1. Prelusion

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2. Rex

Hail to the warrior king!
Vain and tragic
The victim of nefarious
Highland magic

Having stirred the mountain god
From ancient slumber
Upon you strikes the blizzard beast
With hate and thunder

His vengeance seals your destiny
With wounds so dire
Inflicted by a sulphur breath
Of friendly fire

Your deathmarch be remembered long
By enemies and heirs
Dead but dreaming endlessly
Slave to freezing nightmares

Hail Hiisi!
Hail defeat!
Hail Fenrir!
Hail vanquishment!

We crown your brow with henbane wreaths
For Hel and Hekate
And let the waves bequeath you to
The subterranean sea

3. Inspiritus

Of a night so torn with cries,
Honest men sleeping
Start awake with glaring eyes,
Bone chilled, flesh creeping

Inspiritus!
Bone chilled, flesh creeping
Inspiritus!
From breasts long rotten

Of spirits in the web-hung room
Up above the stable,
Groans, knocking in the gloom
The dancing table

Of demons in the dry well
The cheep and mutter,
Clanging of an unseen bell,
Blood, choking the gutter

Of lust, frightful, past belief,
Lurking unforgotten,
Unrestrainable, endless grief
From breasts long rotten

4. Wiru-Akka

Far above the timberline
In the barren polar night
Burns the holy beaivi sign
With a sympathetic light

Seven furies trumpeting
Sami francy conjuring
Sulphur fuming summoning
Salve! Salve!

Emerging from the woods below
Where death and threats are rife
A silhouette against the snow
With antlers, wings and knife

A bright reflection in the ice:
Her wreath of the altar log
Whispering demagogue
Salve! Salve, Regina!

Ad te clammaus, ad te suspiramus
Gementes et flentes in hac lacrimarum valle

Entrance to the vaults of Hades
Enchanting, secret, villainous
Essence of the wilderness
Salve, Wiru-Akka!

Above the ground it will unfold
And shine upon our tears
Spewing forth a ray of gold
Out of immortal spheres

5. Pandemoni

Solstice twilight paints the trees
In a psychedelic gloom
An unseen presence heaves and breathes
In the forest's holy room
The tarn reflects the midnight skies
In a burning liquid haze
Your eye it drinks and sanity flies
As the waters mee your gaze

You hear them walk upon the breeze
That dithers in the grove
Over ground interred in autumn leaves
That words can cause to move
Their song attracts a motley horde
To celebrate the throne
Upon which sits the verdant lord
Two fingers at the moon

Pandemoni!
You fall to your knees
As their kingdom ascends
From the roots of the trees

Poisonous malice
Empty the chalice!

Seven sisters in bloom
Scented feet on your tomb
A midsummer's doom

Creatures of the heathen night
Some dance and others crawl
And some anticipate the flight
To the honored mountain hall
They haunt you on the humming air
That whispers 'round your head
When from the nightmare cold and bare
You wake up in your bed

6. Moloch

Open air necropolis
Funerary plain
Unhallowed, unsound
This is where our blood
Once mingled with the rain
And soaked the ground
Thralls of the apocalypse
Mercilessly slain
In graves abound

Eyes of Hades, stars of hell
Abyss of the soul shone upon
The bronzen altar fire that
Swallowed us whole, one by one

Dust to dust!

Another time and other names
And other idolheads
Other victims put to flames
On other altar beds

Extinguished in a moment
And aglow forevermore
In brimstone sealed
Ever present phosphorescent
Wraiths of local lore
Children of the field

Adar! Anu! Ninib! Baal!

We whisper in the mist that shrouds
Our trickling pantheon
Consanguineous with the waters
Springing from the mouth of Acheron
Blood dyed meuse

7. Rekviem

Powazki, Rockwood, Mountparnasse
Dolories, mountain view
Cities clad, come evening mass,
In fog and twilight dew

Streets on paths of cobbled stone
Of fortunes laid to rest
Lines of faces, dust and bone
A carnal palimpsest

Exaudi orationem meam
Ad te omnis caro veniet

Stripped of clover, flesh and pride
Delivered from their strife
Lord and servant side by side
Equal after life

Resting under dirt and grime
In dreams of yesterdays
Wake up in the dark of time
Stirred by pious fears

Lacrimosa dies illa
Qua resurget ex favilla

Past and present twist and twirl
In circles, bottomless
Thus, every city in the world
Is a vast necropolis

Exaudi orationem meam
Ad te omnis caro veniet
Lacrimosa dies illa
Qua resurget ex favilla

8. Serafim

I have seen the temples and the altars
Built to terrify and to astound
Towering like mountains up to heaven
Or hiding out of reach below the ground

I have seen unfortunates at daybreak
Slain atop the gleaming pyramid
I saw mothers hand away their newborns
Lo, behold, don't shy away – I did!

Kodosh! Father, ye almighty!
The outer spheres and firmament are thine
The tragedy of man lies on my shoulders
Their vanity and holiness are mine

I have seen old crones and teenage women
Drowned and stoned and burning at their stakes
Oh rising through the atmosphere of prayers
At quiet country funeral wakes

Kodosh! Father, ye almighty!
The outer spheres and firmament are thine
The tragedy of man lies on my shoulders
Their vanity and holiness are mine

I have seen those blue-clod royal corpses
Frozen still on horseback in the snow
I have seen civilians and warriors
Beneath the fallen walls of Jericho

I have seen the cities of the old world
Crumbled to their core and ground to dust
Some were slowly swallowed by the sand waves
Others fell from devastating gusts

9. Anima

One need not to be a chamber to be haunted,
One need not be a house;
The brain has corridors surpassing
Material place

Far safer, of a midnight meeting
External ghost,
Than an interior confronting
That wither host

Far safer through an abbey gallop,
The stones achase,
Than, moonless, one's own self encounter
In lonesome place

Ourself, behind ourself concealed,
Should startle most;
Assassin, hid in our apartment,
Be horror's least

The prudent carries a revolver,
He bolts the door,
O'erlooking a superior spectre
More near

10. Melek-Taus

Bless our weapons
With cruel majesty
Ignite our spirits
In barbaric ecstasy

Fill our song
With poetry of dread
Sparks of splendour emanating
From the highest godhead

Inspire our breasts
With records of the brave
Lift our flesh
Beyond the darkness of the grave

To every soul asleep
Underneath Sinjari pines:
Rise out of the gloom
Of the desecrated shrines

We call upon the bird of prayer
The angel with scythes for wings
Creator, idol and slayer
Eater of saints and kings

Shaitanic rebel principle
Looming in the sky
Righteous and invincible
Hear our battle cry!

We are daughters of the desert night
Sirens of the sand
Raven-haired amazons
Of the untamed land

Abandon be our victory
Beauty our decoy
The angels of Melek-Taus
Are ready to destroy