Slidhr White Hart! 1. The Temple Armoury "They poisened the spirit and poisened the sea They poisened the flesh and poisened the field But how ever cunning they tell who you are This poison is a weapon of war" Dust you are destined with nothing more to bleed The spirit barren as a thousand deserts All that has been and all that shall be Forever tormented as a stolen offering Rusted chains grow ever tighter As old as stone yet vastly colder Their is an old hunger Theirs is a god who shall feast Defy the spirit's gaoler Enter the temple armoury We hold the ancient ghosts within Coursing with rage through boiling blood Writhing frenzied twisted visions Maniacal howls of the suffering A face that burns vile and obscured With ancient hate in poisened pyres Ageless venom Stoker of the flame Defy the spirit's gaoler Enter the temple armoury Worlds torn asunder Worlds unborn through a sacred fear Lifeless heart bestowed on a lightless ghost misshappen soul The blaze that may have been is the blaze that never was Old blades for the sword age Old rage for the wolf age Severed are the lines of poison Erase the imparted fear From the milk of the mother we taste their blood From father's fire we heal 2. White Hart! Come forth from the thicket A beam of light from the messenger White hart White hart Fury of the otherworld White hart White hart Hand of the gods Ghosts they do proclaim Man shall clash in vein Return to your realm Vision of disease Sealed with an arrow Slain Know Speak Truth Beast of beyond This world's way What you have seen Knows no shades Bloodied arrow of the cursed The seething damned summon the twilight White hart White hart Fury of the otherworld White hart White hart A fool's contempt Ghosts they do proclaim Man shall clash in vein Return to your realm Vision of disease Dragged by the fallen to damnation Endtimes arise 3. Sacred Defiance No truth no honour Fork tongued warriors Your face is that of Janus This mask that you have borne Split by noble blades Scarred deceiver This mark 'til death is yours to bear Flaunt the shame Honour the stigma Sacred defiance Hallowed adversary In a realm of lies All paths bear the veil Behind the armour Hearts without valour Their words are weakness Their spirit cowardice With tainted blood They sow dead seed Delude not You are the enemy Defiant spirits thrive Stronger for the toil Over opposed Sacred senses Sacred spectre The will inviolable Wasteland of the weary The ages beneath our feet Broken bones of the righteous There is no union with emptiness Faithlessness 4. Trench Offering Parasite hands guide the host to doom A trench offering to madness Ghastly formation An empire of ghosts remain Fall into chaos One with the frenzy The spiral descends Fire is their way Summon the flames In sacred dirt you suffocate Ritual of your blood Scum of the hierarchy Bloodsoaked soil Fruitful for the lords Immolate Fuel for the fire of lunacy Ghastly formation Rats feast at the foot of their table Essence of an empire spent The line of souls sinks endlessly To feed ignoble laughter 5. What the Gauntlet Bestows Beg as you may for their crumbs Give thanks for the hour of relief Respite from the master's whip The shadow of the executioner What the gauntlet bestows What you grant to the sick This is truly your worth Cower lowly beneath To wallow in the mud As a servant of fear Streams of age old blood Spirits quenched in tears Flowing from the twisted vision Bless the heads of your infants Cursed to a life of toil An inherited weakness You cannot dishonour a vow you never swore Break the false oath Break the chains of the captor Will of the punisher Black cloud looms It's weight is destined Collapse to rain Witness loss Gravity strikes The poles of war The role of rites A glimpse from the eye Cold insight an eager grin That which shall be seized By a bloodied hand Scarred by toil A battered soul Thieves of old There is no mercy to show No light to impart Beyond iron gaze as light's rays To inverted worlds Perversion held aloft As a bloody flag Banner of scum A tattered emblem Relics of conquered gods Relics of conquered charlatans 6. The Bloodied Tongue He who does feast on that born of blood and semen The terror of the agony The flame extinguished He who does feed on what fuels this venom To poison the spirit Fortify the enemy The face of a beast and the axe of a man The self guided by the tyrant's hand The cycle of inexorable law The bloody mantra for the bloodied tongue Ghosts await The call of war Rites of slaughter To be reborn He who desires the serpent's touch To soothe the burns and elude the strike He who does seek to deceive the lords Must break the chains Strive for the pure The face of a beast and the axe of a man The self guided by the tyrant's hand The cycle of inexorable law The bloody mantra for the bloodied tongue Ghosts wander Beasts gather Walls crumble Divine thunder 7. Wall of the Reptile Rise from the deepest pit of ages Ravenous dragon master of slaves Skies darken as poison bleeds From a wounded earth severed by blades Forged in the minds of serpents To open the chasm of psychic war A monumental wall to block the light sacred Rot by human hands but by human lies Wall of the reptile Gazing below at wilting ghosts Eye of the beast keeper of woe Consecrate the fearful pierced by doom Cut from the body as rotting limb Meet the eye of filth with pure forth Poles clash with unyielding spirit All shall be unknown to those bequeathed Fuck you This wall cannot be scaled Lost hopeless Hear it call to the subjects The enchanted suffer As the eye in the wall Does guide it's children Into the desert Where the light that shines Does not reveal It merely burns Reduced to ash Are the chastised souls Writhing fools Once noble men The stone of another realm Smoke of a black flame To forge a new blade For the fist of a new crown 8. Hate's Noose Tightens Held aloft bloodied grip insolent opponent Eternal struggle is a noose A pit of tar Though this fight may be the end Gleefully we dance with death With only honour and a blinding flame Ultimate victory sanctified adversary Against against we must toil Through the grinding of teeth until night becomes day And the song of the bird is our only sign That the festering rage must consume our lives The coals of hatred that drive fists through walls Burning anger granting impossible strength Sever the rope when hate's noose tightens Between joy and misery The line of life and death The great balance Torture that animates For what use is fodder That has in their eyes turned? The sickness that follows the feast equals the hunger Famine and plague Who is truly the conquered? The golden blade May dine from empty plates