Darkend - Vessel Underneath

Thus I command to the Ocean below,
Set your waters free and raise your waves to the night sky outside
Receive, what lies behind the stare, receive...
Believe, create and receive, receive!

Hej-darr!

Sheima, hidhaj-iz-midgar hysha!
Sheima, hidhaj-iz-midgar hysha!

River of eyes, flows deeper and deeper
River of mouths
Presence and convergence, still and flowing
There I am flowing

Sheima, hidhaj-iz-midgar hysha!
Sheima, hidhaj-iz-midgar hysha!

Smoke to pillars, waking dream
Fog to vast halls
A throne of crafting faith
There I am flowing

Thus I command to the realm of the Flames,
Open wide the furnace! Burn the past and burn every future
Then breathe, the ashes of creation, breathe
Create, breathe and believe, believe!

Spiritual resonance
Spiritual resonance
Spiritual resonance
Spiritual resonance
Spiritual resonance
Spiritual resonance
Spiritual resonance

Sheima, hidhaj-iz-midgar hysha!
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For the blade that lies buried in my flesh,
And all of the scars in between!
For the shattered mirror of innocence,
Opening crevices through the abyss beneath!
For the tearing wound
That froze every vein with a desperate cry!
And the fire swollen eyes, trembling and yet so brave
In the presence of Death.

High on the pinnacle of loss I vow that I’ll always be hungry
High on the cliffs of grief I swear, I’ll always be true
As above, through rain and burning suns
So below, in pain and scorching joy!

I’m the Wayward Son of forests and mountains
I’m the Waking Child of the occult Inmost Chasm
With the blood of a slayer running through vena cava
The wolf, the scorpo, the snake here they grow and we

Chant, chant, chant to the flaming void
Chant, chant, chant to the storm
Chant, chant, chant to the flaming void
Chant, chant, chant, awake, abandon!

So drink this death and disease!
Virgin of the nightsky
Drink deep this death and disease!
Carrion of all beasts of the earth
To embrace regret
And feast with the flesh of famine
Scorpio Astraea coronation
Scorpio Astraea high coronation

Chant, chant, chant to the flaming void
Chant, chant, chant to the storm
Chant, chant, chant to the flaming void
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All this Love.

When I’m scarred, drained and gone
I’m still me
When I’m scarred, drained and gone
I am still me

All this flesh
Escapes my fingertips
I am these trees
And we are me

Gethsemane
Gethsemane

All those tears
All these dreams

Gethsemane
Gethsemane

Ey-li
En svahrti mal

The world is gone
But you and me remain
The world can be gone
But you and me remain

Gethsemane
Gethsemane

All this love

Gethsemane
Gethsemane

Ey-li
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Corpse of care
Warmly Enshrouded in a dank drape of trust
Abandoned and frail, so dyed and obscure,
Livid haggard with wounds of orship antique,
Swallow the thorns while I move back the stone
Cold corpse of mercy, death-cold corpse of mercy

Undone. Unspoken. Untouched and unloved
From a slack sea of rot and through veins of betrayal
With eyes buried deep
Unheard and unseen
Corpse of forgiveness
Unheard and unseen

Six cries the eyes and three bleed the poisoned mouths

Then spiders in numbers, they mantle the night
With a luminescent web of unearthly disease
While rhymes of thick sorrow entangle the stars
Desecrating the wet rocks
Lurking and waiting
Megiddian darkness
Lurking and whirling

Great, so great! Great is the roar
The ossarium burnt gates down the cruciform ground
Where one and triune I dwell

Our charnel’s the Fire
Our charnel’s the Lighting Bolt
Hark to the Temple Below!
Hark to the Temple Below!

Ghoul... ghoul... ghoul of contempt
Teeth after teeth in the breastbone of heed
Through a fractured skull dressed in wrath penitent
Devour recollections, ghoul of resent
Devour recollections and devour innocence

Undone. Unspoken. Untouched and unloved
From a slack sea of rot and through veins of betrayal
With ragged putrid flesh
Ether and dirt
Ghoul of indifference
Ether and dirt

Hallowed ground and sacred sand
Bury me. Bury me.
Through ashen soil and mashed bones
Bury me. To breathe

Once again there, where these trees stand dead
Hallowed ground and sacred sand
Bury me.

Serenity, what a word such tormented
Maligned and deformed
The beauty that sharp cracks down
Even if for one last time

Our charnel’s the Fire
Our charnel’s the Lighting Bolt
Hark to the Temple Below!
Hark to the Temple Below!

What’s dead
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A subtle veil descended upon the cave of judgment,
Pale shrunken limbs corroded every pillar
With a broken neck and so sharp bones!
Oh, release! The God with maggot skin
The burning light of the furnace,
With scorched dead hands, release, release!

Hera sereth heret shveh
Hera sereth hekete
Hera sereth heret shveh
Hera sereth hekete
Hekete shimeth hekete sohar
Hera sereth heret shveh
Hera sereth hekete
Hera sereth heret shveh
Hera sereth hekete
Hekete shimeth hekete sohar

Then fervour breeds a titan worm, dissolver and creator,
To slyly wander through imperial starry caves,
Breathing myriads of fates!
And myriads of wonders,
Bewildering all mortal beliefs! Bewildering all mortal beings!
The paralytic one grabs the universe once again.

Hera sereth heret shveh
Hera sereth hekete
Hera sereth heret shveh
Hera sereth hekete
Hekete shimeth hekete sohar

Light.
Radiant Light.
A mirror shattered to ashes.
Pregnant moribund soil,
And crumbling waters.
The Architect of ruins
Begins to place his crafting stones.

Forget every word, forget each one of their meaning.
Forget every word, forget each one of their meaning.
Forget every word, forget each one of their meaning.

Forget every word, forget each one of their meaning.
Forget every word, forget each one of their meaning.

Bow the world to will!
The world will bow to my will!
Bow time to will!
Time will bow to my will!

Hekete
Shimeth
Hekete
Sohar

Bow space to will!
Space will bow to my will!
Bow the body to will!
The body will bow to my will!

Hekete
Shimeth
Hekete
Sohar
Sohar
Sohar
Sohar

Cause it’s not by control that we bend events,
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Threnody!
Transcendent woe
Through nine tongues of water
And ever-burning sulphur

Threnody!
As the mists grow thicker and thicker
By scarred wounds chanting
In spiteful dominance

Threnody!
Pouring deep
The salt of Ghosts
‘to the wounds of humanity

Libera me, domine!
A prayer within the shadows
The voice of a lone star
It whispers the office of the dead
As sung by the choir of the damned.

Libera me, domine!
And a curse to bind them all
Outside the flaming breath
Of this corporeal gate
With the wise doctrine of shades

Ister-el-dor der-i-enne
Ister-al-or-darne zi dee
Ister-el-dor syvy e flammar
Ister al-or-estyr er

Ister al-or-estyr er
Hah-ser-ka tee / al-ter al-ter
Ister al-or-estyr er
Dai fhar go-drennha
Ister al-or-estyr er
Hah-ser-ka tee / il-ter al-ter
Ister al-or-estyr er
Dai fhar go-drennha

Threnody!
In silence I remember
Through nine tongues of fire
And ever-burning sulphur

Threnody!
To the first and the last
So that this burnt flesh
Can shine again and again

Ister al-or-estyr er
Hah-ser-ka tee / al-ter al-ter
Ister al-or-estyr er
Dai fhar go-drennha
Ister al-or-estyr er
Hah-ser-ka tee / il-ter al-ter
Ister al-or-estyr er
Dai fhar go-drennha

Through a field not far enough, the eyelids dissect the body of a young creature. He moves with instinctive movements, like in a dance for two, but out of time. I wish you the least possible clarity, I wish you to always dance out of time without realizing the steps, nor the rhythm. A beautiful wind stirs drapes of grass and hair. May only this touch you, child.

Libera me, domine!
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