Cirith Gorgor Unveiling The Essence Conquering the shadowworld (Lyrics: Marchosias) Wandering draped in smothered moonlight Distant memories consume my mind Amidst these blackened ancient woods The profound smell of grievance slumbers Unfolding dreams seem vague but still As the fields of old draw near And these mountains I still recognise (Bloodstained memories emerge) "I see a maiden, young and fair, falling lifeless to the ground A gleam once touched her face and hair yet now is nowhere to be found Slain by black, audacious steel, her earthly ties are torn Hatred chose her fate to seal through this malicious scorn" A flash turns fire into stone The gruesome dark of night weighs stronger Striding forth through veils of fog Unable to conquer my shadowworld A sudden outburst lights the sky Reveals the tortured ground I stand Once again my body trembles And longhidden visions come to mind "I see her face cast into stone, engraved in darkness since that day Under a moon so blue and roan her purest splendour fades away But behold a cosmic sign as swirling clouds pass by A new-born, bright star burns in line and lightens up the astral sky" After all these years that passed Here over the fields of old I stumble upon an ancient stone The air around it dead and cold Suddenly all is clear to me As the shadowworld opens its gates once more Unveiling The Essence (Lyrics: Astaroth Daemonum) ...A starlit path Leads me to a darker place Which shall reveal to me its true face Its mask it wore too long... Of grotesque forests and ancient trees Grinning faces carved in wood The scars of time mark their shadows Yet young in an infinite way they stood Unveiling the essence of majesty and pride As if it was a strange mist over all land Which flees with the rays of a new dawn Still knowing that it will be overruled by a new night Is it melancholy that is lurking behind every stone The subtle embodiment of yearning and death Overshadowing life like a night so eternal Causing all meaning to cease, so it seems Or shaping a new state of perception and dreams Craving to dethrone all elements That in perilous ways hide and cloak Grinning invincible, darkness impenetrable Yet drowning in knowing its fate That once the true essence will be unveiled ...Like the rays of a new dawn Yet night is the hunter for all... Bellum Germanicum (Lyrics: Nimroth) In memory of the Germanic tribes whose spirit still burns in me, And will never fade away, hail to thee "Bezit sterft, families sterven Jijzelf zult sterven als zij Maar één ding weet ik, dat eeuwig leeft De heldenroem van de dode." From this grey land of mist and rain Batavian blood still flows through my veins Barbarism, is what I adore Time after time, it leads me to war. "Veni, vidi, vici..." Is what you said old Roman emperor Ik kwam, ik zag en overwon Is what we say today... ha ha Reunited Germanic tribes Proud and strong, like we've never been away. Batavieren, Eburonen, Nerviërs, Friezen en Teutonen, Verenigt u en sta als één Want angst, dat kennen wij voor geen!!! Germanic tribes unite your forces Take up your arms and ride your horses Raise your swords engraved with (mighty) runes Perpare yourselves when you hear the battle tunes Impetuous, stormy and combative Will lead us to apocalyptic violence Totally controlled by a blind pugnacity Yes, that will be the "Bellum Germanicum" Just after that we will be free Oh... "Bellum Germanicum"... finally Ik kwam, ik zag en overwon Is what we say today... ha ha Reunited Germanic tribes Like we've never been away! "Bellum Germanicum" Northern spell of warcraft (Lyrics: Nimroth) Centuries have past But wars did never last Banners of war were raised And will be raised again An ever-recurring ritual So malicious, but inevitable When the northern spell of ice Turns skies into a crimson veil Our blood will crystallize Spell-bound by a wizard's seal Hatred in our eyes Warcraft never dies Poisoned world of lies Our warcraft never dies! With chain and axe in hand Fighting for, where from we descend Our forces will never last Equally wars from a distant past Infernal legions straight from hell Spell-bound by the northern spell Warriors of a black horizon Fighting until Armageddon Hatred in our eyes Warcraft never dies Poisoned world of lies Our warcraft never dies! Fires are raging Armageddon is fought A new dawn rises Like the ancient scalds taught Into a nightly silence (Lyrics: Lord Mystic) They are dark, the mystical purple shining skies Fictional reality images, that only the night has the power to create Blackening of the sun, the day slowly dies Feeling frozen as I stand, feeling the sinister ambiance This night made, not knowing what to await... Mysterious Beauty... the truth my dreams foretold An inner fire burns strongly within this shell of flesh And expels the outside cold The empires of a silent path, Leading through the infinite ways of my wrath Shining bright, her eyes in which I gaze, Dreams as prophecies reflecting in her face Sinking deeper and deeper into the silence of the night Embracing this moment being held in her might ...Reaching the depths of my soul... Those moments in the silence of the night, Wandering through a world beyond the knowledge of mankind Will these moments last eternally? Hear myself breathing... feel my heart pounding... its rhythm mesmerizes me Experiencing the night as it was meant to be Together alone standing aflame, overwhelmed by the powers of the night Body and soul bound together as one, and thoughts of times-to-come driven aside A life beyond, with the desires of dark passion shall be the whole, Timeless ways of the soul... Touched by the fire, now in my spirit engraved Undeniable, through this night forever enslaved In these moments in the silence of the night, I live in a world beyond the knowledge of mankind These moments shall last eternally A twilight serenade (Lyrics: Astaroth Daemonum) Through utter darkness we roam And we breathe the air of this autumn evening. So bright, the cold breeze fills our hearts with ice And we hear the trees whisper and the spirits sing. The perfume to smell is full of enchantment A warm secret surrounded by cold. And these woods are our own eternity Under a starry sky in a dream so old. Then, nightfall, enthralled by bloodthirst An eternal enigma, yet a hymn to those Who passionately roam, cloaked by the nightsky. Come on Bacchants, let us hunt in sigh. "Follow the Night-Hag, when call'd in secret Riding through the Air she comes Lur'd with the smell of infant blood, to dance With Lapland Witches, while the labouring Moon Eclipses at their charmes." Our crimson quickening, whispering through their veins Like the funeral winds whisper through the leaves. We will hunt them for eternity, our jewels come forth of their fear And we drink their spirits like wine, celebrating their misery. ...Every night we die in a passionate melancholy... The stormrulers (the art of megalomania) (Lyrics: Astaroth Daemonum) Prologue: Once there was a time When we would wander through landscapes Which seemed infinite under the light Of a sun that was to be murdered by the darkness of night Like a knife it cut us free Allowing us Earth's secrets to be seen The wind carries our soul through the air Sanguine creatures we have never been The way that lies ahead of us Is covered with mysterious melancholy Draped in nightly enigmas, only for us to see And long journeys we travel Their horses sweating when we arrive Our coming carves fear in their hearts And men weapon themselves in fright We are cloaked by darkness, under pitch-black skies And storms sweep over their lands Their steel is useless against our might Never again will it shine in the bleak moonlight The wind carries our soul through the air The east we'll destroy, the west will obey The north we'll possess, the south we will slay Leaving behind lands in decay Creating a morbid light on our path Wandering so exalts our existence We are the withering flowers on their grave ...And storms sweep over their lands... And long journeys we travel Their horses sweating when we arrive Our coming carves fear in their souls As our swords shine in the bleak moonlight Visions of a distant past INSTRUMENTAL ALL LYRICS © Cirith Gorgor