Thalarion Hellium 1. Intro - Enter The Hellium [Instrumental] 2. Helliotica We are the damned - the strain and moil That death had washed from earthly toil Drawn down by tides of hell, we boil Like toads within a torrid slime. Our sins were great - a deadly charge And yet less heavy than our fate We pour through hell's alembic large Each soul transformed to vital hate The good that in our hearts remained By sin untainted, now is one With vileness cankeringly ingrained By earth and hell we stand undone. For that which earth unfinished left The consummation of the pit From out the insuperable cleft To where its lords presiding sit. And watch with contestless sight We burn, by double test refined To clearest evil - purged quite Of good or mercy from the mind. Our souls are linked to vast despair As to some nadir-founded rock Where never hope descends to mock Beyond the dip of terrene air. We heighten to a hate that beats In rage all impotently strong Against the worlds that league with wrong Whose pain each other's pain completes. Would our gate were hands to draw The lords of earth and hell beneath! Would our hate were venomed teeth To rend them through their mail of law! Would that we might cleave with hate The roof and base, and walls of hell Wrench at its pillars till they fell With ruin indiscriminate! Immovable it stands, with springs Of fire to tear its inward glooms Where from, ascending high, our fumes Are breath of incense to its kings. 3. Witch Dance Between the windy, swirling fire And all the stillness of the moon Sweet witch, you danced at my desire Turning some weird and lovely rune As in the sabbat's ancient round With strange and subtle you went And toward the heavens and toward the ground Your steeple-shapen hat was bent As in the sabbath's ancient round And toward the heavens and toward the ground Upon the earth your paces wrought A circle such as magicians made And still some hidden thing you sought With hands desirous, half afraid Your supple youth and loveliness A glamor left upon the air Whether a stronger magic there What darkling and demonian lord In fear or triumph, did you call? Ah! Was it then that you implored With secret signs equivocal Your fingers, on the smoke and flame Moved in the mysterious conjuring You seemed to call a silent name And lifted like an outstretched wing. Sweet witch you conjured forth my heart To answer always at you will! Like merlin, in some place apart It lies enthralled and captive still. 4. Quest All beneath a wintering sky Follow the wastrel butterfly With vermilion leaf or bronze Tatters of gorgeous gonfalons With the winds that always hold Echo of clarions lost and old We must hasten, hasten on Toward the azure world withdrawn. We must wander, wander so Where the ruining roses go Where the poplar's pallid leaves Drift among the gathered sheaves. In that harvest none shall glean Where the twisted willows lean In their strange, tormented woe Seeing, on the streamlet's flow Half their fragile leaves depart Where the secret pines at heart High, funereal, vespertine Guard eternal sorrows green We shall follow, we shall find Haply, ere the light is blind The moulded place where beauty lay Moon-beheld until the day. In the woven windlestrae Or the pool of tourmaline Rimmed with golden reeds, that was In the dawn a tiring-glass For her undelaying mein Ever wander, wander so Where the ruining roses go All beneath a wintering sky Follow the wastrel butterfly Follow the wastrel butterfly All beneath a wintering sky Ever wander, wander so Where the ruining roses go. 5. Singer In The Mist At birth a witch lain on me monstrous spells And I have trod strange highroads all my days Turning my feet to grey, unholy ways I grope for stems of broken asphodels. High on the rims of bare, fiend-haunted fells I follow cloven tracks that lie ablaze And ghosts have led me thorugh The moonlight'a haze To talk with demons in the granite hells I am the singer in the mist Lost and alone Seas crash upon dragon-guarded shores Bursting in crimson moons of burning spray And iron castles open to me their doors And serpent-women lure with harp and lay The misty waves shake now to phantom oars Seek not for me, I sail to meet the day. 6. ...And Mine Journey Continues Nothing is truth, sermons illusionary Details outrun in abnormality Words empty of meaning Mystery rises only where ignorance rules Beholding silent arrival Thoughts marching slowly Receiving my mind's reflections Notions incomprehensible Analyzing my inner hyperspace Oxblood floes from down above Concluding overgod principles My pleasures overbreach the darkest desires Returning... back in time I live it once again Dreaming... in a morbid way My visions become so strange Guess what's my mystery I am touchable, I am true Path is to be revealed And my journey continues Aeons by aeons through the spectral soul Passed all your gods with crystal clear mind And I've bowed to none As I am lord of all imaginable No king, no master, no god, I rule myself alone In my cyclopean dreams I've created all by my own image. 7. Revealing The Sarnath Stepping through my dream to the hyperspace Entering the cosmic fog of universe Tumbling into the deep abyss of darkness Departing to the outermost black wasteness Bottomless ocean is pulling me down Strongest windstorm is sweeping me Walking where the ground Has no evident contours Walking where I can reveal The Sarnath's enchantment. Across the gates burning so blaze Where Ze-Kalar funs the magic flames Across the endless valleys out of sight Where Tamash stirs the silver dust Across the bewitched waters Of springs slowly drying up Where Lobin sings the silent songs Of forbidden worlds. Across the countless magic gardens, Esoteric and widespread As far as the towers of Sarnath rise, Forever and ever Walking the ground, untrodden and strange Beholding the sky, sinister but charming Breathing the air, so heavy but clear Revealing the Sarnath, hidden 'neath the surface Out of my dream, but not losing ground Let the deepest sleep is my companion Across the land without the bounds Across the eternity towards the Sarnath 8. The Way Of King Gleaming shell of an autumn lie Fable of right divine You gained your crowns by heritage But blood was the price of mine The throne that I won by blood and sweat By Perun, I will not sell For promise of valleys filled with gold Or threat of the halls of hell When I was a fighting man The kettle-drums they beat The people scattered gold dust Before my horse's feet The way of the king But now I am a great king The people hound my track With poison in my wine-cup And dagger at my back The way of the king What do I know of cultured ways The gilt, the craft and the lie? I, who was born in a naked land And bred in the open sky The subtle tongue, the sophist guile They fail when the broadswords sing Rush in and die, dogs, I was a man before I was a king 9. I Am... I am the throne in the foot I am the blur in the sight I am the worm at the root I am the thief in the night I am the rat in the wall The lepper that leers at the gate I am the ghost in the hall Herald of horror and hate I am the rust on the corn I am the smut on the wheat Laughing man's labor to scorn Weaving a web for his feet I am canker and mildew and blight Danger and death and decay The rot of the rain by night The blast of the sun by day I warp and wither with drouth I work in the swamp's foul yeast I bring the black plague from the south And the leprosy in from the east. I rend the flowers from the hemlock boughs Wine stepped in the petals of dooms Where the fat black repents drowse I gather the upas blooms I have plumbed the northern ice For a spell like frozen lead In lost grey fields of rice I have learned from mongol dead. Where a bleak black mountain stands I have looted grisly caves I have digged in the desert sands To plunder terrible graves Never the sun goes forth Never the moon glows red But out of the south or the north I come with the slavering dead I come with hideous spells Black chants and ghastly tunes I have looted the hidden hells And plundered the lost black moons. There was never a king or priest To cheer me by word or look There was never a man or beast In the blood-black ways I took There were crimson gulfs unplumbed There were black wings over a sea There were pits where mad things drummed And foaming blasphemy There were cast ungodly tombs Where slimy monsters dreamed There were clouds like blood-drenched plumes Where unborn demons screamed There were ages dead to time And lands lost out of space There were adders in the slime And a dim unholy face Oh, the heart in my breast turned stone And the brain froze in my skull But I won through, I alone And poured my chalice full Of horrors and dooms and spells Black buds and bitter roots From the hells beneath the hells I bring you my deathly fruits. 10. Realm Of Perfect Visions When the night will bring a while of my end I will fulfill my fate in the hands of death The only thing filling my heart Is a desire to see you dying with me As if forgotten are the whiles When I am floating In the bondage of simple mystery From the other side My senses ane failing, dying away And I am tasting the bitterness Of my last breath Follow me and I will follow you Into my realm of perfect visions That will change our journey Through the underworld And we'll see ourselves twisting In a whirl of our desires It's too late to touch tomorrow No ray of hope, bleeding memories Try the bitter fruit of senseless decay We shall die in out arms, side by side 11. Said The Dreamer Said the dreamer My dreams were nests or horror, Whimsey-wrought With orts and shreds From old abysses brought Where eyries built by condor-winged awe Enskied on somber pinnacles of thought Fantastical, I saw the visions shift Like bubbles that a titan's breath might lift Drowning in seas more deep than his despair Iron-colored, soon to shatter or to drift. Or like illuminated crystals Fallen from hands Of gods, that cloud interiorly with lands Of wider spheres exalted past the sun Or burst while thought In idle question stands Said the dreamer Conscious of gulfs in which I dared not gaze I passed on faltering and imperilled ways Through lands where hoary mountains Danced and roared To baleful pygmeis piping hellish lays The flames that wait Against the end of things Where light and limit to my wanderings Through deserts bleaching Like the bones of death Aback I fled, and faltered on spent wings In night cimmerian, thronged with sorceries Where lightnings flamed On empty sands and seas Or feared the leopard crough of pallid shapes In saracenic arches of black trees. Then in the dream I dreamt that time was done Light still endured, Whose touch I might not shun Though at my back I heard the lips of night Puff out the flaring flambeau of the sun Said the dreamer I leaned from some black precipice, To see the pits beneath, One came, not far from me To hurled therein the sockets of the stars And shells of worlds that rattled emptily.