Drowning The Light An Alignment of Dead Stars 1. Distant Autumn Rain 2. The Cult Of Shadows A shadow is cast across the cracks of the aging stone wall an engulfing darkness unfurling its tendrils as the sun sets the birth of a new night... The birth of a new dark Those who stalk the night those who still know the call those who stay and fight they shall never fall The right hand of our master spewing his words and feeding him souls The cult of shadows & ghosts if the south congregate on these darkest nights As slithers of moonlight glimmer through the shattered windows of this ruined church the ritual takes place. The flies swarm and all matter of nature turns black A millenia of bloodshed under the crippled yoke of the white light faith as the stars burn out in our eyes and the smoke of the final candle dies as the chanting fades in the distance, this pact is with us for life. The absolution of the darkest Power. 3. An Alignment Of Dead Stars In the woods of despair sits the devil's heir at the crossroads of death taking his final breath his pact with the master an otherworldly disaster as he seals his own fate his crushed spirit can relate To the horrors this modern world holds this time of morality and sanctimonious mold For his soul now belongs to HIM For his essence is pure blackness For his being is now ROT A black eclipse in his heart an alignment of dead stars and the blood spilt at the crossroads has brought him to this place he no longer lives in torment and depression his essence with emotion severed he is truly free... 4. The Flame 5. Sound The Battle Horn Blood covered rust on my blade comrades at arms by my side awaiting the call... The sound of battle horn flows throughout the land.. The sound of the battle horn strikes the heart of our enemy... Clash of steel, splintering shields severing flesh, cutting through mesh ending ones life, into the night. The battle rages for days and the weak ones fall the passion that drives us will make them crawl Clash of steel splintering shields severing flesh cutting through mesh ending ones life into the night We break through their front line screams of victory as the cowards retreat 6. Drinking The Sacrament Of Eternity (Revenge Of The Impaler) From the depths of the Carpathians a tyrant whose family was tortured and bled by foreign invaders In 1453 when the final christian stronghold fell their presence was obliterated by the wolf of carpathia Come 1456 his tyranny reigned those who disobeyed him got no mercy infants impaled through there own mother's chests the rotting forests of impaled corpses decaying for months as a warning As the turkish dogs attacked his keep his ivory goddess flung herself landing deep into the river where her body slowly sunk to the bottom her last breath taken in beautiful suicide condemned to purgatory for eternity The impaler takes his revenge renouncing the cross and drinking the sacrament of eternity burning these muslim rats alive taking their life force immortal and proud drowning the white light 7. A Call To Arms Our united dark lands sound the battle call brothers it is time to take up arms and make the enemy fall!!! Arms to the sky as our banners fly high this is our calling, this is our pact we cannot - turn back! This war may never be won, but we will fight until the bitter end! This war may never be won, but we will fight on We will meet again Stories will echo of those few who stood strong those few who fought on Our united dark lands gather for attack brothers it is time to take up arms and make the enemy fall!!! Arms to the sky as our banners fly high this is our calling, this is out pact we cannot - turn back! This war may never be won, but we will fight on until the bitter end we will meet again my friend.. We answered out call to arms!! 8. Dragged To An Ocean Grave Touched by darkness and abandoned by light lost at sea. A vessel of damnation, a cursed voyage the broken mast torn free. Sent by the church to bury the evidence manuscripts in blood. Taken from the souls struck down by the inquisitors alive on burning poles. Pulled by black currents below, the dark one has a hold. This ship will not reach it's final port it will be dragged to the depths Struggling crusaders scurry like rats to their life boats. The ocean bed covered in black oil covering all that remains above One by one the survivors fade slowly being dragged to their ocean grave There unholy shipment washing away back into the unknown where they shall stay and in their final resting place deep below the darkness they will face our dark lords secrets fade until the final judgement day 9. Crippled Lies And A Fallen Prophet Black putrid and frail this modern shell of a world hollowed out by greed filled with materialism and hedonism you have forgotten your way! Candles light the path of truth and the journey to salvation is not one through your god but through what you might call damnation we are the spear of black destiny and the nails in the cross we are the crown of thorns and all that you lost Crippled lies and a fallen prophet your false idol cries, whimpers, and bleeds 10. Gone... As the structured decay as the reign of modern man falls by his own hand there is nothing left but rubble black burnt buildings and a dead silence. Walk with your head held high to the end of time the final chapter of our existence is night and as the black snow of fallout remains flutter down embrace that which you are. The hand held out by god is a lie this hell we created for ourselves. I remember a time when I still cared now it's all gone! I remember a time when I still feared now it's all gone! I remember a time when I still cared now it's all gone! I remember a time when I still feared now it's all gone! Floating away in flakes of black human remains 11. Drifting Away In A Sea Of Sorrow 12. In A Time Of Honour As the leaved turn to rust in the crimson decay of autumn after the summer rot the chill starts to set in the storms start to brew and the rolling thunder in the distance echos through my soul... These times I feel at peace and at one with all away from the insects, worms and societal sheep alone and lost in time The night falls and the sound of the rain mesmerizes my being I close my eyes and get taken back into another era the fire burns through the night and as the sun rises I awaken to the sounds of battle The ravens circle the fallen the dead cannot be mourned as the blood is still slowing the stench of death intoxicates my nostrils steel against steel in a time of honour this is where my heart belongs this is where I want to be. 13. Vampyre (The Broken Dirge Of Aristocracy) Amongst the frozen stars the desolate winds of death merge and those of ancient blood awaken. The soil and ground are pushed aside from within the crypt rotten fingers with talon like nails lift the spectre out of his hole Those who chant for the holocaust of man whose eyes are lifeless and hollow teeth rotted into jagged tips from years of praying on the weak hidden from the world A world which will now be taken back! To long in the shadows has this foul apparition been forgotten To long in the shadows this rancid soul has been haunting A disjointed stride in torn noble attire to an aristocratic broken dirge the hideous visage of that which was cursed from god the melancholic aura of injustice and the hunger for the wine of life snakes, bats, rats & flies his familiar VAMPYRE VAMPYRE VAMPYRE this night is yours again VAMPYRE!! 14. Nocturne Batracien