Tracks

01. Sepulchred Within Opaque Slumber
02. Nonus Sacramentvm - Obsidium
03. Horns Alfame
04. Deathmoor
05. Oblivious Shades



01. Sepulchred Within Opaque Slumber

Primigenian fluids, emanating black nectars from the hidden path.
A forbidden fruit still to be devoured.
Through poisonous breath we invoke the ancientlores.
The Primigenian call to the ones of Azoth...

Sepulchred Within Opaque Slumber.
Debetvr Soli Gloria Vera Satanas.
A whispering call.
An Invocation in the helix of the red Gods.

Stellar Mantras call my name
In Tongues of fire we drink the elexirs of immortallity.

A shimmering call...
The voices within my blood gathers as one.
Canting the lores of our ancient path.
Splitted then forged within.

Sepulchred Within Opaque Slumber.
Consecrated unto our hidden masks we rise.
Primary valued atavisms from the shadows.
The hidden face of the spirit I am!
The mask of deathis my name!
Sepulchred Within Opaque Slumber.


02. Nonus Sacramentvm - Obsidium

Penetro Nonvs Sacramentum!

Sacred journey through which I raised.
Through which my whole I achieved.
Through the darkness establish who I am.
In disguise the sacred ladder is climbed.

Wonderful journey whithin the darkness and worth curiosity.
On my long life path shrouded by the riddles no one could read.
My necromanteion in harmony is wrapped of all things, joy, hate and wrath.
The smile of light surrounded my lead.

That warm black light shining within my heart.
Its clarity being my guide.
Completion and certainty now walks by my side.

O wonderful journey.
Within the darkness and worth curiosity.
On my long life path.
Shrouded by the riddles no one could read.

Licencia Nonvm Sacramentvm


03. Horns Alfame

Quod Me Nutrit Me Destruit.
Confined within matt slumber.
Nailing and fucking.
Nailing their last hope on his cross.
Futile answers to an obvious question.
Knowledge seeking knowledge.

The shadows of idiocy branded in symbols.
What is there to see for me?
The flame of baphomet!

Horns aflame... Agios!
Knowledge in eternity, the flame of baphomet.
Horns aflame... See the horns aflame!

Shine O shine in between his horns the goat lord has arrived to bring light on this decrepitude...

Burn O burn, O torch of wisdom, so the children of the lost might find their way in to my embrace.

Penetrate!
Deeply Penetrate the womb of the blinded.
Cum thy leaches for the sake of evidence.
And spread thy acid seed corroding them inside out.
There's no place for haste in ignorance.
Time for clarity has come.
Wisdom seeking wisdom as his horn is burning...


04. Deathmoor

It is that I am of pure heart and steady soul that I undertook these paths in sacred trust.
No will for curiosity or thrill's sake enters the house of death.
Free from fear.
Substance I do notrecognize for havereplaced it by symbiosis and violent humility.

Deathmoor.
It is that I desire to be Azrael's emparthy.
Willingly taking on his burden.
To know all of death's forms and shrink away from none greeting each as one would welcome firm flesh into thy bed.

Never for my own device.
Violated the sanctity of death's domain nor the catalysts that lays within.
Nor shall I force invitation when none is extended to me, myself and I.
To know all of death's forms and shrink away from none greeting each as one would welcome firm flesh into thy bed.

For to do thy will grand, to do the will of the one is glorious!


05. Oblivious Shades

As a corrupted spring.
The "righteous man" falls down before the wicked.
For the men to search their own glory is not glory.
He that has no rule over his own spirit is like a broken edifice.
Without its walls.
Recognition is not seemly for a fool.

Sew the lips and nail the tongue of the pretender.
Thorns through the limbs of those figures of great failure.
Swarm of rats, vermins of the saviour.
as the dove tangled within barbed wire.
Limping oblivious shades.

Come behind my eyes.
A whip for the horse a bridle for the ass and a rod as for the fools daily bread.
As coals are to the burning coals and wood to the fire.
So is a contentious man to kindle strife.

Thy ghostly self shall be chewed and disappear within the depths of your own deceive.
They call out o your blind sight.
Canting from dusk 'til dawn, on and on the Gospel of blood, but howis it to become whole?

Shall you come to the edge f reason or stand which eyes tight shut?
Thou so gracioulsy ill shade of grey.
The face of righteousness shall be the everlasting embrace within thy blood and devoured soul.