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Omae wa mo shindeiru
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Eko

Eko Azerak

Black pyramids under martian sun,
Priests chant ancient necropsalms,
Summon winds across the desert sands,
Sun sets on this dying land.

Black ships tear through martian skies,
Earthbound send by sorcerous flight,
13 years through black depths of space,
Ancient race seed this cursed place.

Come my fanatics come to the sabbat....
Come my fanatics come to the sabbat....


:notworthy
 
Supper's Ready

Lovers' Leap





Walking across the sitting-room, I turn the television off.

Sitting beside you, I look into your eyes.

As the sound of motor cars fades in the night time,

I swear I saw your face change, it didn't seem quite right.

...And it's hello babe with your guardian eyes so blue

Hey my baby don't you know our love is true.



Coming closer with our eyes, a distance falls around our
bodies.

Out in the garden, the moon seems very bright,

Six saintly shrouded men move across the lawn slowly.

The seventh walks in front with a cross held high in hand.

...And it's hey babe your supper's waiting for you.

Hey my baby, don't you know our love is true.



I've been so far from here,

Far from your warm arms.

It's good to feel you again,

It's been a long long time. Hasn't it?





The Guaranteed Eternal Sanctuary Man





I know a farmer who looks after the farm.

With water clear, he cares for all his harvest.

I know a fireman who looks after the fire.



You, can't you see he's fooled you all.

Yes, he's here again, can't you see he's fooled you all.

Share his peace,

Sign the lease.

He's a supersonic scientist,

He's the guaranteed eternal sanctuary man.

Look, look into my mouth he cries,

And all the children lost down many paths,

I bet my life you'll walk inside

Hand in hand,

gland in gland

With a spoonful of miracle,

He's the guaranteed eternal sanctuary.

We will rock you, rock you little snake,

We will keep you snug and warm.





Ikhnaton And Itsacon And Their Band Of Merry Men





Wearing feelings on our faces while our faces took a rest,

We walked across the fields to see the children of the West,

But we saw a host of dark skinned warriors

standing still below the ground,

Waiting for battle.



The fight's begun, they've been released.

Killing foe for peace...bang, bang, bang. Bang, bang, bang...

And they're giving me a wonderful potion,

'Cos I cannot contain my emotion.

And even though I'm feeling good,

Something tells me I'd better activate my prayer capsule.



Today's a day to celebrate, the foe have met their fate.

The order for rejoicing and dancing has come from our
warlord.





How Dare I Be So Beautiful?





Wandering through the chaos the battle has left,

We climb up a mountain of human flesh,

To a plateau of green grass, and green trees full of life.

A young figure sits still by a pool,

He's been stamped "Human Bacon" by some butchery tool.

(He is you)

Social Security took care of this lad.

We watch in reverence, as Narcissus is turned to a flower.

A flower?





Willow Farm





If you go down to Willow Farm,

to look for butterflies, flutterbyes, gutterflies

Open your eyes, it's full of surprise, everyone lies,

like the fox on the rocks,

and the musical box.

Oh, there's Mum & Dad, and good and bad,

and everyone's happy to be here.



There's Winston Churchill dressed in drag,

he used to be a British flag, plastic bag, what a drag.

The frog was a prince, the prince was a brick, the brick was an
egg,

the egg was a bird.

(Fly away you sweet little thing, they're hard on your tail)

Hadn't you heard?

(They're going to change you into a human being!)

Yes, we're happy as fish and gorgeous as geese,

and wonderfully clean in the morning.



We've got everything, we're growing everything,

We've got some in

We've got some out

We've got some wild things floating about

Everyone, we're changing everyone,

you name them all,

We've had them here,

And the real stars are still to appear.



ALL CHANGE!



Feel your body melt;

Mum to mud to mad to dad

Dad diddley office, Dad diddley office,

You're all full of ball.



Dad to dam to dum to mum

Mum diddley washing, Mum diddley washing,

You're all full of ball.



Let me hear you lies, we're living this up to the eyes.

Ooee-ooee-ooee-oowaa

Momma I want you now.



And as you listen to my voice

To look for hidden doors, tidy floors, more applause.

You've been here all the time,

Like it or not, like what you got,

You're under the soil (the soil, the soil),

Yes, deep in the soil (the soil, the soil, the soil, the
soil!).

So we'll end with a whistle and end with a bang

and all of us fit in our places.





Apocalypse In 9/8 (Co-Starring the delicious talents of Gabble
Ratchet)





With the guards of Magog, swarming around,

The Pied Piper takes his children underground.

Dragons coming out of the sea,

Shimmering silver head of wisdom looking at me.

He brings down the fire from the skies,

You can tell he's doing well by the look in human eyes.

Better not compromise.

It won't be easy.



666 is no longer alone,

He's getting out the marrow in your back bone,

And the seven trumpets blowing sweet rock and roll,

Gonna blow right down inside your soul.

Pythagoras with the looking glass reflects the full moon,

In blood, he's writing the lyrics of a brand new tune.



And it's hey babe, with your guardian eyes so blue,

Hey my baby, don't you know our love is true,

I've been so far from here,

Far from your loving arms,

Now I'm back again, and babe it's gonna work out fine.





As Sure As Eggs Is Eggs (Aching Men's Feet)





Can't you feel our souls ignite

Shedding ever changing colours, in the darkness of the fading
night,

Like the river joins the ocean, as the germ in a seed grows

We have finally been freed to get back home.



There's an angel standing in the sun, and he's crying with a
loud voice,

"This is the supper of the mighty one",

Lord of Lords,

King of Kings,

Has returned to lead his children home,

To take them to the new Jerusalem.
 
I'll paly Bacchus for the evening,
pray, be seated, take your places
Should my manna seem displeasing,
offend your airs and graces,
I've a list long as your arm,
(The connoisseur's selection)
such bitter whines -a quaff of qualms,
awaiting your inspections

The bubbles burst - this aint sham-pain
I've watched hopes wither on the vine
The fruits of labours toiled in vain
I reap soul-grapes at harvest time.

Anno 1999 - a classic year for Vintage Whine.


Since it's drawn - I must sup the cellarage of sorrow
yet fate refills my tarnished cup each time i drain the dregs
Their poison cannot kill me - new strength from it i 'll borrow
my maudlin is a caudle that would fill a thousand kegs.

Here's one for the road - afore ye go
drink deep sweet lads and lasses
Those blighted crops you gladly sow
shall one day fill your glasses
Brood for decades - pure hate distilled
then bottled up much longer
Revenge - a draught i'll serve you chilled,
when time has made it stronger

Non-cordial - it's bile bouquet.
Laments ferment the patience schnapps
Cask full of mulled futile dismay
My well-aged-rage - you 've turned the taps

Anno 1999 - a classic year for Vintage Whine.



Since it's drawn - I must sup the cellarage of sorrow
yet fate refills my tarnished cup each time i drain the dregs
Their poison cannot kill me - new strength from it i 'll borrow
my maudlin is a caudle that would fill a thousand kegs.

Anno 1999 - a classic year for Vintage Whine.
 
They return to their earth

When serpents come
They cover the Christ thorn
Two heads
And cock heads
Serpents feet of emotion
Lidded eyes and smudged reality
Everything has two faces
One is earthly without true form
The other blackened and blackening

And mother is in the fields
Father is in the fields

You know well its tortured form
It's locked within a particular place
It's locked within a particular form
It's jailed by a falling light
With angles shapes and size
It's held by true what
It's held in through place
It's an aim that has no name

Mother is in the fields
Father is in the fields

It's a form creating formless
Formless creating form
Oh four towers reaping backwards
Do not spell the sound
Do not move to the lies
Speak the words and they create the universe
And they destroy all universe

Mother sleeps in the fields
And father he reaps in the fields

Heavy-lidded eyes do not mask his pain
They shade us from the burning light
Listen one face one form one truth
I see it through the shading glass
I see it fractured in the world
This is not true
It's appearance only

Mother is in the fields
Father is in the fields

An eagle flies his bloody face
Behind bloody claws behind bloody claws
His pain is blackened rain
His rain is Roman
Sire the pain it is not finished
I happens now
Matchstick man in a matchstick world
Nake the prime slice the sickle
Nake the sickle slice the core
Time stops when he was thirty-three

And mother is in the fields
And father is in the fields

Time stops when i am thirty
Time stops then and time stops there
Then is now
Oh why do we not say it
Time stops time breaks time folds
Time ceases
And pestle grindes the mortar
The mortar turns to dust
The metal turns to rust
Words they fail they fall apart
The corn it dies and is reborn

And mother stays in the fields
And father is in the fields

Blond hair moves in the blond corn
Boyd wears black he talks of death
But all his faces spell out light
Michael's on the roof
He's kissing a rose
A blooddrop comes from the heart of her life
Something hangs above there in the skies
Something hovers above his brown hair
Life without us in the background of light
And the birds don't sing
When the curtain snaps
Anita's in Ireland
She's falling over rocks
Stars of the sky stars of the pain
And all stars meet in a falling star
And some make money from weapons' blood
And some make money from fear's blood
And some make money from hunger's blood
And some make money from politics' blood
And some make money from religion's blood
The world falls apart
The world starts to cease

And mother is in the fields
And father has died in the fields
 
Doomcifer said:
Supper's Ready

Lovers' Leap





Walking across the sitting-room, I turn the television off.

Sitting beside you, I look into your eyes.

As the sound of motor cars fades in the night time,

I swear I saw your face change, it didn't seem quite right.

...And it's hello babe with your guardian eyes so blue

Hey my baby don't you know our love is true.



Coming closer with our eyes, a distance falls around our
bodies.

Out in the garden, the moon seems very bright,

Six saintly shrouded men move across the lawn slowly.

The seventh walks in front with a cross held high in hand.

...And it's hey babe your supper's waiting for you.

Hey my baby, don't you know our love is true.



I've been so far from here,

Far from your warm arms.

It's good to feel you again,

It's been a long long time. Hasn't it?





The Guaranteed Eternal Sanctuary Man





I know a farmer who looks after the farm.

With water clear, he cares for all his harvest.

I know a fireman who looks after the fire.



You, can't you see he's fooled you all.

Yes, he's here again, can't you see he's fooled you all.

Share his peace,

Sign the lease.

He's a supersonic scientist,

He's the guaranteed eternal sanctuary man.

Look, look into my mouth he cries,

And all the children lost down many paths,

I bet my life you'll walk inside

Hand in hand,

gland in gland

With a spoonful of miracle,

He's the guaranteed eternal sanctuary.

We will rock you, rock you little snake,

We will keep you snug and warm.





Ikhnaton And Itsacon And Their Band Of Merry Men





Wearing feelings on our faces while our faces took a rest,

We walked across the fields to see the children of the West,

But we saw a host of dark skinned warriors

standing still below the ground,

Waiting for battle.



The fight's begun, they've been released.

Killing foe for peace...bang, bang, bang. Bang, bang, bang...

And they're giving me a wonderful potion,

'Cos I cannot contain my emotion.

And even though I'm feeling good,

Something tells me I'd better activate my prayer capsule.



Today's a day to celebrate, the foe have met their fate.

The order for rejoicing and dancing has come from our
warlord.





How Dare I Be So Beautiful?





Wandering through the chaos the battle has left,

We climb up a mountain of human flesh,

To a plateau of green grass, and green trees full of life.

A young figure sits still by a pool,

He's been stamped "Human Bacon" by some butchery tool.

(He is you)

Social Security took care of this lad.

We watch in reverence, as Narcissus is turned to a flower.

A flower?





Willow Farm





If you go down to Willow Farm,

to look for butterflies, flutterbyes, gutterflies

Open your eyes, it's full of surprise, everyone lies,

like the fox on the rocks,

and the musical box.

Oh, there's Mum & Dad, and good and bad,

and everyone's happy to be here.



There's Winston Churchill dressed in drag,

he used to be a British flag, plastic bag, what a drag.

The frog was a prince, the prince was a brick, the brick was an
egg,

the egg was a bird.

(Fly away you sweet little thing, they're hard on your tail)

Hadn't you heard?

(They're going to change you into a human being!)

Yes, we're happy as fish and gorgeous as geese,

and wonderfully clean in the morning.



We've got everything, we're growing everything,

We've got some in

We've got some out

We've got some wild things floating about

Everyone, we're changing everyone,

you name them all,

We've had them here,

And the real stars are still to appear.



ALL CHANGE!



Feel your body melt;

Mum to mud to mad to dad

Dad diddley office, Dad diddley office,

You're all full of ball.



Dad to dam to dum to mum

Mum diddley washing, Mum diddley washing,

You're all full of ball.



Let me hear you lies, we're living this up to the eyes.

Ooee-ooee-ooee-oowaa

Momma I want you now.



And as you listen to my voice

To look for hidden doors, tidy floors, more applause.

You've been here all the time,

Like it or not, like what you got,

You're under the soil (the soil, the soil),

Yes, deep in the soil (the soil, the soil, the soil, the
soil!).

So we'll end with a whistle and end with a bang

and all of us fit in our places.





Apocalypse In 9/8 (Co-Starring the delicious talents of Gabble
Ratchet)





With the guards of Magog, swarming around,

The Pied Piper takes his children underground.

Dragons coming out of the sea,

Shimmering silver head of wisdom looking at me.

He brings down the fire from the skies,

You can tell he's doing well by the look in human eyes.

Better not compromise.

It won't be easy.



666 is no longer alone,

He's getting out the marrow in your back bone,

And the seven trumpets blowing sweet rock and roll,

Gonna blow right down inside your soul.

Pythagoras with the looking glass reflects the full moon,

In blood, he's writing the lyrics of a brand new tune.



And it's hey babe, with your guardian eyes so blue,

Hey my baby, don't you know our love is true,

I've been so far from here,

Far from your loving arms,

Now I'm back again, and babe it's gonna work out fine.





As Sure As Eggs Is Eggs (Aching Men's Feet)





Can't you feel our souls ignite

Shedding ever changing colours, in the darkness of the fading
night,

Like the river joins the ocean, as the germ in a seed grows

We have finally been freed to get back home.



There's an angel standing in the sun, and he's crying with a
loud voice,

"This is the supper of the mighty one",

Lord of Lords,

King of Kings,

Has returned to lead his children home,

To take them to the new Jerusalem.



Ladies and gentlemen, the thread has been won :notworthy

The last section of that song makes me simultaneously: :OMG: :waah: :Spin: :yow: :danceboy:
 
Damn, Peter was an incredible lyricist: http://www.rawbw.com/~marka/music/lamb.html

Through vast valleys I wonder
To the highest peaks
On pathways through a wild forgotten landscape
In search of God, in spite of man
'til the lost forsaken endless. . .
This is where I choose to tread

Fall. . .so shall we fall into the nihil?
The nothingness that we feel in the arms of the pale
In the shadow of the grim companion who walks with us

Here is the landscape
Here is the sun
Here in the balance of the earth
Where is the god?
Has he fallen and abandoned us?

As I'm stalked by the shadow of death's hand
The fire in my heart is forged across the land

Here at the edge of this world
Here I gaze at a pantheon of oak, a citadel of stone
If this grand panorama before me is what you call God. . .
Then God is not dead

I walked down to a river and sat in reflection of what had to be done
An offering of crimson flowed into the water below
A wound of spirit from which it floated and faded away

. . .like every hope I've ever had. . .
. . .like every dream I've ever known. . .
It washed away in a tide of longing, a longing for a better world
From my will, my throat, to the river, and into the sea. . .
. . .wash away. . .
. . .fade away. . .

Here is the landscape
Here is the sun
Here at the edge of the earth
Where is the god?
Has he fallen to ruin?

As I'm stalked by the shadow of death's hand
My heathen pride is scarred across the land

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Young hearts born with grief
Shall pay the penalty of truth
A season of stolen youth
Shall teach old hearts to break

It feels like I've been here before
Here to where the animals lay down to die
So we stood alone on a distant store
Our broken spirits in rags and tatters

Nerve and muscle, heart and brains
Lost to Ireland, lost in vain
Pause and you can almost hear
The sounds echo down through the ages
The creak of the burial cart
Here in humiliation and sorrow
Not mixed with indignation
One is driven to exclaim
Oh god, that bread should be so dear
And human flesh so cheap[*]

Young hearts are born with such grief
We have paid the penalty of truth
A season of our stolen youth
Shall teach our hearts to break

Lyrics: A.A. Nemtheanga
Music: MacUilliam and Primordial

[*Taken from a memorial to the dead at a mass grave in Skibereen, Co. Cork]

["Between the years 1845 and 1849 a famine ravaged Ireland and over 3 million people were lost to a combination of starvation and emigration I said once before the history of my land is a litany of tragedy and blood, these four years represent possibly the greatest tragedy the country has endured. It still hangs over Ireland and set the tone for Irish people to leave Ireland shores to the present day. The coffin ships themselves were what the ships that set sail for America in search of a new and better life were called. It's with this song we honour the memory of this great tragedy and those poor souls who lost their lives."]
 
O come ye young of Hamlyn--you who know my tune so well,
Where it beckons you must follow--be it Heaven (be it Hell).
Forget your mothers grieving as I pipe you down the street,
With a shilling in my pocket--and the sky beneath my feet.
Chameleons bask in the 'arc-lite' reflection--awaiting a chance curtain call,
And here from the wings I have watched them and wondered if God does exist
after all.
On life's Ferris Wheel all the dreamers ride free (from the top you can only
go down),
No-one but yourself is to blame if you presume to walk upon water then drown.
Now your bridges are burned--it is time that you learned there is no turning
back,
All your airs and graces should vacate their places for the qualities you lack.
Though empty vessels made most sound--not one wise word was said,
Vainglory hunters seek their prey where angels fear to tread.
FOLLOW ME--follow and I will lead,
With truth that hurts like stick and stone.
When rats that scuttled ships departed--
Birds of a feather sought their own.
To make their dreams a lantern that outshines the brightest star,
Turn whispers into battlecries the winds shall carry far.
When hearts shielded by conviction--keeping beats so pure and strong,
Are at last as one united (a communion of steel--The Sword of Song).
We gathered together as sister and brother to dance when the world was abed,
Until the next dawn in the grey light of morning these lambs to the slaughter
were led
Out of the shadows these vagabonds congregate (those who have stuck to their
guns),
While tinseltown satellites frantically circulate orbiting mirror-ball suns.
I will not play a part in this infantile farce--your offer I decline,
Building walls of pretension to conceal your intentions was just a waste of
time.
Though in your life of make-believe the best things came for free,
Why should I trust my plans in the 'capable' hands of a shallow fool like thee.
FOLLOW ME--follow and I will lead,
With truth that hurts like stick and stone,
When rats their scuttled ships departed--
Birds of a feather sought their own.
The goose that lays the golden egg--I'll sacrifice and bury it,
If you don't believe me watch me as upon its grave I spit,
Worldly treasures have no worth--but self-respect is beyond price,
And Hell's the best alternative when faced with your fool's paradise.
Some say I bite the hand that feeds--but to these disillusioned eyes
'tis sweet revenge to watch it bleed (it has only fed me lies),
The dead horses you were flogging could not rise and stand upon its legs,
Behold the leper-minstrel has been cured and nevermore shall beg.
 
Demonspell said:
Damn, Peter was an incredible lyricist: http://www.rawbw.com/~marka/music/lamb.html


This is really geeky, but I've come across a LOT of Lamb and "Supper's Ready" references in university classes and my own reading. Here's just a few:

- Anton Chekhov has a story called "In the Ravine" that begins with a description of the adverse effects of technology on nature. I haven't read the story, so the parallels sorta end with the title right now. :goggly:

- In TS Eliot's epic poem "The Waste Land", the second section, which describes several people and their inability to break out of their social restrictions, was originally entitled "In the Cage"...!

- As most people know, that little Steve Hackett piece that introduces "Supper's Ready" has a little Bach melody at the beginning. That melody was from the first part of Bach's harpsichord masterpiece The Well-Tempered Clavier. Bach's second installment in this Clavier-Ubung series was called Goldberg Variations. In the final section of GV, Bach - ever the prankster - threw in some little ditties from popular songs. One of those ditties?

I have been so long away from you

Compare this to the end of SR. I think this parallel is particularly remarkable

- I also came across this Yeats poem, entitled "The Rider from the North." This probably only means something to Demonspell and Doomcifer, but try to count the ungodly amount of "Supper's Ready" references in just these two stanzas:


Michael will unhook his trumpet
From a bough overhead,
And blow a little noise
When the supper has been spread.
Gabriel will come from the water
With a fish tail, and talk
Of wonders that have happened
On wet roads where men walk,
And lift up an old horn
Of hammered silver, and drink
Till he has fallen asleep
Upon the starry brink.

The little fox he murmured,
'O what is the world's bane?
The sun was laughing sweetly,
The moon plucked at my rein;
But the little red fox murmured,
'O do not pluck at his rein,
He is riding to the townland,
That is the world's bane.'




EERIWIIRDS, no?
 
The Nad Song

I couldn't say where she's coming' from,
But I just met a lady named Dinah-Moe Humm

She stroll on over, say look here, bum,
I got a forty dollar bill say you can't make me cum
(Y'jes can't do it)

She made a bet with her sister who's a little bit dumb
She could prove it any time all men was scum

I don't mind that she called me a bum,
But I knew right away she was really gonna cum
(So I got down to it)

I whipped off her bloomers'n stiffened my thumb
An' applied rotation on her sugar plum

I poked 'n stroked till my wrist got numb
But I still didn't hear no Dinah-Moe Humm,
Dinah-Moe Humm

Dinah-Moe Humm
Dinah-Moe Humm
Where's this Dinah-Moe
Comin' from
I done spent three hours
An' I ain't got a crumb
From the Dinah-Moe, Dinah-Moe, Dinah-Moe
From the Dinah-Moe Humm

Got a spot that gets me hot, ow!
An' you ain't been to it
(No no no no!)
Got a spot that gets me hot, ow!
An' you ain't been to it
(No no no!)
Got a spot that gets me hot
But you ain't been to it
(No no no no no!)
Got a spot that gets me hot
But you ain't been to it
'Cause I can't get into it
Unless I get out of it
An' I gotta get out of it
Before I get into it
'Cause I never get into it
Unless I get out of it
An' I gotta be out of it
To get myself into it

(She looked over at me with a glazed eye
And some bovine perspiration on her upper lip area
And she said . . . )

Just get me wasted
An' you're half-way there
'Cause if my mind's tore up,
Then my body don't care

I rubbed my chinny-chin-chin
An' said my-my-my
What sort of thing
Might this lady get high upon?

I checked out her sister
Who was holdin' the bet
An' wondered what kind of trip
The young lady was on

The forty dollar bill didn't matter no more
When her sister got nekkid an' laid on the floor
She said Dinah-Moe might win the bet
But she could use a little ______ if I wasn't done yet

I told her . . .
Just because the sun
Want a place in the sky
No reason to assume
I wouldn't give her a try

So I pulled on her hair
Got her legs in the air
An' asked if she had any cooties on there

(Whaddya mean cooties! No cooties on me!)

She was buns-up kneelin'
BUNS UP!
I was wheelin' an dealin'
WHEELIN' AN' DEALIN' AN' OOOOH!
She surrender to the feelin'
SHE SWEETLY SURRENDERED
An' she started in to squealin'

Dinah-Moe watched from the edge of the bed
With her lips just a-twitchin' an' her face gone red
Some drool rollin' down
From the edge of her chin
While she spied the condition
Her sister was in
She quivered 'n quaked
An' clutched at herself
While her sister made a joke
About her mental health
'Till Dinah-Moe finally
Did give in
But I told her
All she really needed
Was some discipline . . .

Kiss my aura . . . Dora . . .
M-M-M . . . it's real angora
Would y'all like some more-a?
Right here on the flora?
An' how 'bout you, Fauna?
Y'wanna?

MMM . . . sound like you're chokin' on somethin'

Did you say you want some more?
Well, here's some more . . .

(Oh, baby . . . )

Oh, sure . . . look,
D'you think I could interest you
In a pair of zircon-encrusted tweezers?

MMM . . . tweezers!
Wait a minute, lemme sterilize 'em . . .
Gimme your lighter . . .
 
not so long ago there was a time
the naive animal was a wiser thing
and these devils that we accept as reality
did not exist here before
nor do I think they were meant to be

they have enshrouded themselves
with the comforts of wealth
inside this temple of material things
which they cling to
all because the hand
was much easier to see than the spirit
and upon the educated discovery of this
they have made their decision
not only for themselves
but for everyone else as well

everything you've ever come to experience
to anyone else here has never been
and will never be

life does not exist
memory is nothing more than photographs
a looking glass to see just where you've been
not what you've been there for
realize your insignificance to the universe
and to infinity

you will have then cast away
the pride of all these things you held so dear
agony and pleasure are a suffering to one another here
the wisest is the fool who realizes he knows
nothing, nothing

turn your back on this misconception
that the body is the temple
it's just the tool of the soul
the brain is only the house of the mind
and soon you'll have to give back
everything you've borrowed for this lifetime
only then you'll find
you have spent all this time
struggling for the wrong things
and all of your works here have been nothing

everything is nothing
 
Demonspell said:
Through vast valleys I wonder
To the highest peaks
On pathways through a wild forgotten landscape
In search of God, in spite of man
'til the lost forsaken endless. . .
This is where I choose to tread

Fall. . .so shall we fall into the nihil?
The nothingness that we feel in the arms of the pale
In the shadow of the grim companion who walks with us

Here is the landscape
Here is the sun
Here in the balance of the earth
Where is the god?
Has he fallen and abandoned us?

As I'm stalked by the shadow of death's hand
The fire in my heart is forged across the land

Here at the edge of this world
Here I gaze at a pantheon of oak, a citadel of stone
If this grand panorama before me is what you call God. . .
Then God is not dead

I walked down to a river and sat in reflection of what had to be done
An offering of crimson flowed into the water below
A wound of spirit from which it floated and faded away

. . .like every hope I've ever had. . .
. . .like every dream I've ever known. . .
It washed away in a tide of longing, a longing for a better world
From my will, my throat, to the river, and into the sea. . .
. . .wash away. . .
. . .fade away. . .

Here is the landscape
Here is the sun
Here at the edge of the earth
Where is the god?
Has he fallen to ruin?

As I'm stalked by the shadow of death's hand
My heathen pride is scarred across the land

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Young hearts born with grief
Shall pay the penalty of truth
A season of stolen youth
Shall teach old hearts to break

It feels like I've been here before
Here to where the animals lay down to die
So we stood alone on a distant store
Our broken spirits in rags and tatters

Nerve and muscle, heart and brains
Lost to Ireland, lost in vain
Pause and you can almost hear
The sounds echo down through the ages
The creak of the burial cart
Here in humiliation and sorrow
Not mixed with indignation
One is driven to exclaim
Oh god, that bread should be so dear
And human flesh so cheap[*]

Young hearts are born with such grief
We have paid the penalty of truth
A season of our stolen youth
Shall teach our hearts to break
nice selections! i fuckin love all the lyrics in the mantle, and just reading the coffin ships lyrics makes the fuckin hair on my arms stand on end! :kickass: :kickass:
 
Megiddo - The Oath

I've watched as your empires have fallen
And laughed as your gods have all cried
I've tempted the souls of your pious
And tainted their minds with my lies
I've traveled across all the earth
And i've cursed it with each step i've taken
I've shed the most innocent of blood
In the name of that which you call satan

There are no chains which can hold me
No sword which can pierce through my skin
There are no saints i've not slaughtered
And no evil i've not taken within
There is no sin i've not tasted
No blasphemy i have not embraced
No rule or law i've not broken
No scripture i have not defaced

The oath which binds me to this world
For past times and those yet to come
This oath which has left me immortal
And allows me to outlive the sun
Death it shall never embrace me
It's cold grasp shall not touch my life
I'm bound by the oath to this world
Forever free to spread pestilence and strife
 
Well, I stepped into an avalanche,
It covered up my soul;
When I am not this hunchback that you see,
I sleep beneath the golden hill.
You who wish to conquer pain,
You must learn, learn to serve me well.

You strike my side by accident
As you go down for your gold.
The cripple here that you clothe and feed
Is neither starved nor cold;
He does not ask for your company,
Not at the centre, the centre of the world.

When I am on a pedestal,
You did not raise me there.
Your laws do not compel me
To kneel grotesque and bare.
I myself am the pedestal
For this ugly hump at which you stare.

You who wish to conquer pain,
You must learn what makes me kind;
The crumbs of love that you offer me,
They're the crumbs I've left behind.
Your pain is no credential here,
It's just the shadow, shadow of my wound.

I have begun to long for you,
I who have no greed;
I have begun to ask for you,
I who have no need.
You say you've gone away from me,
But I can feel you when you breathe.

Do not dress in those rags for me,
I know you are not poor;
And don't you love me quite so fiercely now
When you know that you are not sure,
It is your turn, beloved,
It is your flesh that I wear.
 
Awesome lyrics and the music PERFECTLY fits with the lyrics. Well, the original anyway, the remake is kinda meh.

Sol Invictus said:
He went looking for Europe, took love in his hand
With eyes of sunlight, like burning sand
Went to the west, rode to the east
Heard of life and honour, looked into the eyes of the beast
Stood in a city, in the gold house of whores
Said: "I'm looking for Europe", then you're looking for war
Sat on the throne of Arthur, held Boudica's sword
Kissed the flags of the great, beneath the towers so tall
Climbed up the hillside, where the eagle still flies
Said: "I'm looking for Europe", well be ready to cry
He walked to the forest, to the lair of the wolf
Said: "I'm looking for Europe, I'll tell you truth."
Some find it in a flag, some in the beat of a drum
Some with a book, and some with a gun
Some in a kiss, and some on the march
But if you're looking for Europe, best look in your heart