La voi cobor acuma, voi suflete-amagite Si ca sa va ard fierea, o, spirite-ametite Blestemul оl invoc Blestemul mizantropic, cu vоnata lui gheara Ca sa va scriu pe frunte, vita ce se-nfiara Cu fierul ars оn foc...
O, fiarba-va mоndria оn vinele stocite, Оn ochii stinsi de moarte, pe frunti оnvinetite De sоnge putrezit Ce am de-alege oare оn seaca-va fiinta? Ce foc far-a se stinge, ce drept fara sa-mi minta O, oameni morti de vii
Vedeti cum crapa urna, cenusa reоnvie Cum murmura trecutul cu glas de batalie Poporului Roman Cum umbrele se-mbraca cu zale ferecate Si fruntile carunte le-nalta de departe Un Cesar, un Traian
Cad putredele tronuri оn marea de urgie Se sfarma deodata cu lantul de sclavie Si sceptrele de fier Оn doua parti Infernul portalele-si deschide Spre-a-ncapea cu mia rasufletele hоde Tiranilor ce pier
O, sfinte firi vizionare Ce faceati (valul sa cоnte, ce puneati) steaua sa cоnte(zboare) Ce creati o alta lume pe asta lume de noroi (Noi reducem tot la pravul, azi in noi mani in ruina,) Prosti si genii, mic si mare, sunet, sufletul, lumina Toate-s praf, lumea-I cum este... si ca dоnsa sоntem noi.
[Chorus:] Si singur stau si caut, ca uliul care cata Оn inima-omenirii de viata dezbracata Un stоrv spre-a-l sfоsia...
[English translation: Earth Summoning Us]
To you I now descend, oh you, deluded souls. And to purge your sorrow, you forlorn spirits, The curse I shall invoke The misanthropic curse, with its sordid, purple claws To carve your forehead, instead of cattlebrand With iron burnt in fire
In vain will pride be seethed in veins dried up and scorched In death-swallowed eyeballs, on foreheads purple-hued By putrid blood that died What can I ever chose from your exhausted entity No fires free from dying, no undeceiving right Oh, you dead men walking
See, how urns now burst, the ashes resurrect Alike the past, which murmurs with the battle-cry Of the roman empire See the far-off shadows, they dress in steely armour And raise their noble foreheads that gone grey Great traian and great cesar
The rotten thrones are crumbling swept by tempests waters The rulers iron scepters, the heavy chain of slaves Together are now crushed The gates of the inferno outrageously wide-opened Engulfing now by thousands the filthy, depraved breaths Of tyrants grim who perish
Oh, holy visionary minds, who set the stars to sing... Who create another world on this realms of mud and grime Fools and wise, young and old, sound, soul and light All is dust, the world's like this, and so we all are
2. Tongue Of Thorns
A dying romance, bleeding for my sensation Would Death unmask the azure of the creation? Oh, stay far from my crown of certainties
A dying romance, the blindman's torch of ideals Men of stories, don't try to robe my morningstar Cause it will never shine in your eden
A dying romance, withered by your naivity The scent that I perceive comes from words Which escaped your mouth of flies Selfish, fetid romance You lick the shit of this world
Men's quintessence sways in streams of hope Drowning in silvercups always used at funerals Marvellous, when even Death tries to flee from you The flames leave their candles, soon they will die, too
Immune to life... I'll always die In the palms of heaven, where serpents lie Bedeviled Paradise... web of all sin Ethereal shadows rise, postmortem redeemed! Selfish, fetid romance You lick with a tongue of thorns!!!
3. Glasul Artei Viitoare
Strainule ce bati la poarta de unde vii si cine esti? Strainule de lumea noastra, raspunde-ne de unde vii, Prin care lumi traisi cosmarul nepovestitelor povesti Si-n care stea gasisi culoarea decoloratei nebunii?
"De unde vin? De unde pot veni, cind ochii-mi plini de regrete si tristeti par 2 candele-aprinse in cripta mortilor poeti?"
Priviti sint gol, caci calea-mi fuse-atit de lunga Si-n calea mea-ntilnii pe rind pe toti Citi vrura sa va vinda podoabe noi ce nu se vind Pe cei ce vrura sa va-ndrume spre mai bine Spre-acel indepartat intrezarit In armoniile eterne dintr-un sfirsit si-un infinit.
"De unde vin? Eu vin din lumea creata dincolo de zare Din lumea-n care n-a fost nimeni din voi"
Deschideti poarta dar, veniti in jurul meu degraba Porniti cu mine-mpreuna spre lumea-n care nu-s castele cu punti si santuri feudale Nici ruginite porti de-arama la care bat cei noi sositi Veniti cu toti cit mai e vreme si mai puteti cinta!
Veniti, sa V-aprind in suflet lumina stinselor faclii Si-n versuri fantasmagoria si vraja noilor magii Iar cinturile voastre cu care azi cersiti o piine Sa le cunun cu stralucirea aurorelor de miine
Dar poarta a ramas inchisa la glasul artei viitoare!
[English translate: Chant Of 'Morrow's Art]
Oh, stranger, who's knocking on the portal Who are you, and where are you from? Oh, stranger to our world Answer, where do you come from?
Where have you been living the nightmare Of these untold stories...? And in which star have you finally found The colour of our faded madness?
..."Where I come from? Where could I come from, when my eyes, full of sadness and regrets, look like two candles glowing in the crypt of the dead poets!!!"
Behold, naked I am now, as I've trodden a long way Where I've been encountering, one by one, all those, - who wanted to sell jewels, that cannot be sold... - who wanted to lead the world towards "better times" towards that distant horizon... ...within the eternal harmony between end and infinity...
"Where do I come from? I come from the world beyond horizons from the world, where no one of you has ever been before!!!"
So open up the gates, gather all around me And we'll walk together towards the world Where no castles and bridges exist, nor feudal ditches... Nor corroded bronze porches, which newcomers knock at Arrive yet, while time's not up and you still may chant
Come now, let me set ablaze the xtinguished torches in your soul Its phantasmagoria and the spell of new magiks, And those chants, you're begging today for bread with I shall put together with the glowing of 'morrow's aurorae...
Though, the gates are still closed to the chant of 'future art...
4. When She Is Mute
Although the world would call me free Each day the more her slave am I For in her very way to be There's I don't know what I don't know why Already from the day we met Was my freedom mortal shot She's but a girl as they, and yet There's something more, I don't know what No matter what we speak or do The moments in sweet silence fly For somehow there is music, too When she is mute, I don't know why So likely to my dying day To follow her will be my lot For in her sweet and candid way There's I don't know why I don't know what
5. A Death In Its Plenitude
Screaming day and night at the dark-forboding walls Lights dim before me and enthralls all I'll always look the same in this cold, forsaken dark
Teach me to drip own tears For the pain of other's hearts Not the essence, but the woe of mankind To weep within my crying
Root the strength of love and hatred Let blood flow in purest red Root the angels' rage into my soul Let it grow
There is something infidel that's gonna happen today Be the witness, now and ever, abandoned angel of decay
The obscurity's curtain I paint as the blind Life's tumult in the free fall The ghouls chasing its trace Oh, dreams, here ended all
Is there something in us all That can last forever?
I feel the strange penetrating my fibres Mocking at my vacant sferes Body parts cut cold evolving to a rotting culture A death in its plenitude!!!
6. Body Of Clay
Cry with my tears Cry with my pain Still in the cold Neverending rain
With one of your kisses My words you'd freeze From one of your kisses My bleeding would cease
Shed all my tears The flood devours all The earth, us, rushing... A shy, whispered call
Death becomes angels And they won't turn away Defying all my yearing And my body of clay
Cry with my crying You end up like (a) mole Death loves the angels Retired into my soul
As I'm drained and welken My last wish I sigh Let me be, darling Tears in your eye.
7. Novus Ordo Seclorum
Putrid cross of ignorance, loss of reverence, whip of innocence Been listening to your mourning, watching you falling
Deeper, farer, until your calling Evoked an eerie tone, that only you alone As a warning have known Guess, you've tried everything To be as me, to winback the soul I've kindly been
Treating like my only son God's shiny angel, I am gone and you what the hell have you become? Abandoned son, my fairly fallen angel, come on And tell your father, what will we become!?
Angels, we dwell in hell, humiliating and sad as well The world succumbed, some tell And there I stand stone-still, hence In my own non-existance and muse upon consequence!
Blood stained clay, forth from our sacred dissaray Someone will walk a new way And will close the door 'twixt us and common core Angel, did you really want this war? Scarlet lips of indecency (Scarlet lips of perversity) In search for a splintered tongue (Matching each face disguised) Sharpened words of intimacy They'll need (all) my love (They'll need my hatred)
Sapience, pierce my flesh with your thorns of irony Angel falls and twists her wings and her gleaming breasts will rot like foul flesh, hence worms will dance to a macabre romance... the rape of sweetness in my eyes
Decrepitude, pierce my tongue with your womanliness Suck the honey of my breath and tear faith apart Scratching suicidal love on life's putrid skin I am your mortal son, so I am sin!!!
Oh ye, in hell we are, humiliated and bizarre How only I have reached so far, my star And you, across that melting sky Waiting for me to die For everything must die, and within everything am I
8. Back Into The Shadows
In the night of my final sacrifice I sent my soul Into the vast and fathomless unknown to find a word A word, that indicates the beyond. It came back later and spoke: "I am myself heaven and hell!"
Sculptured in time as another chapter of life Sharp are the thorns of the roses, which lay dank upon me For too long I knew that I had to arrive Yet destination isn't as linear as humanity Touch the feeling - touch the soul Touch the morning dew and see the glamour In my stark eyes reflecting The icon of a setting in a serene summer So many flowers give away to mystery and loneliness Their subtle perfume and their indifference So much jewelry's forgotten in the soil, in darkness
But who dares to tread the silent meadows That lie beyond the mirror of one's self? Who dares to reach the phantoms of one's heart? To behold the murderer of life and art? And what is death? What gives birth? What sells good or has no worth, When everything you feel is cold? Why am I? Who's this hand? Whose decisions I can't comprehend... But isn't history foretold? There's a tide... in the affairs of men Which, taken of it's flood, leads on to fortune But all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and miseries...
But if you desire to see the light... As it truly is, clear and bright You must move - back into the shadows
9. Les Possedes
Deep into the darkness peering Long I stood there fearing Dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before... But the silence was unbroken And the stillness gave no token And the only word there spoken Was the whispered word: "Veritas" This the dark whispered And an echo murmured back the word Merely this and nothing more!
Fools and faith conspire Questions of desire That they never owned before Kings without their armour Men without their honour We all slip into oblivion
We are the dark inside the night The ghosts about which the poets write And the dreams that night's embrace That slowly leave without a trace...
O, suflet sparge-odata, ingusta-ti inchisoare Si scutura-te-odata de-acest lut pamintesc! Vreau sa m-agat de tine, spre cer navala dind Cum viermii de-un cadavru s-agata misunind!
English translation of last verse: O, soul, break away from your tiny cage And shake off your body of clay I want to cling on to you, rushing towards heavens As maggots cling on to a dead body, creeping!!!
10. Neovampirism
Grele ginduri, anemie, nocturn complot Noaptea-I vie, iar o mie de stele Ma privesc si eu tinjesc la ele Oglinda-I sparta si in ea se oglindeste tot!
Desarte ginduri, lacomie, in mine tu Un inger, un demon, un univers apus Ca Marte de rosu, de moarte sedus Oglinda-s eu si in ea te oglindesti si tu
Apropie-te, tirindu-te spre sinul natiunii In somnul calm al nestiutorilor Se vaita sufletele blestematilor Ce ca lacrimi rosii se scurg din cupa ratiunii
Sterse pleoape-n adormire Peste voi, razvratire, iara mie Insomnie
Eyes I've kept always open, never meaning to see Your white wings dipping into my crescent agony
I love your bleeding, for it keeps me seeking And I won't ever cease, cause it tastes like honey On my wounded lips For whom was that smile You wiped off so unpleased With your indecent fingertips?
Would you bleed for me again For I adore its pounding on my seared tongue
11. Heaven's Coffin
Deep into the darkness peering Long I stood there fearing Dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before... But the silence was unbroken And the stillness gave no token And the only word there spoken Was the whispered word: "Veritas" This the dark whispered And an echo murmured back the word Merely this and nothing more! Fools and faith conspire Questions of desire That they never owned before Kings without their armour Men without their honour We all slip into oblivion We are the dark inside the night The ghosts about which the poets write And the dreams that night's embrace That slowly leave without a trace... O, suflet sparge-odata, ingustati inchisoare Si scutura-te-odata de-acest lut pamintesc! Vreau sa m-agat de tine, spre cer navala dind Cum viermii de-un cadavru s-agata misunind!
