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Ye Entrancemperium
07:25
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Drawn towards these lands again
Seeking death and sacred soil
I ride the longing winds of my blackened soul
Growing stronger once I enter my empire beyond
Emperium
Behold my coming
The fullmoon ride above me
Enlightening my realm in a silvery glow
Yet the shadows crawl beneath my storming sky
Guarding treasures from forbidden light
I still remember
Though ages ago, it seems
The first time I entered the gates
The revelation of ritual death
By which I became divine
Sacrifice of the life I had among the flesh of the light
And now I enter again
Even stronger, yet amazed by what I see
In ecstasy, I mock the world
Ye entrancemperium
Ye entrancemperium
Ye entrancemperium
Ye entrancemperium
Suddenly I memorize
Asking what I left behind
Nothing
Can I ever comprehend?
Will my longing never end?
Never!
Drawn towards these lands again
Seeking death and sacred soil
I ride the longing winds of my blackened soul
Eternally
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Sleep is the Enemy
06:33
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In Wintry Haze
V.
In wintry haze
The freezing tree
Looms bare and high,
In silence raise
Your dream to him
As you go by.
His rms are spread -
More often fling
Him thanks that he
When all is sad
And cold and dim
Can hope for spring.
Kahl reckt der baum
Im winterdunst
Sein frierend leben ·
Lass deinen traum
Auf stiller reise
Vor ihm sich heben!
Er dehnt die arme –
Bedenk ihn oft
Mit dieser gunst
Dass er im harme
Dass er im eise
Noch frühling hofft!
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Flitermice as Satan Spys
06:38
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Flittermice of Eld Unveiled at the plenilune
Fordone by Mournful rest now seeking to be fed again
Rising terrestrial power umbraged by celestial light
That Shineth Forth from the palace of god - the palace of no return
Flittermice of Eld they peer into the morrows,
They peer the yesteryears as thoose are coming back.
Beholding the son recrucified, beholding gods race browbeaten,
Beholding the Devastation of all morals built by them.
Flittermice of Eld they fly to blaspheme yehova
And to build their Temple (of the) Damned on once holy pleasure ground
A Fare to Raise the Flag (of Satan), to desseminate the races,
To build the Hall of Battle and to live in Eternal Strife
Flittermice came forth from the land beyond the forest
Multifarious Winged Black Creatures slew the angels (up so) high.
Devastation, Blasphemy, Desecration, Unholy He
Who Burned the face of god with the Eye of Our Master
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Letzte Wache
Wie dunkel sind deine Scläfen,
Und deine Hände so schwer.
Bist du schon weit von dannen,
Und hörst mich nicht mehr.
Unter dem flackenden Lichte
Bist du so traurig und alt,
Und deine Lippen sind grausam
In ewiger Starre gekrallt.
Morgen schon ist hier das Schweigen
Und vielleicht in der Luft
Noch das Rascheln von Kränzen
Und ein verwesender Duft
Aber die Nächte werden
Leerer nun, Jahr um Jahr.
Hier wo dein Haupt lag, und leise
Immer dein Atem war.
Last Watch
How dark are your temples
And how heavy your hands.
Far now you have traveled
Where my words do not sound.
Under the flame that wavers
So sad and old you lie,
Your lips clenched forever
In bitter fixity
Tomorrow will come a silence
And the air hold a faint
Rustle still perhaps of garlands
And a decaying scent.
But hollower now year by year
Will nights be left
Here where your heal lay and always
You breathed so soft.
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6. |
Passing into Sleep
06:04
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7. |
Allons Voir si La Rose
02:14
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