Gardens Of Gehenna Mortem Saluta 1. Nebelmond When angels draw the pentagram and satan says the rosary, when the gates of hell are frozen and heaven burns eternally. when day and night become a union become a single ,gloomy tone, when all of your thoughts wear mourning, it is november - nebelmond. It is the time when witches dance, behind the burning clouds the demons wait to change your wishes into curses and all is mould and all's decay. The summer left, the autumn died and snow's white shrouds will cover soon the earth and all that now is rotting, nebelmond - pale misty moon. Your inner self wants to break free but it is trapped, no chance to leave; now panic spreads its gory wings, you're drowned in sorrow, pain and grief. Grey and damp the world is fading behind a haze of frozen tears, the angels draw the pentagram, nebelmond - time of fear. 2. Beyond The Gates Of Dusk Beyond the night, deep in the darkness i'm waiting,hidden from the light to show you foreign lands of horror, to be your guide into the night. I show you realms you've never heard of, where mountains meet a bloody sky, where fallen angels gorge the corpse, where shadows grow... A world belonging to sleep, to dreams and their inhabitants. A world abysmal cruel and evil, full of your curses descendants. This world and also what's beyond arises from your imagination, but the forces that you dread won't come without an invocation. Consider well what you desire, maybe your wishes become true and anything you once imagined, you'll meet again and again... In the world belonging to sleep, to dreams and their inhabitants. A world abysmal cruel and evil, full of your curses descendants. There is an endless stairway down to the dungeon of your mind, and you should walk quite cautiously if you don't know what you will find. There are borders which you shouldn't cross, unless you know you're strong enough, on your journey into the void, when you have passed the gates of dusk... To the world abysmal cruel and evil, full of your curses descendants. 3. Blood You'd better stayed at home tonight. You'd better locked your door and prayed. You'd better listened to their warnings. You'd better never crossed my way. Moonless nights fraught with desaster are baleful times to prove you're brave. Darkness bears the unspeakable- different,dreadful and depraved. From your blood I got my time. I drink your horror thoroughly. I feast on your agony. From your life I suck my eternity. The world you've known you're leaving now to death or to the other side. So make your choice wheather you will fade or come with me to rule the night. Let's walk the universe together. Take my gift, become immortal. Drink my blood, be my mate- don't hesitate to pass the portal. Darkness will be enlightening us. Loneliness will be exalting us. If earthly vanity is bound the spirit rises, proud, free and vast. 4. Those Who Walk The Shadows It's not the river that flows, but the water. It's not the years that pass, but we do. Between wind and water, between the devil and the deep blue sea, we hope for comfort from the beyond. We call forth spirits anxiously to tell us that our world will last or tell us there's a place to stay when the universe is lost and paradise so far away. The dawn of Doom will unveil the unknown from the other side. Those who walk the shadows, those who walk the night. Ravens and rats, crows and bats, sent ahead as their myrmidons, tell of darkest times to come. And tales and legends will prove true at the end of our dominion, at the setting of the century, at the end of our millenium The dawn of doom will unveil the unknown from the other side. Those who walk the shadows, Those who walk the night. 5. Mortem Saluta Mortem saluta, Cry, beauty,cry, no-one can hear you. Pray, precious, pray. For a sudden end, precious, pray. Peritura mortem saluta. Secrets you have told me and dreams I've trusted in turned to plagues and demons and they haunt me and they grin. They're like a touch of darkened wings. They demand a sacifice. They can't be banished from my brain and they laugh at me again. Mortem saluta, Cry, beauty,cry, no-one can hear you. Pray, precious, pray. For a sudden end, precious, pray. Peritura mortem saluta. The higher you fly, the deeper is the fall. Teh more you have had, the less stays at all. If never you laughed, then never you'll mourn. You'll never be lonely, if you've ever been alone. Mortem saluta, Cry, beauty,cry, no-one can hear you. Pray, precious, pray. For a sudden end, precious, pray. Peritura mortem saluta. 6. Iconoclasm Not every life ends with death, some banes outlast the endless sleep. Sometimes the spirit is too strong, sometimes emotions are too deep. I scorn you past the end of life and still from the depth of deepest hell I'll spit forth my hate against you, mighty and irrevocable. Here I stand, upright I'll die. I won't submit to anyone. I won't share servility. I'm called to account by myself or no-one. To bear witness of the truth , I call my life, my agony. My tears shall hallow my promise, I curse you for eternity. You cowards, you toadies. Me I'm God I'm Satan I am you're not worthy of touching my shadow as long as you follow your hams. Here I stand, upright I'll die. I won't submit to anyone. I won't share servility. I'm called to account by myself or no-one 7. Prophecy You'll talk to the wolves, have the eyes of the night, the tongue of the ravens, you'll have the second sight. You'll hear the trees whisper to the stars and the moon about the great alterations coming up soon. The eminence of darkness you will understand, you'll be part of the secret that will outlast the land. I tell your fortune. Hunter and hunted you'll be. Death and Tower and Swords are your destiny. When the earth will burst open to wolve down the light to spit forth its bowels into the vast night. When heaven and hell and earth will be burning you will have foreseen it, waiting for it, yearning. But you will not perceive what the signs mean at all that you're insignificant and will perish and fall. I tell your fortune. Hunter and hunted you'll be. Death and Tower and Swords are your destiny. 8. Nebelmond (DAS ICH remix) Wenn Engel schwarze Messen halten und der Teufel Psalmen singt, wenn die Hölle eisig wird und der Himmel Feuer fängt, wenn Tag und Nacht zur Einheit werden in einem tristen, schweren Ton, wenn Gedanken Trauer tragen ist November - Nebelmond. Es ist die Zeit, da Hexen tanzen, Dämonen lauern überall, aus guten WÜnschen werden Flüche, es riecht nach Moder und Zerfall. Der Sommer ist schon längst vergangen, der Herbst blieb nicht vom Tod verschont, der Leib der Erde rottet vor sich hin - es ist November - Nebelmond.