LUX OCCULTA Dionysos 1. The Birth Of The Race off the sinister heavens I strip the arc of moon the cosmic sickle starts the deicidial harvest I am the wheel of fortune that grinds your chest the fruit of the storm and the kingdom belongs to me the time has come, your time, my father this is my fate to raise my hand against the silver temples that is my fate to set up new order the castle of clouds shakes this is my fate to get the sword and paint the mountains red the crescent of moon ploughs his breast cry, cry all spirits, the old one is dead drops of his blood whirling around changing their colours, altering shapes his purple juices transform into angels hosts of lust, Dionysiac tribe regicide sword, bull-horned god brother of all spirits, lead your troops, lead us to Earth, feed us with flesh feed me with flesh teach me substance lightnings, thunders... he is not dead he regains his strength spears of royal curse bullets of royal wrath lightnings, thunders chase us ... but we'll be back ... some day 2. Blessed By The Rain Only the old ones remember the night of the holy rain the Earth flowed with milk flowed with blood-red wine flowed with the nectar of bees Only the old ones remember the night that became a day when in the glare of bursting forms the god had become a man breaking the cosmis chains Only the old ones remember the storm that turned worms into eagles the storm that woke us up that was the day when the heavens crashed we fell on our knees, skies fell on our heads gods have appeared in flesh invisible drums and pipes announced his triumphant arrival lustful satyrs, raging bulls guide his shiny litter women that hunger for life open wide their tender treasuries heavenly terror, holy grace, the Aeon of Light came into the world and the generations rose thousands by thousands with their wings and horns imperceptible 3. Chalice Of The Lunar Blood Come! Come closer... You, o Beauty, dressed in moonlight and the snakeheads of ivy leaves entwin e your white neck... Come! Come here... spit on me, spit on me for I am the dust under your feet unexpected and unwanted, I am your portrait, water and salt, air to breathe Come closer... let's climb to the sky to heights of ecstasy to hell and back and then I put on your tongue one little drop of my sperm it's bitter tastes like old bread tastes like stone tastes like pain blinded by the red suns of yur nipples gropingly looking for a source of light I find the spring of sacred wine pour me some crown my pillar with your living flesh and I will bless you with my semen be my wueen of enraptured love priestess of the black summer night jewels of my sperm illuminate your misty crown 4. Nocturnal Dithyramb Black goatskin covers my arms I am the hunter, at one with the forest the moon is my eye the air is so thick, so heavy tonight someone is crying... or was it laughter? I enter the fairyland Frozen silence Where am I? Two yellow stars blaze in the dark The lion-woman did not devour me though all my weapons have disappeared 'The poisoned fruit will give life to the dead' I was told by the golden Sphinx From that time I am your servant thank you, Liberator, for opening my eyes on wooded peaks of desolate Parnassus I have rected altars of bones Ecstatic dances play with the torchlight wind from the sea hug naked bodies the mystic feast for you is prepared just give the sign to let down the knife Come to us, whose name is Life and Death, and teach us not to fear the silence of the night 5. Ecstasy And Terror Silent barocco of shredded light coils of rays plaited together with chains of flesh such a calm morning... and the earth's crust explodes with the carpet of thousand flowers music of all spheres ...He is back! aroused women wash their naked bodies in bubbling springs of sweet dark wine the whole world will dance in this joyful time everything blossoms, even the stones sing dithyrambs His golden hair streams in the wind as he dances with the nymphs Be thou our king! Be thou our king! maenads - his hunting dogs - are now unleashed frenzied women devvour their crying children phalli carved out of stone plough cold dead wombs Hail Zagreus! Hail Bromios! Let the Great Hunt begin... His golden hair streams in the wind as he spills the blood of his enemies Be thou our king! Be thou our king! Delight of Mortals, The One Who Breaks the Chains Gloria!!! God of Many Joys, Giver of Wine Gloria!!! Lord of Souls, Eater of Raw Flesh Gloria!!! The One Who Chages his Forms Gloria!!! The One Who Delights in Sword and Bloodshed Gloria!!! Prince of Daylight and the Underworld Darkness Gloria!!! 6. Upwards To Conquer Heaven 'Come, and be revealed a bull, my Raging One! Be a many-headed dragon! Be a lion, spuring flames! Come!' [taken from 'Bakkhai' by Euripides] ...and the time has come to fulfil the oath hold your swords tight aim the sun spread proudly your wings this is the day to transgress the forbidden spread proudly your wings can't you see them? armour made of dream wrath is my untiring steed humilation is my arm we shall bloody our fists on these clouds made of steel but we fail, everything fails Lead us, Raging One, upwards! Share your madness with us... Upwards to conquer heaven! Upwards to seize the throne! The responsible ones C'AMES - tragic guitar serenade of raptures JACK - low frequency sonic terror JARO.SLAV. - guitar violence & omious incantations KRISS - thunderdrums of doom PETER - six-stringed sword of Damocles U.RECK - winged misanthropic symphonies Silken anglic choirs of passion - Wizenna Nowotarska, Anna Wesolowska Magic flutes of Pan on 'Nocturnal Dithyramb' - Marcin Ruminski The majestic Dionysiac spirit was evoked from the heart of the strom and captured in the lusty days of High Sun, 1997 era vulgari. at Scalni Studio, Olsztyn. Engineered, produced, mixed and mastered by Magister of Soundarts - Andrzej Bomba, under the sinister supervision of LUX OCCULTA Executive production by TOmasz Krajewski & PAGAN RECORDS All painful sounds of beauty put together by LUX OCCULTA. All lyrical madness by Jaro.Slav. Visual perversion by Tomasz Danuta and LUX OCCULTA Contact the band at: CHURCH OF THE BULL, P. O. BOX 8, 38-450 DUKLA, POLAND /enclose 2 I. R. C. for sure reply/ Booking - +48(0)532 11015 MOON CD 012