Never Blow Out The Eastern Candle Your five-fold kiss was rather invoking; Beside the chancel is your unphallic wand, And use it wisely in order to fly. MOONFIRE! ALLAXITOS! My jewel is the lust from your kiss; Your breasts made me the lover of the three-fold locus, So take thy hand and join me for elixir, And we shall ride the portentous serpent tonight. Your five fold tongue has defiled me, I'm stranded by the tree of Storax Thus, we banish your unphallic wand, In order to make our nexus ecstasy MOONFIRE! CUM TO ME. ALLAXITOS! CUM WITH THEE. NEVER BLOW OUT THE EASTERN CANDLE! NEVER BLOW OUT THE EASTERN CANDLE! NEVER BLOW OUT THE EASTERN CANDLE! FOREVER
3. Stone Of Destiny
["Hall Of The Masters" Version] [Taken from Exhibit V: Tara (presented herein an alternate version)]
We are three High Kings in honor. We are the midst of Dagda's spell We are three armored forces, and We are the gold torqued leaders. Three wild horsemen. Three fearless in combat. Three gold-crowned conjurers of clash, yet Three clannish chiefs from the Kingdom of Midhe..... The leading, foremost tyrant The subsequent tormentor, and The past intimidator of Cythrбul Are impending. "Has there ever been a better idol than Dagda? Will there ever be a better icon than myself?" "In the eyes of myself, i fervently speak." The trio goes out at dawn Fiercely, we plan to fight our assailants: Three of us versus three thousand: complete. "In the eyes of myself, I adroitly scream!" "WE WILL ARRIVE AT THE STONE OF DESTINY." [Tara] "WE WILL REACH THE PERDITION OF IBID." [Cythrбul] INVINCIBLE: we are to their spears! INTREPIDLY: we occupy our posts! A FORECASTOF DESTINY! INVISIBLE: they are to their hands! INSOLENTLY: they are amuse their own pride! INTERCHANGEABILITY: INNERCHANGEABILITY! "With the sway of myself, weather means disaster. I affirm each day for the men of the brave."
[Repeat Verse:] As our sword of steel, their mead, anc courage are fused. Is it not the throne for our Master of the Gulch? On its trim are rings of pearls: poished, One seat remains near the jaded citadel
[First Supposition - Narration:] "The plains of adoration do lie somewhere below Tara, way belowe Tara, as a matter of fact. Sometimes given as Moyslaught and as always, Crom Cruach is welcomed." "With the sway of myself, weather means disaster. I affirm each day for the men of the brave."
[Final Supposition - Narration:] "The notorious Klan stands by the ramparts at Tara where all enemies are approaching. Being bound by a geis, the three have no choiche but to stand against the feeble units. Enveloping in an opaque mist, they suddenly find themselves in a magical place where they are received by the deity Manannбn and a courtly witch. Finally they begin to walk up the steep grassland of Tara, with wand and swords, which enables them to distinguish the truth from the lies."
It is the chair for our Master of the Tor. It is embellished with bullion: marked. It remainson top of the loftymound. It streams gray and silver lining. It will be an accolade given to us. That is by the third of the last kings.
4. Immortal Sorcery
[The Temples Of Offal 7"]
5. Sumerian Sands (The Silence)
[The Temples Of Offal 7"]
6. Disembodied
[The Temples Of Offal 7"]
7. ...and Shineth Unto The Cold Cometh...
[...And Shineth Unto The Cold Cometh... 7"]
[1st Verse] Laughter from Esharra is convincing, but unclaimed. The last of Ka drifts across the river - Our sky outside has not been named. Two Ugalla-demons start their battle - Tempest of the creek is floored in flames. Winds of Imhullu foretold their weather - Sea-dwelling floods reply without names. Taste the salty tides of the Apzu - Alight seven tablets wearing steel of lame. Laughter from Esharra is convincing, but unclaimed.
[Chorus] 6000 years past away to let the Utu tribes hear the lying words against Azzta's truth. 6000 years past away to let the Utu tribes hear the lying words against Azzta's truth. 6000 years past away to let the Utu tribes hear the lying words against Azzta's truth. Ea's eye is the way........
[Repeat 1st Verse]
[Lead: Shaftel]
[Bridge] We are the ones who know the mountain passes, and we'll search the battlefields, in order to FIND THE ESSENTIAL WEAPONS corroded within the tan dust. Marduk, Anu, Ellil, and Ea watch us all to test our bold and drastic strength, so Tiamat SNEERS WITH THE HATE AND COMMANDS the storm-chariot of the horses. Their teeth and heart carry poison to strike us down, but cannot fill our veins with venom. We warned you twice: "WE COMMAND THE MUSHUSSU!" "SHARP OF TOOTH AND STRIKE OF FANG!" "HORNED SERPENT OF THE UNCLAIMED!" "SHINE!"
[2nd Verse] Make a path, fix the hour, and raise the seed The dragon's semen is what you drink to be crowned by night "Belet-ili, O great pythoness, kiss me!" "Belet-ili, O great pythoness, kiss me!" With the billowing fog, the abyss speaks below Your wings of force cannot warp you through the times "Belet-ili, O great pythoness, caress me!" "Belet-ili, O great pythoness, caress me!" In the ninth aeon, Esharra ceases the laughter Then, Imhulla assembles the blazing cycllone "Belet-ili, O great pythoness, embrace me!" "Belet-ili, O great pythoness, embrace me!" Now you are spiritually drunk from the dragon's semen, So set your arrow in the bow and coat it with the poison "Belet-ili, O great pythoness, clutch me!" "Belet-ili, O great pythoness, clutch me!" ...AND SHINETH UNTO THE COLD COMETH...
8. Akhera Goiti - Akhera Beiti (One Black Opalith For Tomorrow)
[...And Shineth Unto The Cold Cometh... 7"]
Between the sunset's bloodstained veil, Thy horned prospect reflects on me. The he-goat above - The she-goat below Cried through beads of mirrored tears It fills the air! - It fills the air! An atmosphere that hath no key. I'm disguised by the kindle of nite and I can fill your liquid, glass heart Grasp your cold-shaded breath and whisper the sign of the hidded stone I'm in the circle and I am the shell that granted you the horns of All-Begetter A fixed, startless vision and a sullen fabrication cursed the Sun of which our lustful ways are performed. Half of me is all of her Hath no shower; hath no sol Half of me is all of her Hath no shower; hath no sol Half of me is all of her Hath no shower; hath no sol Akhera-goiti Akhera-beiti Fantasies I realized Dance of thorns, I thrive For below the great abyss is a virtue contained in itself. "We shall eagerly expect one black opalith for tomorrow."
9. Reliquiae Celticae
[Hallstattian Swords 7" (unreleased till now)]
[Instrumental]
10. The Great Battle Moving From Ideal To Actual
[Hallstattian Swords 7" (unreleased till now)]
[Instrumental]
11. Old Tombs At Hochdorf
[Hallstattian Swords 7" (unreleased till now)]
[Instrumental]
12. Deathcrush Including Silvester Angfang
[From "Tribute To MAYHEM: Originators Of The Northern Darkness"]
Demonic laughter your cremation Your lungs gasp for air but are filled with blood A sudden crack as I crushed your skull The remind of your life flashes by A life that soon won't be Smiling with axe in my hand Evil's rotten hand you'll see I come forward Deathcrush I'll send you to your maker I'll send you to your death Death nicely crucified Death, heads on stakes The barbeque has just begun Deathcrush - Deathcrush - Deathcrush Crush - Crush Deathcrush Deathcrush Deathcrush
13. Swing Of The Axe
[From "Tribute To POSSESSED: Seven Gates Of Horror"]
Ripping tearing slashing the axe The blood starts to flow the axe of pain Running for safety eyes start to bleed Red is the sight of evil pain Swing of the axe the curse is on you Returning to take you away Swing of the axe your evil deeds Friend of Satan he will succeed You had your choice You chose your ways You took the devil he's wrong Your mind is mistaken Your soul has been taken Your brain's been twisted and lost I can see The river of flames Where you'll be cast and thrown Heavens of fire At Satan's desire Hell is now your home Sin after sin Your brains are crushed in This is the way that you want Wrong from the start You weren't so smart Making the choice that will haunt
14. Transylvania
[From "Tribute To IRON MAIDEN: A Call To Irons"]
[Instrumental]
15. Bestial Invasion
[DESTRUCTION Cover] [Recorded at Rehearsal May 10, 1996 in Carrollton / Texas]
Early morning, mankind sleeps thereґs a roaring in the air inpenetrable fog Thunder rolls and lightning strikes hell storms, rush over the earth but thereґs no rain Hell storms, rush over the earth Bestial Invasion Fog cleared up, people scream they wonґt believe that the evil takes control Hell storms, rush over the earth Bestial Invasion Your time is out, obsession spreads death rules, satans law is in command Jesus Christ exists no longer You better pray to the new lord 'cause heґs almighty obey him
16. The Winter Zephyr (...within Kingdoms Of Mist)
[Recorded Live April 28, 1997 in Toulouse / France]
One silver cloud collapsed below the glow of a harvest fullmoon. `Cause we're here to make an oath and we'll raise our realm in a sky of maroon. Our stratosphere turned dark; however, the Western winds never stopped blowing. All deceiving religions fall, we'll gonna close our hands, and make our own way.
[Chorus (x2):] Ignite the wroth flames - 3 fires to the sky Before the violence, We stand before the most, wild beast. We'll rape the peace. Once again, We summon you, To join us all! Standing upon the sand of the shores was a Queen, with a crown, of 13 stars. She worships the dragon above, which exalts impiety in that wild beast. Our father is here with us and we'll summon you to join us. If we're bonded by jewels and blood on our fists, then we hail you within kingdoms of mist.
[Chorus x2]
Gorias! (The silver sword of the moon) Finias! (The flaming lancet of the sun) The winter zephyr warps the power of Sessair - 3 MORBID SCREAMS!
17. Highland Tyrant Attack
[Recorded Live April 28, 1997 in Toulouse / France]
"You will hear my commands when cries never fade!" "I grasp my pole-ax in hand with stock, steel, and mace!" "I clutch the soulless winds that stir the Ginder trees!" "I extol beneath a wrathful, yet a constant lunar eye!" The last clash will crown one son to the Pictish throne. "My father's the king!" cries this tyrant, aimed for bloodshed. Three flags will fly between the Esk and Dee rivers. "The triumph's my king!" screams this baron son, devised for war. Follow the tracks of this mailed horseman (geared with pole-ax in his hand). The blades from Balkan Hills are sharpened (cut for slaying and whetted to fight). The child has proven his gallantry (he shall not abuse Teutonic codes). He's spiked and sent forth in a frenzy (their king sits at his table).
[Repeat 1st Three Verses]
[Bridge] "Far free of these castle walls, I thought I heard your scream!"
[Chorus:] THIS IS THE HIGHLAND TYRANT ATTACK! They eradicate the feeble by their Celtic law of tanistry. HIGHLAND TYRANT ATTACK! The rank of the cnihthad is the onslaught for their enemies. HIGHLAND TYRANT ATTACK! Garters on their left arms are fastened for chivalry. HIGHLAND TYRANT ATTACK! All of the vanquished battalions are thrown into the corries. HIGHLAND TYRANT ATTACK! They eradicate the feeble by their Celtic law of tanistry. HIGHLAND TYRANT ATTACK! The rank of the cnihthad is the onslaught for their enemies. HIGHLAND TYRANT ATTACK!
[Recapitulation:] "Our flags have soared O'er the Esk and Dee rivers!" "We, the cnihts, are crowned for tier and not our lies!" "Horse and Hattock took us back to the realm of Balkan Hills!" "We, the cnihts, have formed the lines, before the rites!" "We'el pursue to spit on their pledge and curse them, as the light breaks!" "...But is our king still sitting at his table?"
[Lead: Shaftiel]
18. The Thrice Is Greatest To Ninnigal
[Recorded Live April 29, 1995 in Torino / Italy]
The detestable xul Is chained to Ninnigal Acknowledge the prayers Subsequent to earth The seventh gate of Nana- 'Outcry thy sin!', While the sixth portal of Lord Mastema opens wide. Nana: God of the Moon: I convoke to thee. Our terra firma regrets burning the scriptures An abyss will seek menace towards the reign once again. Ostentation of your heart is A heart filled with lunar parallaxes If you look, The elders anticipate the arrival ...Of the black and amoral innocents If you look, The Celestial Pantheon will burn ...Burns the prediction of persecution
19. The Coming Of War
[Recorded Live April 26, 1995 in Essen / Germany]
Evil Summoned to war Eternal conquest for power Gathering armies of death To fight and kill at will Sinister weapons of war Piercing metal and man Warriors Mounted on steeds Ride out into the mist Awaiting The signal to attack Swords clash and men fall to their death Aimless pawn Only to die by my hand Battle cry Blood stains upon his chest Endless Eternal Pain Thousands die for a king Wretched Weary souls Raging battle never ends Hatred Inflicting death Destroying the weak at heart Eternity Becomes less War has drawn to an end Overthrown The emperor falls in defeat Great halls Crack and decay with neglect Dethroned He cries out in vengeance Impaler Mark is words of death Shadows Crusades of the past Triumph through the fog Sunsets drip into dusk Flows like blood on my blade Massacre the feckless breed Dismiss all empty thrones Riding, beyond the clouds, damnation ends in despair Awaiting The signal to attack Swords clash and men fall to their death Aimless pawn Only to die by my hand Battle cry Blood stains upon his chest
20. Book Of Splendour
[Recorded Live October 23, 1993 in Dallas / Texas (unreleased)]
21. Tasseomancy
[Recorded Live October 31, 1993 in Dallas / Texas (unreleased)]
