Glorior Belli
The Great Southern Darkness
1. Dark Gnosis
So tell me now dear soul,
Are we truly redeemed?
For we ate from the tree
And were granted knowledge,
Yet we must walk the path
Of self divinity and shatter
All forms of cosmic illusions.
Hence we step across
The great southern darkness,
That gift of pure freedom,
Eternal and unbound.
The fall of the vessels
Was well formulated;
High on the ancient skies
The stars all point to death!
We are the enemies
Of limiting structures,
The fervent destroyers
Of all that is holy.
Victorious and forceful,
We are the challengers
O my fiery soul, of the one demiurge!
2. Secret Ride To Rebellion
Or She-Yesh Bo Mahshavah!
Beacon of the nightside
(Archetype of anti-existence)
Counter light of the vile creation,
Degeat the lies of cosmic existence!
The essence of our souils
Stems from the abyss of evil
In accordance with the dark gods
We manifest our true nature,
And summon the thought-less light,
In outbursts of forbidden wisdom!
The essence of our souls
Resembles an angry wolf
At night when evil dreams in swarms
Intensify our true nature,
We summon the thought-less light,
In outbursts of acosmic prayers!
We call upon thee,
Lucifer! Antinomian father
Enlighten the acavsal path,
On a secret ride to rebellion!
We call upon thee,
Azrael! O horned one
Awaken the fiery self,
On a secret ride to rebellion!
3. They Call Me Black Devil
They call me black devil,
Prince of sins and many more...
For I am the adversary,
The bringer of eternal sight
They call me black devil,
King of lies and many more...
For I am the antithesis,
The bearer of acosmic light
I am the greatest curse
Of limiting structures
Humming through the deserts
A secret that sets free
The weapons that I forge
Are crafted with the flame
That consumes all the forms
Of the cavsal system
The ritual that I sing
Is attuned with the flame
That annunciates trouble
For the divine mistake
For when I truly manifest
Yet hardly make my presence known
In that moment the universe
Slips through endless dark horizons!
4. Negative Incarnate
I carry in the depths of my daimonic soul
Thy essence as a plague for the cosmic disgrace
Life is - nothing else but a dry cosmic shell
Surrounded by the seas of primordial chaos
From behind the nervous curtains
Of my trembling cosmic prison,
The dark gods are firmly waiting
Filled with hatred for the cosmos;
Outside the frame of creation,
Lies the darkest of all secrets,
The magick of the queen dragon
Awaits for us to crush the gates!
I carry on the depths of my daimonic soul
Thy essence as a plague for the redundant farce
Life is - nothing else but a dry cosmic shell
Surrounded by the seas of primeval darkness
I am the pale figure hidden in a black cloack
Wandering the deserts to summon up evil!
I bring the secret holes,
To this disgraceful realm,
By which a thousand years of blood
And strain escape!
5. Bring Down The Cosmic Scheme
We are of archonic nature,
So strange and deeply afflicted!
And yet we embrace the consequences
Of this grotesque farce
For we will defeat and bring down
The cosmic scheme!
Chant for the triumph of chaos
And tear down the sordid temples;
Bid the forces of the nightside
Through many ways of intrusion.
Yet the divine spark should now be restored
To the initial misery,
For we will defeat and bring down
The cosmic scheme!
My eyes from which the lies
Have fully departed,
Remain raised to the sky,
As if they are looking,
Beyond the causal law
And confining systems,
Staring at the black light
Beyond the cosmic plan.
6. The Great Southern Darkness
I longed and waited for that very day
When I would break my cage of clay
For far too long I have endured
Enslaving spells of the demiurge
Tis smile they fake while we celebrate Satan
Tis life they crave while we glorify Satan
Hence I step across,
The great southern darkness!
That gift of freedom,
Eternal and unbound.
The break of the vessels
Was well orchestrated, High on ancient skies
The stars all point to death.
7. The Foolhardy Venturer
When Earth in its young prime languished with grotesqueness
Where solely wicked chimes loudy would resonate
A challenging saraph whose chants force hearts to break
Had divine glory found in sordid depths unknown
He reached a place so down he felt his wings perish
Crawling through desperate lands, not knowing night from day
For so long he remained dormant in such grey lairs
But never will ignore the essence of his strife
Painting a mournful world, by fierce natures engulfed
And from that brave journey a very beast was born
Sometimes he asks himself is truth still deafening
But then he laughs in panic of delight Satanic
Howling by the moonlight:
Father, I've raised you to renown
And laud your thousand names to despicable crowds
But had I wished to bring you down, revealing your secrets
Your shame would surely match your questionable pride
And without fame you'd be but a fool to deride!
Then thought no more, for suddenly his logic failed
Silence and utter night has become his temple
When Earth in its young prime withered with deviousness
Where solely blatant chimes would resonate
A confronting seraph whose chants could enlighten
Had divine glory found in a darkness that burns
8. Per Nox Regna
9. The Science Of Shifting
I'm traveling the road to ruin
It leads to my transformation.
I am the scion of ecstasies
Misplaced in mundane dimensions
Tie the clove hitch tightly 'round me
Lest my soul be cleaved.
Seek a tree whose roots delve deeply,
Nourished by long-forgotten deeds,
And lash me there eternally.
To a maddening melody
I've inherited the calling
Of the accursed initiates
Drawn to secret incantations
And evocations of the damned
A thief of tomes of stolen truths,
I've crossed the spiritual abyss
All that I have ever beheld Ceases to matter or endure.
The former world in which I've dwelled
So shamelessly wrecked asunder.
Saturated by black visions...
Oily and viscous intrusions...
Sensing the scourge of centuries
So viscerally in gloaming...
Soiled, misshapen, I am shifting,
With my eyes secretly lifting
Black revelations I have sought
See what wisdom this bane has wrought:
So erdite, so pure, iimbued
With arcane knowledge of the dead...
Malady of the mind ensues
Lest lucidity deals me dread.
Tie the clove hitch tightly 'round me
Lest my soul be cleaved.
Seek a tree whose roots delve deeply,
Nourished by long-forgotten deeds,
And lash me there eternally.
To a maddening melody
10. Chaos Manifested
11. Horns In My Pathway
I'm on my way to the Devil
He grabs a handful of my hair
And awakens the divine flame
That secretly runs through my veins
The fiend, his deal filled with splendors, with giant fists beats me the harder.
And I, the dark soul always answer "Such is the will of my master"
Light up your horns, sharpen your senses
Transcend the binding laws of the cosmic plan
The true delight that lasts forever
Happens when you get rid of the demiurge
Forge the weapons of liberation
Overpass the limits of the cosmic frame
The only laugh that lasts forever
Follows the destruction of the demiurge
I'm on my way to the Devil
Hundreds shall come to pay respects
To the great lord, as he expects
For we feel so deadly obsessed
The fiend, his deal filled with splendors, with giant fists beats us the harder.
And we, the dark souls always answer "Such is the will of our master"
For what can awaken the beast so soon,
Whose sleep has been taken beneath the cold moon
As the spells which winds of witchery may cast
The rythmical number 666 will exhort him to rise!
Julien ‒ Vocals, Guitars
Gionata ‒ Drums
Davide ‒ Bass
Björn ‒ Guitars
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