Evilfeast Lost Horizons of Wisdom 1. Algol's Northern Lights The skyline wide expanded awaiting the rite of entering Involving the mightiest force to absorb the particle Heralded by the obtoe-angular great mouth of immensity The single ego imbibes into universe dark Far north, the throbbing lights A demister as resting on the meridian Of the pillars that maintain the infinity As far as the perceptions capacity reaches The Algol¡¯s half-range still stands beyond Yet the light may blacken as the icicle may scald Something our breadth of glance makes inaccessible There, a thousands of platonian things themselves Or just a dimension of inconceivable notions The spheres where I fulfill the Wesensschau Lurking to swallow the universe Or a nominalism enchanted Within threefold dialectical comprehension As I enter the northern astral kingdom My soul becomes the mirror that reflects the world¡¯s entrails. 2. Grim Spirit, The Forest Wanderer I don't dwell here despite the apparent dwelling Truly in dense malevolent abode Feeling the presence's as inhaling effluvium So I left the pit years ago To regain at the sanctified zone Far beyond the domain of human stench I obtained the keys to the gate of great mystery The forest kingdom now extends before my sight A vertical hierarchy impersonates the rising might From the carpet of floral dunnage that invites my feet To the skies growing grey with sinister clouds Veiling the timid rays of luminosity Midway appears the main thickness Of my old wooden companions Let the woods reject due to proceeding fall The lonely wanderer 3. Cages Of Cold Despondency The cage is grimly cold yet in the space of purity Hidden in mine forestland desolate Sink thy mind's eye seizing the width Vast fount of time, swallow thine source Drowning in the aeons grasp I recede far into endless fields Alas no present shall indemnify What each moment deprives from yesteryears They darken of the oblivion's dust Fixed to the walls at the reality's bound Beware of entering the dark realm As there the inmost hatred reigns Attachment of life restrained to vanity These chilling halls testify the ravaged soul I summon the old wolves To captivate my affectable sphere The night evokes hunger As the consuming force emerges from the mist The sorrow and wrath intertwined to ill sign Announcing the funeral of hope for the weak I've made me a cell of singular force To haunt with the beloved negative gale 4. My Tower Among The Timeless Mountains Again I took a glance at the opposite chine Where abdicating sun left its last sigh of agony The shivering response at the lunar kingdom The malediction to unfold myself From the highest tower I submerge into pondering To penetrate behind the facade Where the monstrosity arose in immemorial ages Strewed into soil of the incapacity conscience Adorned with the garment of clods pretending gems A custom hoisted to the absurd level Of platitudes anyhow obscure I stir the mountain storm to heavenly dissidence An overthrowing winds of defiance to the usurpation Since internal repugnant antilogy Revealed between each of chain units I depart to the earthworms' bottom To behold the swarm rising the temples The fear altars to praise the lord of craft destructive Beseech not to tread while wandering A response to ascending withdraw Into darker evilness chapel As the journeys turn oddly mystical Either I become the old forgotten tale Spoken silently by the distant winds In the mist-coated autumn dusk 5. Lost Horizons Of Wisdom From the mist evolved the face as old as the soil itself The emperor time yearning inwardly for the fallen realms Deplore what once the pillars were of monuments now gone To the skies I raise my summons of the cancelled ones The ancient woods joined the choir of bemoaning shades The oldest oak bent before the blood from earth's entrails Scattered funeral stars as thousand shrines of fallen glory Thirst of the herd has forced the noble souls into mourning The elders exiled to sail the immerse seas Towards the cold vast caverns of retirement On bereaved hills the gleaming advance temples grew Yet mouldering straightways as ours never did A dissolution overture proceeds Clear within hearing in the darkening halls Hateful scent announces the final Approaching of grim death's harvest Frayed banners risen Heralds of descension of the evening mist The ancient forestland wells of wise lure Once overwhelmed by the giant boulders Emerge in the night's afterglow as a tide of might Rebirth of heathen hammers A precious guest for a lost wisdom Honour, strength, the disturbing swords of compassion failure Spirit, pride, the phantoms of shallow inferior infamy Could the sea turn abounding in springs For the rivers flowing towards their wells Thus regain the empires bygone of long Even unveil the horizon heretofore lost GrimSpirit ‒ All Instruments, Vocals