Aoratos - Gods Without Name
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Группа: Aoratos
Альбом: Gods Without Name
Год: 2019
Страна: США
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Aspen trees
Neath leaden skies
Behold this deed
With a thousand eyes
White as bone
And still as death
Until branches stir
With the devils breath
Roots deep down
Neath rock and clay
Unto the heart
To the one I pray
Dread spirit of the place
I seek your grace
Daemon of branch and bone
Blood on stone
Blood on stone
Soil and moss
The circle cast
From the serpents cross
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Gloaming cast across the pasture
As the Devil's cast his gaze
Out from the wheat field
And the cornstalk's maze
Through nighted windowpane
A silent call and marking
Somewhere out with the grain
A black dog is barking
Stang, nail and rod
Schyte, stalk and flame
Ash, blood and fat
For Gods without name
Stang, nail and rod
Schyte, stalk and flame
Ash, blood and fat
For Gods without name
Red hearth to black moon
White star to black earth
Life drawn from death
Death giving birth
God of the attic
Cellar and wheel
God of the shed
Abbattoir and mill
God of the edge
Grotto and grove
Dark Gods of the plot
To whom I'm betrothed
God of the cauldron
Pitchfork and nowel
God of the mare
Crown and the owl
God of the window
And the mirror's reflection
God of this house
Whose touch is abjection
I call your name!
I call your name!
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O volatile ingress
Cross foundation damp earth
Shadow's giving birth
And smiling with mirth
From gable to furnace
Chambers forgotten
Where vines are grown rotten
Where the others begotten
O, the joy of joining
The darkness' mad laughter
A dread promise thereafter
To the voice in the rafters
Thief of all I was before
In closed lidded flight
Ecstatic I soar
Down through the cellar door!
Thief of all I was before
Holy abject mother come now
Holy Mother come
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Horned crown of the horizon
Gret ibex of the dusk
Rising towards the upturned void
Aloft this dirt-born husk
Bone to dust
Steel to rust
Cast these ashes
Upon raging guts
Neath sickle moon
Fly upon the air
Fetch-formed furies
Neath Luna's glare
Earth sated with blood
To nourish the seeds
Bones trampled in mud
By the Devil's steed
I've ripped my hair
And torn my skin
To get my master's harvest in
I've reeved all flesh
For the mighty dead
And blooded the field
Neath the moon of red
I've ripped my hair
And torn my skin
To get my master's harvest in
I've reeved all flesh
For the mighty dead
And blooded the field
Neath the moon red
Horned crown of the horizon
Great ibex of the dusk
Rising towards the upturned void
Aloft this dirt-born husk
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Three knocks, three knocks
Upon the door
A way unlocked
Forevermore
Three knocks, three knocks
And he has come
Through hedge and stalk
And ways darksome.
Three knocks, three knocks
And he is here
To show the way
Upon the path of fear
Three knocks, three knocks
Let him in
And know the way
Of the widdershins
Three knocks, three knocks
Upon the door
A way unlocked
Forevermore
Three knocks, three knocks
And he has come
Upon the wind
Fates plan undone
Three knocks, three knocks
And he is here
And shall remain
Forever near
Three knocks, three knocks
Let him in
And know the taste
Of savored sin
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Nights eye rolls back in terror
Becometh black
Melefic gaze of The Mother
I was the sower
Now cummeth to thresh
Know I am the knower
Saint of Blood and of Flesh
I was the Bestower
To the Earth my black seed
I am becometh the mower
Lord of thorn and weed
I have becometh the knower
Of what ill stars possessed
I am the thresher!
The desponding spade
I am the thresher!
The old jawbone blade
I am the thresher!
My touch rots stalk and sheath
I am the thresher!
The bringer beneath
I am the thresher!
Neath the moons baleful eye
I am the thresher!
The wolf in the rye
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Текст:
Gloaming cast across the pasture
As the Devil's cast his gaze
Out from the wheat field
And the cornstalk's maze
Through nighted windowpane
A silent call and marking
Somewhere out with the grain
A black dog is barking
Stang, nail and rod
Schyte, stalk and flame
Ash, blood and fat
For Gods without name
Stang, nail and rod
Schyte, stalk and flame
Ash, blood and fat
For Gods without name
Red hearth to black moon
White star to black earth
Life drawn from death
Death giving birth
God of the attic
Cellar and wheel
God of the shed
Abbattoir and mill
God of the edge
Grotto and grove
Dark Gods of the plot
To whom I'm betrothed
God of the cauldron
Pitchfork and nowel
God of the mare
Crown and the owl
God of the window
And the mirror's reflection
God of this house
Whose touch is abjection
I call your name!
I call your name!
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