[Music by Bartsch/Matton January '93] [Poems by Bartsch December '92]
When the dark lord told me to live I felt the raised lust of possession
afterwards the death yell of an impaled nineye gotten through my dutiful ears
I had to think of all the lost creatures which strived of their existence in the streaming of my black blood
nocturnal shadows, which glorified the resurrection like trumpets offered me the right way into hopelessness enlighten my path into inaccessible license
2. Apocalyptic Dance
[Music by Bartsch November '93] [Poems by Bartsch November '93]
In coldness of my dark bowel a yell after mercilessness bequeaths a trace of eternal destruction to my decency
Uneven throbbing shadowfire streams with raised melancholy through twisted channels of my forbode grief
In the black storms of my mental agony the deliverance ripens in form of a godless dusk The faceless ancient grasps with stony miming into the cradle of mercy and severs the blood stained flag
But still it seems to me that the lightbringer spreads a shining shroud over the shadow being of an owl which died in chains
As the rock in me bursts asunder the round dance of the colouring grows up in my twilight
3. Second Coming
[Music by Bartsch/Matton March '93] [Poems by Bartsch February '93]
Black hopelessness venoms the hidden unholiness of your withered virgin
speechless remonstration grinds the arches of your risen dominion
dark superstition drinks coagulated blood of your blasphemic lust
the age of the glorified god yields to a cold endlessness which, with vivid stiffness awaits my resignation
the second coming the faceless lash in the unholiness of my destination
4. Vargtimmen
[Music by Bartsch/Matton December '92] [Poems by Bartsch November '93]
The banished sorrow buried in aurora causes lifeless emotion in the flame of my faded heart
If dead life immerses in dawn and the shade of my schism is to be lost into brightened blackness death will be the only redemption
5. 3rd Nocturnal Prayer
[Music by Bartsch/Matton '92] [Lyrics by Classen May '92]
6. Funereal Owlblood
[Music by Matton September '93] [Poems by Bartsch September '93]
The night grows pale as with faint wing stroke the cradle of decay emerges from the ruins of reason
the roaring silence sinks under the new trial which escapes with speechless ardor into decline
i tasted the morning dew on a withered leaf and forgot the acrimonious unrest which awoke during the moon-shine
coz' only me is the frame and the blood and i open your door into autumn
7. Veiled Irreligion
[Music by Matton November '92] [Poems by Bartsch October '92]
Desire's my saying Final's my appearance Care-worn's my glance Apathetic's my devotion
through yearning rises out of deep dark chasm up to deceased brightness with the original power of life
a black feathered bird trips softly in the surge a last sunbeam illuminates in a bleeden darkness
8. Gepriesen Sei Der Untergang
Durch unglьckselige Weiten einer unbefleckten Sonnenferne schreitet langsam FuЯes das letzte Sakrament, bereit, die Tьr zu цffnen, welche das Vergessen in seiner glorreichen Allwissenheit meiner sterblichen Leere offenbart
Es ist nicht die Asche welche auf mein Haupt regnet es ist viel mehr die gekreuzigte Verdammnis welche der Wiederkehr meiner filigranen Unrast entsagt
Hoch am dдmmrigen Firmament erklimmt meine Geduld die Versagung meiner frьhen Sьhne
Denn ich bin das Geleit der erhabene Schцnheit des Todes.
[English translation:]
[Praised be the downfall]
Through treacherous vastness of an untouched distant sun slowly striding on foot the last sacrament, readily Opens the door, To Obliveon in its' glorious omniscience revealing my empty mortality
It isn't the ashes Which rains upon my head But rather The confused damnation That reconsiders My renounced restless filigree
High on the dawning firmament Climbs my patience Denying my early repentance
