny solar beam As the new age was glently looming Earth cracks, human veins Scattered roots, glued fingers Slowly growing like creeping snakes And far beyond, they were all dicing with death Feet in the dust, hands in the ash With prayers and hopes some tried to make sense Of the unfathomable mystery Releasing the raven to search for the water land They believed the future was here Sucked out in the remaining salt From Yam Suph, no longer a water of hope Wrapped by emptiness trapped in loneliness Far beyond, they were all dancing on the shiny solar beam And far beyond, they were all dicing with death Earth cracks, human veins Scattered roots, glued fingers Slowly growing like creeping snakes And far beyond, they were all dicing with death Et au coeur de ce monde au loin ils hurlèrent Un cri résonnant à travers ces sols déracinés Croyant que l'avenir était là avec leurs pères Car ce monde se devait de subsister A l'infini ils eurent dansé sur le souffle du soleil Et croyant que l'avenir était là avec leurs pères Leurs prières trahissaient à présent les peurs Celles qui se dessinaient d'heure en heure Celles du déracinement salutaire
Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025