Malist
			In the Catacombs of Time

1. Venture into Life


2. Agony (To No Avail)

There is no god, but only devil.
No revelation from below.
Reality is but a cavern
With false existance to travail.

Agony (to no avail),
Suffering (in vain).

Tenebrous rifts and pillars of stone,
Stygian halls we all traverse,
Malefic creatures lurk in darkness,
They rip our flesh and drink the blood.

Agony (to no avail),
Suffering (in vain).


3. Spiritual Oppression

My will is driven
By all the evil
Spirits
Presiding over the universal dark.

My soul is taken
By disillusioned
Kindred,
Stretched and entwined 'round trees of vows.

They twist and turn
To their advantage
The mind
Of every architect.

Deprived of my essence
For every creature's sake,
Left with a mere vestige
Is this enough to live?

Pragmatic lure
Or lack of choices
To put your heart
In their right place.

My will is driven
By all these vicious
Beings
With demiurge obliquities of mind.

My soul is taken
By disenchanted
Allies.
They only want another thrall in sight.

Deprived of my essence
For every creature's sake,
Left with a mere vestige
Is this enough to live?


4. Forlorn and Cold

Alone within this kingdom
So vast, forlorn and cold,
I slowly pierce the darkness,
Shall meet my end in time.

This idle room never ends,
No torch bright enough to defeat the blackness.
(yet) Something shall wait on the edge,
A sign to explain why we all still suffer.

Something shall wait on the edge,
A sign to explain why we all still suffer

In this realm forlorn and cold.


5. Uniformity

Among these ghosts I walk
Groping my way in the dark.
Taking a path long lost,
Recalling the bewitching eyes.

In the catacombs of time
The ghosts still gaze about.
Indifferent to your call,
Begetting uniformity.

The voice so bleak and dry,
It comes from shadows' depths.
Mundane yet very distant,
Sound of a tongue once known.

(I have heard
This voice
I have seen
These eyes.)

I have heard
This voice
I have seen
These eyes.

I have walked
This road,
I have borne
These scars.

Here everything's the same
Forgotten means entombed.
The dead will never rise
The ghosts lie by the corpses.

In the catacombs of time
The ghosts still gaze about.
Indifferent to your call,
Begetting uniformity.


6. Food for the Flames

Limbs clutched,
I'm one with the arms.
Glass eyes
Witness tragedy.

Battlefield,
A quintessence of malism.
Need to kill
Every last one around me.

My craft
Is to be put to death.
Life's lie
Needs to be maintained.
In truth -
I perished long ago,
Together with the lost and hollow.

Pale face,
Worms crawl at my feet.
Blood stains
Cover the loose skin.

My craft
Is to be put to death.
Life's lie
Needs to be maintained.
In truth -
I perished long ago,
Together with the lost and hollow.

My craft
Is to be put to death.
To live
Is only to pretend.
In truth -
I perished long ago,
Together with the lost and hollow.

I'm food for the flames.


7. En bitter längtan

Sorg
Är min tröst.
Liv,
En bitter längtan.

Jag finner ingen lisa
I mina ord av bekännelse.
Själen kommer ingenstans
När den är så syndig.

Jag vill dra mig undan
I mina förlusters värld.
Och du, du gör en grimas
Full av harm, motvilja och skam.

Vad driver mig och ger mig vingar,
Vad tränger in i mitt onda sinne,
Är det smärta som jag söker?
Är det smärta som jag saknar?


Sorg
Är min tröst.
Liv,
En bitter längtan.


8. Hymn of the Karst Realm

Chalk cliffs, freezing clime,
Cenote divine.
Nature of Karst endows us with faith.

Land rich in its rites,
Infidel ignites.
All traitors of Karst shall die in flames.

Long live the mighty Karst realm!
Fight the ego men crave!
Long live the mighty Karst realm!
One for all and all for none!

The wielder of might,
Thine foes in fright.
All hail the darkness and join the fight.

To each his own cave,
Own banner to wave.
King rules the Karst Realm with his iron hand.

Long live the mighty Karst realm!
Fight the ego men crave!
Long live the mighty Karst realm!
One for all and all for none!


9. Violated by Nothingness

I'm at the edge of this cold land,
And staring down into the void.
The truth so sharp, cutting my mind.
Years of oppression, all for none.

The mind frosts over,
Violated by nothingness.

There must be something underneath,
Futility leads to one's bane.
The vial of vacuousness drove me
Through all the bitterness and pain.

I've walked this road all alone.
The pit of blackness draws me on.
Maybe once there, I'll come to know
The secrets kept by the horned one.

Forward across the edge of sanity,
Falling through the morbid reality.


10. Ever After