Antestor The Forsaken 1. Rites Of Death Rites of death Rites of undeath We're falling We're falling down I told you we're into deep Transfer life into what's dead The act of human playing God Redoing the acts of medieval Witchcraft and the worship of dead We're falling, we're falling down From our throne, so supposedly high When we confront the power great The might of our own creator Transfer life into what's dead The act of human playing God The rites of undeath Is the testament of our own death 2. Old Times Cruelty Enter the halls of distant memory Feel your previous actions once again Your lies and deceit Your hate and long lost love Walk through the hallway of you past Sense the evil like a whip from beyond The doors keep on forever Possibility is endless Wander through one of the bronzecovered doors And feel the weaves of old times cruelty Run from the darkness, the endless void And get yourself cornered by the demons of fear Running and screaming through these ancient halls The presence of something unseen carries on Of old time cruelty the past haunts you of old times cruelty ...save me... The regrets of all actions that you've done before has now turned it's way back to you The demons from the past haunts your soul Walk through the hallway of your past sense the evil, like a whip from beyond the doors keep on forever possibility is endless 3. Via Dolorosa Your ideals are wicked and deceiving how can you find peace you seek the righteous, but find the void Die by the sword of live by the book Glimpse your death within the scunt seek the righteous, find the truth the book of eternal youth Of generations cold as stone, you wander still awaiting your inevitable death your quest has ended where it began But is there really a life for me is there a place to dwell pleasures of the flesh vio dolorosa Of fear and despair, you've wandered of hatred and grief, you've slaughtered I've seen you in your darkest hour I know you as myself But is there really a life for me... Via dolorosa, memento mori In you I've found my nothing in you I can't hide my pain in you my love has gone in you I've kept my cold Captor of sin, you've stolen my past via dolorosa I've wasted my life for you My hate you create My blood is water my life means nothing my warmth has vanished 4. Raade [instrumental] 5. The Crown I Carry The grip no longer holds When passion abandons The bonds no longer clutch And the rope screams you name A path of daggers But where to step A hallway of illusions Of what was Duty heavy as a mountain The battle draws near Your shoulders carry many Still death seems remarkably void You wonder fate in lack of faith What you consider luck, may be God's will A wanderer of the light will never die Before God gives his approval A path of daggers... The crown I carry as an aura above me Is the proof of who my saviour truly is My mute cries overheard My blindness is seen My tears washed away My feebleness became my strength Duty heavy as a mountain The battle draws hear Your shoulders carry many Still death seems remarkably void You wonder fate in lack of faith what you consider luck, may be Gods wil A wanderer of the light will never die Before God gives his approval A path of daggers... When love is lost, only hate will remain 6. Betrayed I am in pain I am... the cursed one Life is not what it was meant to be What I didn't ask for has now turned my way Somewhere in a garden it all turned wrong Things I once believed in have now turned evil Yet I pray, "Deliver me from evil" But another spell pulled me away Will suicide break the ring of curse Tomorrow I'll be gone, so don't look for me I am lying on my death-bed, with chaos in my mind My life took more than it gave Betrayed and deceived I will now pass away And with the gun in my hand, my questions Are soon to be answered Will suicide break the ring of cure... Satan and god, the thought passes my mind Heaven and hell, it's not up to me If the Christians that I've seen Represent the true God of heaven Then it's not a place that I want to be But if I'm blinded, please open my eyes And help my now... Will suicide break the ring of cure Tomorrow I'll be gone, then you'll be all alone 7. Vale Of Tears The assembler of souls absorbs all within his reach His seemingly perpetual glance of doom Would even make the smallest of serenities breach As he rides he wind being the ghost of gloom Running darkness all around A knife in her hand Fall, rising, screaming the name of her beloved So weak, and so weary Something blackening her thoughts A cloud, a force, a weight Finding her true love lying in red Is this reality or just a vision in her head To be the knife as well as the wound Is all that concerns her Overwhelmed by a burden, like hordes of fear The obscurity of the vale of tears Grasping for safety, which lies all so near Incresent malice of the vale of tears Wandering oblivious in the foggy twilight Shades of an obelisk shines so bright Incredulous thoughts, bewildering her mind Is there really a god to find Halting through the darkest of forests The obese and extraneous at her tail This haunting, lingering to the extreme She is about to quail Then a formless mass of black, went skyward Stars began to fade behind a veil of dark blue velvet She stopped, she listened, nothing Silence, an eternity passed The silhouettes of something unseen, a presence 8. The Return The art of the Y Is the excellence of X Corroding is for autumn Renewing is for spring The art of the Y Is the excellence of X Corroding is for autumn Renewing is for spring Recovering of the dead Impossible for the living The making of a copy Is destruction of mankind The earth is in it's autumn The leaves have hit the ground Corroding this earth is dying Not knowing, you'll face the end The coming of Christ Is the return of X The art of the Y Is in the new spring 9. As I Die My hands in the open wound The knife clutches near The blood of my veins spread out My flesh become soiled This desperate act of loss The pain of knowing why My mind slips into a blur Upcoming questions... as I die Forever in search of the truth I find myself puzzled Don't you feel the urge The passionate flow The endless collision Of purity and evil Since we're of the flesh We are to realize That mankind must end If purity will prevail Forever in search of the truth I find myself puzzled ... as I die Don't you feel the urge The passionate flow The endless collision Of purity and evil Since we're of the flesh We are to realize That mankind must end If purity will prevail Death is my goal / Death, set me free In my living hell, I can no longer be Please bring me back home Where I can be free 10. Mitt Hjerte [instrumental]