on Pearly gates
Chariots scream for war
Shadowed mad mountains rise
Black void o'er palace of Christ

Transgressors !
Masquerade
in its sickest form
Centuries as yet unclaimed

Planetary purification
OUR EONS DAWN


3. Throes Matrix

Hate

Beast inside wrathed embruonic breathe
The Vision's clear but you can't fucking see
Reverence raped curse this feeble being
I'm above but I can't fucking feel

Taken centuries back
When uncouth minds
Led the herd of rats

Forged black minds and flesh rebellion
Ghoulish scions sickened by thee arise
Under an aureate alluring star
Wrath lingering love entwines us


4. Phosphor

Lo !
I pilgrim came from the desert
Draped in sickness, dressed in black

When the utter thunders roared young
And the heart of Valusia enshrined the dark
He was born of the whore
but was forged by wrath
And he was lusting for more

Born at Zins earthdawn
the halo of the chosen
foreshadowed the war

Promethean Phosphor

Beared the mark of hatelorn Saturn
And whispered requiems lurid to men
Natus sub Stella Polari
Mortal deva, promethian mortalis


5. Scions Of The Blackened Soil

Wind ! fear these mad signs
Scions of the blackened soil
Fear! lay your arms over
far over this haunted ground

Fire ! hear my screams of fear
Close your womb and hold 'em in

I have feared those dreams so deadly
Every night when moon is cold
Staring through the time and reason
To Radath that lies vast and lorn

The moons watch is over
Sun tears the painting away
Seas colour the black skies
The window of madness soon veiled


6. Wrathcast

Take me away
Take me away I hate this place
It saturates
Darkened dreams now awake

Dream me away
Carry away and fuck this race
Can take the pain
But I once wanna see a honest face

Fade away
Your weak souls are so tender prey
Saturates
Blackened earth consume your flesh

Flesh...
So weak pests
Hollow thoughts rest
In their empty Christian nests

Wrathcast !

Harvest moon stares at the sky
Lorn are the ones who cry
O'er the savage hills of north
Wraiths that flee the dawn

Fade away
Your weak souls are so tender prey
Saturates
Blackened earth consumes your flesh

Harvest moon
Wanes before the dawning sun
Harvest moon
The End is near I can feel it comes...


7. Watchtower Son (Lemurian Guard)

Years are passing by
Warden I am, Lemurian guard

Through these lonely hills
Where the hands of moory fog
Reach for the beating hearts

Scarlet harvest moon
I have watched you for so long
Each of your calm seas
Where the oceans of sand dance frigid

Dreamworld Lunarian
When the world and moon were torn apart

"Through the uncouth times
when under the Christian vencer
the ancient heathen faiths stirred
stealthy and the pale moon of Britain
looked on strange deeds in the ruins of Tacricon
and Hexhaus and by the shadowed towers
along Nadrians crumbling wall..."


8. The Awakening

They have been down so long
I can hear them singing
hear their hearts
feel their passion
feel their scars

Doors are shut
To Time and fate
It was for us us to share
This useless hate
For us to share and we failed

Black void shrouds the earth
Soil vomits the fire
And scars the seas
Doomwatchers we are
Just staring the feast

Time passes slowly by
Like a boat so old
On the morning river
Where the water is truth
and its surface Shivers
Go now the moon is waning
The Beasts are out and you're all alone
Leave now and hope for dawning
Storm draws near and you're far from home

Hear me now our time has come
All pride has been raped
To feed the light
The true fiends of Christendom
Hear me we are the dragon

The abyss, the sign
The only wine of life
The abyss, the wine
you drank and spat it out
Lifes infidel
for now there's no dawn...

They have been down so long
I can hear them singing
hear their hearts
feel their passion
feel their scars

Doors are shut
To Time and fate
It was for us us to share
This useless hate
For us to share and we failed

Go now the moon is waning
The Beasts are out and you're all alone
Leave now and hope for dawning
Storm draws near and you're far from home


9. Bowels Of Murder

Moon of Mons
Can you hear the screams
feeble, weak and asphyxiated
Lurid blade keeps grinding bones

In the grimy darkness
Near the River Hate
and the Path of Worry

Stream of sadness
As the haunted soul
Unearth the madness

Bowels of murder
Sweep the River Hate
And the Path of Worry

Stream of sadness
Obsessed, He will kill again

Butcher of Mons
Butcher of Mons
Savage mad lures the whores
To cut away with pain
Repetition, Past bears the same


10. The Wail Of The Tartarean Wells

"He screamed and screamed and screamed
in a voice whose falsetto panic no acquaintance
of his would ever have recognized: and though
he could not rise to his feet he crawled and rolled
desperately away from the damp pavement where
dozens of Tartarean wells poured forth their
exhausted whining and yelping to answer
his own insane cries"

Subterranean vaults behold
man mad enough to be here
Through the Stygian hole
to this malodorous gulf

Down, down ran the stairs
in three abrupt turns
Down, down, down below
But this fool man just went on

The chorused anguish
of doom-dragged moaning

Like a stricken flesh sans mins
And the voices continued
but so did he...
Through the cyclopean vaulting
and black noisome corridors

Revelations found
Like silent eerie sentinels
Haunted dreams that carry on
Like vacant planets on their way

Haunted cavers he
They wail their twised cry
The wail of the Tartarean wells
Like a smister planets on their way

Sickening
The formulaes of Curwen were
found amid these haunted memories
Where the science went to madness
and madness to science

Theme from H.P. Lovecraft's
"the Case of Charles Dexter Ward"


11. It Dragged Her To Dark

Do you still awake at night and hear his hands
Scratching the floor in front of the door
to where she was torn...

Fearest thou still the moons face
for what stares back

Do you still light the candles
To burn away the Novembers dark

for the spell of Eastern sea is upon these
winter whitened vanes and cemeteries
where gravestones stuck ghoulishly through the
snow
like the decayed fingernails of a corpse

Swear fealty to your sanity
It was just few nights ago when you saw 'em
from your window
Swear fealty to your sanity
It was just few moons ago
When they took her from your very home

Lo ! the red moon from te oceans low hazes
Rises in ominous grandeur to view:
from the Stygian warped wombs
They are here to take you...


12. Snowfall

"There are coarses of souls that sometimes
rupture to our side of reality. When we travel
the planes of dream we dare these roads
and the spirits that he dormant..."

Evocation

What is this wind we breath
Born of the nether
Eearthwomb that bleeds

First snowfall covers the tress
Over manor of Haven
something stares and breaths

Rose has crossed the coarse of souls
Where oblivious havens he unfold, untold
tales paint the rooms of old
Rose glances the jars just
to wake the dusts of cold

Samhains moon cuades so distant
Wheel of year has turned again
Mirrors prepare to rescave the dormant
greet the sun the morning comes


13. Dormant From Kiasmagoria

Possession

Second day
Convulsions and pain
Timid Priest prays hollow words in vain
Rose hes bound to te bed
Priest " Time is running out ! "

Mother Eve stares and cries
She can feel her pain inside
somethings staring
Eves of Rose
Mirror the face of old

Rose:
"Oh, mother set me free
These waves of dark
are all I feel
oh, father let me be
I wanna die"

Priest moves to her
Looks the veiled eyes
truth he sees, God is dead
Reason escaped from his mind

He runs through the window
over the balcony to his death
Bonecrushing sound, the holy man is gone

"Oh, mother set me free
These waves of dark
are all I feel
Dear mother set me free
I wanna die, Just wanna die"


14. Phantasm And Evenfall

Epilogue & Downfall

Day dies to night
Sun magenta, crimson then gone
Branches red the mansion windows
In the night the firs sigh
Soil is black now, awaken.

Deep in the mansions labyrinthine womb
Mouth of her opens like flowers abloom
Tongue like a serpents, netherian breed
Sumerian slithering etherial greed

No mother
No father
Words are curses
dormant is here
No mother
No father
Words are curses
Mindraping violence

Darklist scales to a Phantasm ride
Where the stars sheen rhythm from the open sky
Sumerian nightbreed awaken here
Where the Carcosa breaths their luminous fear

DAWN

...never
...came to relieve 'em

...the mansion is free
...Painted veils
dark... eats... me

MOTHER...

"Beseech a haven to enshrine your hear
'o ill-fated. For the fear weaves the web
for murder and the night on earth is soon
upon thee"