Hortus Animae
Secular Music
1. God And His Disgusting Children
Towers of ruins are standing tall, towards a gray and wrathful sky
Derelict stoups dirty with drool, can’t satisfy the thirst of mice
Inhale the fever
The walls of cry do crumble down, fulfilling lungs with abrasive ash
On wounded knees, the time is now, to curve the back to the stash
No bulwark there to spurn the slugs, drained by the scorching sun
Leaving a trail they crawl and tug, more and more stunned, no longer shun
Inhale the fever, now
In a line of lepers, now
I’ll stand in line before the ministry
I’ll stand in line for my soul to save
I’ll stand in line, but still I’m consumed
By pain and regret, it’s killing me
Inhale the fever
Preserved bodies prone to worship, wedged between bricks and mould
Crusts of blood poison the surface, angrily stuck to the power they hold
Rusted chalices on forsaken altars, kept precious fluids for the wretched
Strong statues stagger and falter, when their resoluteness gets banished
Inhale the fever, now
In a line of lepers, now
I’ll stand in line before the ministry
I’ll stand in line for my soul to save
I’ll stand in line, but still I’m consumed
By pain and regret, it’s killing me
Inhale the fever, now
The creatures of the sunrise are fading in the night
Shade by shade they vanish, a process that is trite
The creatures of the sunrise have been fading in the night
Abhorring the blinding starlight that erode their very life
Children, disgusting children, deformed and helpless
Off the womb of sanctity
Children, repulsive children, reborn from filth
Animus disguised as mercy
Inhale the fever, now
Inhale the fever, now
In a line of lepers, now
I’ll stand in line before the ministry
I’ll stand in line for my soul to save
I’ll stand in line, but still I’m consumed
By pain and regret, it’s killing me
Inhale the fever, now
In a line of lepers, now
I’ll stand in line before the ministry
I’ll stand in line for my soul to save
I’ll stand in line, but still I’m consumed
By pain and regret, it’s killing me
Inhale the fever, in a line of lepers, now
2. Blood Of The Earth / The Truth Against The World
3. Dystopian Apocalypse
The symptoms of corrosion
Flowing slow from head to feet
The genesis of abortion
Of beings with sharp protruding teeth
The scum scorns every concept of mortality
Through idioms of duality inaccessible for the brain
This is the sunset of our age
Foretelling the dawn of a new mankind
Shapes are shifting asymmetrically
Deformation calls the new perfection
This is the end of our last day
Connecting trinities once twined
Which have been in growth lethargically
New flesh for new dissections
In the fields where grass grows taller than ever
The winged serpents crawl insidious between our feet
Taking flight and showing a new splendour
New rituals are way beyond belief
In the lakes where water is clearer than ever
The winged serpents drank all the remaining impurities
Testimonies of a vigorous new ardour
Singing rituals that give way beyond relief
Upon the mountains where air is purer than ever
The winged serpents fly in circles of infinity
Prophecy of wealth and awaking ardour
Blinding visions of a world once adrift
The ghastly splendour of a multiform masquerade
Taking place through eruptions of multicolour accolades
The renaissance of a rebellion will come with blazing hordes
Embrace the Dystopian Apocalypse that will change the rules on afterwards
The distant horizon from a vast open space
Yet each distance is shortened, cogent domain
The improvement of beings god has failed to create
A brainchild of mergers, the breed of the quakes
The obscene children and the outcasts of caves
The symptoms of corrosion
Flowing slow from head to feet
The genesis of abortion
Of beings with sharp protruding teeth
This is the sunset of our age
Foretelling the dawn of a new mankind
Shapes are shifting asymmetrically
Deformation calls the new perfection
This is the end of our last day
Connecting trinities once twined
Which have been in growth lethargically
New flesh for new dissections
4. At The End Of Doomsday
Part I]
The wind blows light in the stillness of moments, when nothing ever seems to modify the order of things. Nothing looks like an omen of change, while millions and millions of parasites mechanically run, eat and consume every single existing substance, merely dedicated to their livelihood. They feed from all life, they feed from the skin they walk on, over and over again. Until it gets dry. And the creature that holds it gets lifeless. Yet thirsty for vengeance. Winds will start blowing furiously, like never before, more voracious than locusts, tearing souls apart with their cold. Countless ravenous mouths will open wide under their stupid little legs, devouring them in droves. Yet, the bleeding won’t be eternal, the obscurity won’t last for more than a lifetime. Oh well, if any of you parasites now feel the need to say something at last, let yours be a few final wise words.
[Part II]
As I walk the edge of this cracked road
I watch below and see that everyone is dead
No one to wait for, no more future plans
As I stand on the edge of the Abyss
In silence, cause there’s nothing left to say
It calls me down, I try not to shake
If the shadows fell onto this crooked world today
Would past and future melt in a cold embrace
If the shadows fell onto this crooked world today
Would past and future melt in a cold embrace
As I march beside the disasters
White eyes and pale faces are my company
I should feel lonely, I’m just passive to the fate
As the stench pierces the surroundings
I feel both numbness and sympathy
Why shouldn’t I abandon myself and dive
If the shadows fell onto this crooked world today
Would past and future melt in a cold embrace
If the shadows fell onto this crooked world today
Would past and future melt in a cold embrace
No more gods to worship, no more saints to praise
I stand alone in the void, just me and my fate
No more gods to worship, no more prayers to say
Alone and forever, just me and our world’s fate
If the shadows fell onto this crooked world today
Would past and future melt in a cold embrace
If the shadows fell onto this crooked world today
Would past and future melt in a cold embrace
Part III]
Seeds burst into life, a life that eats decay
New forms of life, brand new independent cells
Devour the carcasses, build their DNA
Seeds burst into life, a life that eats decay
From the depths of Earth
New forms of life, brand new independent cells
Devour the carcasses, build their DNA
The skies return to weep, giving splendour to the fields
The ground takes over a thousand and thousand of clays
The Earth revolted, a vortex aph-o-ris-ti-cal-ly offered
The Earth revolted, dead bodies ar-tis-ti-cal-ly covered
The Earth revolted, plantations car-niv-o-rous-ly attired
The Earth revolted, the Havoc in-cred-u-lous-ly saw seeds burst into life
Today the shadows fell onto this crooked world
Past and future melted in a cold embrace
From darkness came the light, a new horizon shines
Over dead city rises, the new world’s face
Culture medium from the departed, a form of rebirth
Withered fingers from the soil take new heart and strength
The reek turns into ozone, a form of redemption
Past and future melted into a new dimension
5. The Poison Of The Naga
From the dynasty of the waters
Rising from the depths with ascetic discordance
Floods of destruction after rains of fertility
A liquid taste of slaughter
Deity of virulent poison, prowess and endurance
From the water tree giving His offering
And that was not the apple of sin
Holding storms in one hand, whipping away mortality
The revered elixir of life of the great laconic trinity
Supreme Keeper of Knowledge
On the shoulders of the Destroyer
Crowning the head of the Ubiquitous
The shelter of gods, which from nether dimensions He lauds
Nagaraja – Serpent King
Spirits dance along subterranean streams
The entrance is subtle, the trail is so steep
Spirits dance along subterranean streams
The breaths are humid, the realm is so deep
Recover Amrita from the Ocean of Milk
Bending the mountains, churning the seas
Gods and demons, the lockings to bind Him
The greatest of efforts and yielded the King
The last weary breath becomes the strongest of venoms
Wryly the Destroyer becoming the plenum
The essence of immortality is safely back
The threat of doomsday is delayed once again
Nagaraja – Serpent King
Spirits dance along subterranean streams
The entrance is subtle, the trail is so steep
Spirits dance along subterranean streams
The breaths are humid, the realm is so deep
Spirits dance along subterranean streams
With a slow pace they cautiously creep
Spirits dance along subterranean streams
The entrance is subtle, in a well that’s so deep
Nagaraja – Serpent King
The Mother of Snakes unleashed Her children on trees
To offer the humans all the wisdom they need
The fork-tongued creatures spoke the words of relief
And no that was not the bloody apple of sin
The Mother of Snakes unleashed Her children on trees
To offer the humans all the knowledge they need
Wisdom is tempting, ignorance is bliss
And no that was not the bloody apple of sin
Nagaraja – Serpent King
6. Impromptu Op. II / Pain Relieved
[Instrumental]
7. Chamber Of Endless Nightmares
Pest or ghosts, I cannot know
Haunted my skin, flesh and bones
Infested my veins, poisoned my blood
Made me grope deep inside the mud
Made me blind and made me deaf
The mark to the ox, my Taw/Aleph
I couldn’t see them, they couldn’t see me
Although we lived as one, in company
Through spider webs filtered pale rays
And reached the dark of every place
I have felt the sickness, vomited it out
The flouting mangy old rooks flew up
Giving shapes back before my eyes
I desired the death of such petty flies
Have I gotten rid of all the stains
that decorated my mind
I spit my rage by heavy rains
I wash my wounds, eliminate
I swear I won’t forget this time
The most lone hours ever
Sleepwalking through the dead of night
While particles do sever
I swear I won’t forget this time
The most lone hours ever
The scattered ashes of my life
Keep floating through the never
I spit my rage by heavy rains
I wash my wounds, eliminate
I spit my rage by heavy rains
Withdraw the dirt while I elate
I swear I won’t forget this time
The most lone hours ever
Sleepwalking through the dead of night
While particles do sever
I swear I won’t forget this time
The most lone hours ever
The scattered ashes of my life
Keep floating through the never
Crimson waves wreaking over
I become the fire I held within
Boiling blood spilling over
From the fiery lake of my Abyss
Immense cracks getting larger
The hungry jaws of the Apocalypse
Cold breath whipping stronger
Storming comes my scourging bliss
What have you all done
What the hell have I done
What have we all done
I couldn’t guess the gift of sight
Would be the curse during my nights
My endless nightmares, loneliness
Alone in my chamber I dream of them
I feel as dead as they are now
So why to see if my eyes close down
My livid wrath I repudiate
As in solitude one can’t create
I couldn’t guess the gift of sight
Would be the curse during my nights
My endless nightmares, loneliness
Alone in my chamber I dream of them
I feel as dead as they are now
So why to see if my eyes close down
The good old darkness they infected me with
Keeps resounding in my memories
I swear I won’t forget this time
The most lone hours ever
Sleepwalking through the dead of night
While particles do sever
I swear I won’t forget this time
The most lone hours ever
The scattered ashes of my life
Keep floating through the never
8. Aqualung
[originally by Jethro Tull]Sitting on a park bench
eyeing little girls with bad intent.
Snot running down his nose
greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.
Drying in the cold sun
Watching as the frilly panties run.
Feeling like a dead duck
spitting out pieces of his broken luck.
Sun streaking cold
an old man wandering lonely.
Taking time
the only way he knows.
Leg hurting bad,
as he bends to pick a dog-end
he goes down to the bog
and warms his feet.
Feeling alone
the army's up the rode
salvation à la mode and
a cup of tea.
Aqualung my friend
don't start away uneasy
you poor old sod, you see, it's only me.
Do you still remember
December's foggy freeze
when the ice that
clings on to your beard is
screaming agony.
And you snatch your rattling last breaths
with deep-sea-diver sounds,
and the flowers bloom like
madness in the spring.
Martyr Lucifer – Vocals
Hypnos – Guitars
Bless – Keyboards
Grom – Drums
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