For thou sweepst me in thy ribe if guill with garments forged in spiteful steel No tainted pride shall make conviction cease
None shall be unto thee proven worthy of thy outmost fear Let alone the silent longing instinct shun the ones you dear
As the hunter boldly stalks his prey intoxicated Conviction reigns where truth might sway intimidated
Silence the bore Shun the ones you dear
The hunt is over so the feast begins What feast is enduring when all is said and done Everchange of hearts
The hunter's reason fail The hunt is treason
The hunt is over so the feast begins Why search for endurance when all is said and done?
2. Zodijackyl Light
[Music: Sundin, Johansson] [Words: Stanne]
Crown the impulse that deliberately fall defeat in spiritless action Isolation - burn the greenwood Order of the vertical path
Descendent crawlin the remnants of one thousand lies Restaging torching a world that was left behind Zodijackyl light
Cross the sharpest void deride the embers of his fall The bringer that on millions horses ride
Waiting for the call within, the spark of sin ever reminiscent of the coming of storm Can you see the cosmic face in which disorder lies
Burning of oppression the inventors is the killing hand Be that of the darkest sin to frustrate hope and love
I shall not be blinded I shall not be forced
Resistance feasting on debris from celestial wars
Burning in the sky beyond the realm of time: Sequence if the nucleus the glowing dust in fligh Zodijackyl light
And they ride, they ride the drama takes the lead the beast of heaven their guide Racing through the vastness constellation disarray that darkness could not have existed that bares no witness to the light
Sweet endless Perpetually plunge through interior vaults So seamless Joints of time cannot shackle the beast
Zodijackyl light.
3. Hedon
[Music: Henriksson, Sundin] [Words: Sundin]
Enter Suicidal Angels;
How hungry we've become; like animals naked in shame Fed with the hooves of apocalypse that galloped down, disordered worlds behind
From word to a word I was led to a word that spanned over cultures in rage Crimson masses, sleeped in decadence holding our tongues to the thirsty sun So, it the future still open? Then enter, hornet, from our hive-dark hearts to draw down the end from within
We need not the horns that emanate from our warty, haunted bodies severed and numbered they are
Nihilist, Hedon the priceless art of their lives Sorrow is a wing laid atop their heads. skin deep, we carve our immeasurable sorrow in the fold of your shivering arms
Hedon, Your chindren wild and filled with death
# Jupiter in our unforgiving eves: a pandemonium of bodies and gold Eager, as a part of your face and the sickness attached to your skin (stone) as the wine-rush, changing from androgynous wombs to open free the lid of pain #
Hedon, rinsed in post-human shadows a monument scorned by the teeth of time Stale-faced keeper of secrets, loaded with implosive fire the whore that carried the apostle to the mating point on the graves of giants
We look at you, afraid to see what we really are.
4. Scythe, Rage And Roses
[Music: Henriksson] [Words: Stanne]
Fast fading roses Non-lingering words Scythe be my instrument Through dreams I now rage
No guidance is me offered No forgiveness thee is promised Now van distance be a factor when engraved in me thou art?
Nourished by the soul my flame shall serve to torch the earth
Denial serves me
That fire cannot burn with flames of no origin That star cannot bring guidance without force or form
One is darkness The other silence Without silence the darkness looses its splendour
Sweet bliss that sleep now giveth tempt with forgetful night Ever haunting that image within swear to the answers denied
5. Constant
[Music: Sundin, Johansson] [Words: Stanne]
With each daring new concept creation and form one fragment of shelter from heaven be torn
The bleeding through barriers shine of redemption The taste of renewal let art once again be a weapon
The whim of the forger is theft from the flow the hatchet now redden with creation's blood
Constant is forever
I am the creation so bold in design The errors of one thousand minds bleed out through a world gone blind
Gently hold our heads gently hold our heads on high
Aimless time in fear new hide overthrow the plan confusion lies in all my words mad is the soul
We barricade ourselves in holes of temperament this is the dawning of a new age A heart that beats the wrong way insanity's crescendo
Windcolour - second sight a touch of silence and the violence of dark Illusion span - the aroma of time shadowlife and the scent of nothingness
Infinite fall of instinct order of one spells deceit Infinite lack of trust order of one obsolete
Oh escaping time is all we lost ahead? When it's found, can judgement make amends?
From force-fed impressions let us mortify the mind each soul to violate each instinct to be rendered false
Torn asunder be the conventional forms and frames now for the blood of heaven Unlearn and the cleansing comes
Fell a tremor in the pillars of the senses Cursed victim of a distance near The first dreams - the clearest vision
Aimlessly steer towards our night we belong to thee Oh dearest bliss, unnerving silence entangled within
Dimly begotten in clarity found virginlike tears for impurity bound Beseech he who darken the stars and the sky to greet now this vision an emerald dawn
Empty the sun - carve out the wind Insanity's crescendo tear out the blinded eye
Lament of thunder - take comfort in fear lightning veins in crude exterior Voice the oppression - voice the hypocrisy lay down the law that made instince fall
Escape now and revert this cleansing rebirth torn asunder be Affect me not; darkened vision insanity's crescendo
Grimly tread the footsteps torn rebellious stand the seeker tall The thorn of insanity's hand take this darkened vision from my sight
Nailed to the image of ignorance Each soul to violate for the blood of heaven
No-one survives such an attack and we all stood like monuments baring the nails in her back Still moving sinews in a graceful impression of life shyly the arms, shyly the breasts fold fear die
Ten fingers driven through the heart, through the core as I stare into those strange, magnetic eyes and wonder: (for you / me) are there demons there?
I knew it all the time. The misanthropes were right to crucify themselves in the need of a saviour. Still moving sinews struggle fearsome with a lifeline forlorn, caught in the nest of the impending dark fate.
Semi-worlds, lifetight lodges where faces stiffen, plagued with the frost of disease Our capsules barely meet
The worms of disorder like living black numbers that drip from her pergament skin Joined in sweet fury to anoint the decay fragile and reddened in lifelost array
Still alive all knowing eye beneath your stream of words your rapid stream of words Though none will ever live to share the radiant stream the promised hues from which your picture fell
Re-seal the components from atom hearts Revert, non-owner of worlds
As uncommunication becomes the manifest our alien, architectural skeletons in unison collapse
Death rode these silent caravans and steered them to the ?(o/a)?im of the world.
Their diaries and withered letters all devoted to the art of dying
The enterprise, academy the crafts held in our hands all devoted to the art of dying
No room to arrange the final row of masks drenched in chameleon-ink for the grand charade The tongues that burn in you the slowly altered language that colonised your heartland advanced through broken doors
And they still believe in you
They seem to see so many things booked in your pestilent eye Your stale lids, your iris punctured by tongues licking a lie
The enterprise, wolvenlore the cursed seed of man plunged through the tunnels of uncreation We reach out to move the landmark, hands seeping down from the chronicles of time The quill now blunt the scribe devoured
10. Tidal Tantrum
[Music: Johansson] [Words: Stanne]
Come death of dearling the claws of the raven hold fast Enticed and starving a lustful revenge to the last
Unlight flood the seeker's eye
Come flame or false hope gifted in spirit as I Forced upon freedom Let impulse nor stillness be spared
Fierce tidal tantrum nourishing rapture within
Come feast or fire repellent in forceful defence Unchained, forgiving to none solemn in swirling embrace
Tongues, lost in me yours be the sharp and the vile Glide neath my skin storm through my nerves
I bury the nomad years hours in the earth couldn't exorcise these searing, pecking tongues Immune you say yet venom strikes in strangest guises as the viper in our eyes Tongue, throat, tongue slayer of the word and stealer of wisdom
A monumental reign of terrors throats slit up to stain the target We're food for the hounds of trauma, prey to the crows of stress
No power left to retrieve my stolen language filtered through the illiterate fingers of death
Flies let sickness be poured from the cupped hands of bedlam
On account of their brightness I made friends with the word and the moon went with the tide and left for the sound of dead instruments thrown out of tune
The red square patterns, dragonrise and evenclaw decoying from pandemonic symmetry
Let ring a dissonant note in the music of the spheres the streak of promise in the nuclear sky These whipping black tongues aching to lick me back to life to inject their truths within me
