1. Salig Er Den Som Lir

Salig skal han vere han som lir...
Som ei er kledt i det bleike Ijos av dag
Salig skal han vere han som tyrster
i hug etter visdom
Med mektig song skal me hylle hass minne...

Taarer fraa Den Skuldlause dei fall ned paa
den kolde og nakne jord
Og der saman med dei er han dømd til aa vandre
Lik eit vitnesbyrd om Deira skam...

Eg let mitt andlet vaskast av mine bitre taarer
for dei var eg ikkje meir enn ei byrd
inntil slutten (som eg no staar kledt i)

Me er odden paa hass sverd
som stikk saa djupt i kjot
Me er styrken i hass slag som knuser veike skallar

Me er smerten Dei kan kjenne
medan Dei fell inn i det djupe og kolde
Kan du sjaa sorgen i auga vaara?
No!...Doy i skuggen av di onde daad...

Salig skal han vere han som lir...
Som ei er kledt i det bleike Ijos av dag
Salig skal han vere han som tyrster
i hug etter visdom...
Salig er den som lir...

2. Prophecies Of The Dying – Kundalini (Serpent Power)

Hide from the curious,
Hide from the coward
Your safety's in secrecy
And found means dead
Born in Babylon
By the bloody veins of fate...

The great seer saw the arms talk
The blades darkened by blood
He saw from the temples top
The fall of the towers
He cried when the young man fell on his knees
Hand on his wound...

He climbed the stairs of the temple
And heard the sound of copper bells
Echoing through the endless halls
He saw the black flowers bloom
And felt the rising of shadows
Deep within his own mind...

A day of wind and rain
An infinity of endless space
Cosmic strobes forming patterns
Only he could see
Drowned in tideless pools
No haven for his mind
He sailed the depths of apathy alone...

"Can't you hear it
Hear the serpent wail
Come with me
I'll leave with the tide
My path leads to darkness
I hope we'll meet on the way..."

3. Prophecies Of The Dying – Part II

Here all alone I sow the seeds of sadness
for only me to reap
For the ache I fell in my heart is far too strong
for any man to bear.
Moonlight drank the tears of my grieving sorrow
and for those who cursed me on my path beyond sanity
They all became my shadow...
For I entered their hearts like the serpent entered paradise..
The smell of flowers dead witnessing the birth of my death
My body covered by black flies tearing my soul apart...

Cursed by harsh words spitting from a cleft tongue
Hurts like mad dogs tearing at my flesh.
Bleeding memories so painful to remember that I cannot rest
Flowing like a dark river of sin...

O'how I try to be among them all
But I'm so afraid
For I have seen what their eyes cannot see...

Innocence ripped away at the proclaim of its birth
All human dignity has been torn away
– Their stinking breath
and their need of playing the role performing (their) lifeless
acts in honour of their worthless god...
I am waiting for the day
when the sun will burn our selfish dreams to ashes grey
Only then will we see what we all have become...

Passionate dreams...
Driven by despair – Do I live in death?
Your feeble cries echo like sweet music in my ears
A tragic symphony where I find pleasure...

I will cleanse your soul with my blood so that all loveless
beauty may wither
With me...

What is this touch of a nocturnal sphere I feel caressing me?
I wear your hidden shadow wherever I may wander...

I bear the mask of the face of death
A dark reflection of what is surrounding us
But still they spit me in the face
and curse the ground on which I walk,
pouring salt into my wounds –A plague never ending
I turn and walk away
with bitter tears in my eyes...

Now this mighty beast has awakened.
Troubled waters, once of purest innocence, to wash over the land.
Rivers of madness – boiling with blood
– Hatred and poison to nourish the ground.
None shall survive, in floods of sin we drown...
Then, with the pride we throw away their masks of beauty
The painful writings in the skin so pale
telling us they suffer the same wounds as we do...
This love never dies

4. A Divine Tragedy

What is this tragic and severe symphony that I hear, called love?
So macabre in lust and yet so sweet and delightful in its taste
It leaves my poor heart as a bleak shadow overwhelmed by the cursed darkness.
In mourn imprisoned forever strangled by own hands. I beg thee;
Please blow my candle – The source of my mortal life.
And bless me with the gift so that I may end all this with me...

Now I witness decay for I am the one who withers...
My bleeding wounds are rotting with a stench o'so disgraceful
Teeth and claws are sunken deep into my flesh
Nails are thrusted inot (my) palms and feet...

Am I to carry the burden of those who betrayed me and my feelings?...
before their sickening eyes and in front of mine...

Cursed by thee, fool, who claims to false words,
for liar follows liar, both in act and in tounge.
Indifference of existence – this pattern thou hast created
it sparkles in its weakness...

Already immortal without even having had to live
Existing to bee seen, yes; but only as the creator decides...

We die in a circle of despite
An endless roundabout around our worthless aspects
Only awaiting extinction...

A gray teared face awaits the cold lips of death
Which at last shall draw my final breath...

5. Enchanted By The Serpent Spell

Enchanted by the serpent spell that is casting murky spectres
To glide slowly across the shimmering crystal lake
Once created of a young man's sorrow
The sadness in his tears...

Scorned is the heart of a man who murders with passion to
satisfy his lust macabre.
He devours the pure untouched flesh of innocence
While wetting the ground with his scarlet tears
A living monument of his bloody art...

An artist of deadly creations
extinction of Man has yet to come,
so passive and proud to hear the screams of everlasting torment.
Emotions cold and dead as stone
He is licking the burning scars he has created
as if they were his masterpiece
He sips to the blood as if it was wine of finest age...

The sense of ungodly presence grows stronger for each night
that lays its cold veil upon his mind
A visual spectre of Man's creation...

Caressed now is my lifeless face
so that I may cut the strings of life forever.
Embrace the beauty of my sorrow
with this weeping hands of your.
The strength of your anger
makes distant memories come clawing back
A face of horror identical to mine...

A tortured individual poisoned by its surroundings
Ridden by guilt for acts I have not even committed.
The moaning masses will hunt me forever till' the day I die...
Now I feel it's closing in...

6. Thy Passionate Despair

And I wonder
Through bleeding eyes I stare and behold
Paralysed of those that carry the burden
of Her on their tired backs...
(As I weep...)

Broken and wounded by the love they held so high
When their realms were still proud and mighty

Banners held high against a blackened sky
In blasphemy they dance in front of my eyes
No love will ever dwell within the torn shape that is me...

Hark!
A pitiful beggar before thee I stand
My sorrow I can no longer – hide within my eyes
Deep and dark are the ways to my scorned heart
But unchain me, and I will be yours forevermore...

Let me dream
Breed on my misery
Art thou the answer to my depressions
and my sense of growing misantropy?

Let me bathe in the crystal lakes of your tears
for they shine O'so beautiful...
Yet still gleaming of sorrow they are...
O'how I long for these realms where I (once again)
can be equal among kings...

My body once gifted with such tender and beautiful youth
Now painted with the grim colours of death
"Waste-Dweller – Why do you spin your spell?"

Open me...
Kiss me...
And drink from my scars
Embrace me eternally...