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The Deathcult Pt. II: Towards Haunted Shores
1. She Dwells the Moors
A noxious fume cloaks the Russian meadows in death.
- She dwells the moors
A frail pale figure ascends the cobbled pathway to Hell.
- A haunting guest
Cloaked and stumbling, she's a skeletal nymph struggling to reach the gates
Towards a dim lit portal to ultimately seal her fate.
'Come forth, my child. Now speak... What burdens thee?
Which suffering led you into submission?
Thy eyes, once bright, in arcane possession...'
'Father, Saviour... Forgive me,
for I have sinned.
Repentance, my hope, now gone...
Where do I even begin?'
She dwells the Moors
Maimed and gored
She dwells the moors
That Impious whore.
Hunted, endless cold nights of hiding
Banished, degraded, left to die
Alone, befouled, condemned
Countless prayers under nightly skies.
'Unanswered,
Have the gods left me to die?
My piousness, worthless...
Where is my Divine Guide?'
'Fear not, My Child... But why have you fallen into abandon?
Thy loins are pure and your heart is strong...
Always submissive to the will of Our Lord...
Why has your stature fallen?'
'There is a seed in me, father.
Incessantly growing... I can sense it's grotesque form.
Merciless, it's gnawing. With forked tongue.
Leeching on my insides.
I don't recollect the inception... Just a terrible slumber.
Opiates? A ritual inception? Sacrilege.
How could they, Father? I have been befouled.
Villagers, I reckon.
Filth.
'In the name of the father and the Holy Spirit.
I know this possession you speak of.
I was there. I must confess to the Divine.
It's true... My dearest.
You carry it... The monstrosity...
Our child.'
This cannot be, have You delivered this ordeal?
- She dwells the moors
This endless nightmare, this chasm filled by grief.
- A haunting guest
You have betrayed me father... Sacriligious worm.
Under the prentense of empathy... Your fate now lies conceiled.
She dwells the Moors
Maimed and gored
She dwells the moors
That Impious whore.
Henceforth she dwelleth onwards to her grave
A full moon burial and not at the stake.
She kneels down at the foot of the lake
Accepts the cold embrace by the arms of the seas.
Veiled in moss and sludge, she roams the lake
Instilling fear in their hearts
In the claws of trepidation
Perpetual darkness fell on the town by the water
She died to be born again
Blessed be, father
2. The Thing in the Deep
Comrades, fellow sinners, libertines
Condemned to the obscure…
Under the banner of death we steered
towards these haunted shores…
Adrift across the ocean
An ebony swarming mass
Our vessel, a decrepit coffin
Above The Thing in the Deep
These waves, incessantly striking
Roaring, crashing… Everlasting
In tune with the thing in the deep
Shapeless it patiently sleeps
A shadow below us in slumber,
brooding, lying, into hiding
In tune with the thing in the deep
In icy waters, and chasms it leers
As the silence turned into a low thundering roar, deep below us
The Thing moved in macabre slow motion.
Directing the waves, a brooding symphony
A baneful stench poisoned the November skies…
Rain and thunder
Procreate
Storm and hail
Fornicate
Walls of water
Out of breath
Grotesque downpour
Waltz of death
A shadow below us in slumber,
brooding, lying, into hiding
In tune with the thing in the deep
In icy waters, and chasms it leers
And suddenly
Abaft the beam
It did arise, from the deep.
Ruthlessly, taunting me
Suddenly, adrift at sea.
Abhorrent, maleficent
Churning waves
Malcontent
Evoked
From netherworlds
Jet black darkness
Gave it birth
The thing in the deep
The thing in the deep
The thing in the deep
adrift at sea
…
3. Three Spells
Into the abyss, drifting solemnly
Blissful anodyne haze
Lure of Netherworlds
Consumed by darkness
As serpents squirmed, emerging
In baneful sorrow drenched
As nightfall unfurled
Thelemic wisdom burning
Opium dazed nightmares
Morbid figures luring
Chtonian spirit lair
This tribulation, madness
Sorrow silenced, fast
Anaesthetic bliss
Hear, the spell is cast…
Come to me
Commander, Guide
Step forth and take my hand
The silver seraph perished
By devilish depths consumed
Step forth, arise o dark one
Three Spells to break the curse
Drink from the chalice of wisdom
Woe upon those souls unmoved
Heretic madness burning
Three spells, three oaths, three skulls
Transformations
Mutated monstrous figures
Amorph creatures staring
Eyeless, soulless, faceless.
Opium nightmares breeding
Phantasmagoric dreaming
Macabre psychosis leering
Three spells, three oaths, three skulls!
Ascension
Towards the spirit world
Beyond the realm of stars
In death we find rebirth
Immolation
Towards the spirit world
Beyond the realm of stars
In death we find rebirth
Transformations
Amorph creatures staring
Eyeless, soulless, faceless.
Transformations
Amorph creatures staring
Towards the spirit world
Transformations
Beyond the realm of stars
In death we find rebirth
Transformations
Beyond the realm of stars
In death we find rebirth
Transformations
In death we find rebirth
In death we find rebirth!
4. Towards Haunted Shores
A raven takes to the sky
A piercing shriek
the time is nigh
We sail across the seas
murk encroaches all
encroaches me
I ruined them one by one
silently, I bid my time
Until that day had come
Revenge so sweet, yet gone anon
Scholar of profane ways
Accuser of immoral decay
Wrecker of impertinent effigies
This is my name
This is my creed
A curse to be reprieved
This is my grace
Perdition comes apace
I wait
I watch
I hate
I roam
Towards Haunted Shores
Towards Haunted Shores
Dona eis dolorem aeternam!
Bundled, embalmed, leatherbound
a relic, morbid and abstruse
No eyes ever will behold
Convened therein, a fearful truth
A truth to loathe and to cherish
We crossed the moors and barren land
seven sordid ways to perish
wrath wrought by my hand
I wait
I watch
I hate
I roam
Towards Haunted Shores
Towards Haunted Shores
Dona eis dolorem aeternam!
Seven times I died myself
time and time and time again
Seven times I bid farewell
to humanity profane
On this trip I seek redemption
Tainted my soul a darker hue
For I have become number eight
Still this heart beats overdue
now I embark just one last time
the Loa guide me on this trip
Brother, Father, we will soon meet
as we set sail
Towards Haunted Shores
Now look beyond the sky
and see...
Now leave behind your life
leave me
Look beyong the sky
and see
Leave behind your life
leave me
Scholar of profane ways
Accuser of immoral decay
Wrecker of impertinent effigies
This is my name
This is my creed
A curse to be reprieved
This is my grace
Perdition comes apace
I roam....
I roam....
Towards Haunted Shores
5. Code Noir
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