Spiritual Black Dimensions
Album - 1 marzo 1999 - Debaser id 10152

Glowing eyes, staring eyes
Manifest of evil presence
With entities swept in disease and decay
A fall from paradise beyond redemption
Wratchild's afterglow

He who speaks of nightly treasures
He who wraps the serpent around my neck
He who pours poisonous wine in my chalice
He who lets me serve and slip away

...and so I will take shelter
in the absence of the light
Hiding like a masked miniature in the dark
A revenant without relief it seems
For the art of becoming a progeny
and to be raised in such curse
Is to forever creep among haive mortals
Infesting the dead in herdes

His grandeur of guidance in roundtrips obscure
He who immerse my hands in sullen thrills
His paths on which domination linger
He who dares to proove the sanity of mine

He who speaks of nightly treasures
He who lets me serve and slip away

Black unearthly void creature crawling
Forbidden, forgotten,fairly underrated
Bastards in the shape of angels holding my hands
Passing me what is left of the wine

When the ghastly mourners awakens from sleep
And the volant funeral crows are watching
Like evil omens in shadowed murmur
They welcome me again

Agonized and flattered to once become
Apart of this horror scenario
I descend with arms open wide

Armoured and filled with painful pleasure
Reflectingg streams of monstrous mirages
I will not hide

Loosing controll in seductive madness
Spiritual revelations, apocalyptic hypnosis
Dead colours appear within unshallow graves
Alone in awe i face abhorrence below

Trapped inside to suffer in silence
Torn apart in mind and sense
Baptized in this nightly glamour-
Rites of splendid essence

Agonized and flattered i once became
A part of the horror scenario
Armoured and filled with painful pleasure
I did not hide

Now when the gates are no longer shut
I withdraw from the light of the sun

[lyrics: Silenoz]

Unfolding her carnal desires to me;
with temting eyes she does receive.
A hunter of the night, the devil's whore.
May her cursed beauty hunt me forever.

We embrace the madness gathered as one.
Mourning dead passion...she comes to me.
A fate awaits us in the night:
in the ruins of creation we will unite.

Unfolding her carnal desires to me;
with temting eyes she does receive.
A hunter of the night, the devil's whore.
May her cursed beauty hunt me forever.

She comes to me - a shining beacon,
confused by the sensual innovation.
Passion ... towards image of mortal evil.
Passion ... embraced by the image of united death.

The enigma lies broken.

Searching for those precious moments,
reaching for a higher scene of existence,
like a newborn migrant in the void.

I am smitten by forbidden fruit,
possessed by moments of dark splendour,
to walk the nightmare terrains forever.
The enigma lies broken.

Possessed by moments of dark splendour,
to walk the nightmare terrains forever.
United with new unhallowed grace,
this cursed beauty hunts me forever.

Erotic and dreamlike still in its mortal disguise
A passionate ritual in the ruined garden theatre
The painted angels - shadowed high above.
Once they gathered to worship at the picture of me.
Like a whisper where there are no words,
appears the perplexed - the statue of might.
In the cradle of the next generation,
a spiraling ruin - lost in the gathering dust.

...The faces you saw in the withering garden.
I witnessed the flikering - made to look like stone.
Quivering like little figures lost in broken flames,
never to forget again the names carved in horrid flesh.

Those words drawn in water - become our legacy of fantasies!

Burn the pictures,
so unexpected in this strange deserted place.
Once opened, its secrets would become the world,
its attributes would continue to unfold forever.

"Through the fabric of the promised future aeons,
I offer this suffering of my unwanted father..."

...And the stars did wander - separated in the forbidden universe!

With hearts of midnight, brightened by His infernal light
We stand as a monolith of wrath, united under the goat of a thousand young
Two horns thrust upwards in defiance, three inverted as the trinity denied
A phalanx of mourners in black, falling towards nightly terror

Unleash the tempted beast, raised your horns in prideful blasphemy
I'll be your guide into the glorious darkness, and enchant you like a taste of sin
Unleash the tempted beast, chant theron in words of blazing scorn
Grant me my dark desires, strengthened through the power of Satan

Take pleasure in the torment of the wretched
and rejoice in the delight of the flesh
Behold the face of Satan
and walk the fields of erotic fire

Hunt the heavens ...

Godless temples beckon
Through gleaming scapes of horrid nightmare
Gathered between symbols and signs
A glow of new light is born out of the night

Give into your lust and carnal desires - In twisted blood-dripping ecstasy
In the name of Satan - I lead you into temptation

Passenger on confessional course
Unlock with the key you behold within
Repair the shadow of your mind
And come awake

"Oh, dreadful angel of mine
Enrich me with the vastness of being
Rigid father, teach me to comprehend
I'll commit myself to understand
To be faithful and the instrument
So that the ones with blindfold can see what i have seen
That there is nothing inbetween
For I am the accomplice..."

Aghast and tender, indulged in sin
Embraced by loneliness, legions who grin
I blunder into the realms of slumber
I collide with the obscure
And see the last fraction of light go by

Plundering the sanity from the insane
And providing appearances in black
Carefully swept in decadent spheres
But faces in this world always remain darkened

In circles of dominance, emotional deeps unite
Fiction and transcendence woven together
In the essence of purity lies wisdom
Join the forces, the spiritual black dimensions

What more do you need of proof
Human hands conforming cloven hoofs
For I know the secrets and lies behind all truths
Knowlege is power and the power is mine
It's all mine

So let the children come to me
And share the limitless ways to infinity
Escape death and disease
And behold youth and vitality

"In the shadows of my gallow,
I'd rather absent the hallow."

(For) thy presence made pleasure of pain,
(and) thy madness turned sanity into vain.
Profoundly wicked owner of soul,
the mysteries of thy creation beheld by ghouls.

Diabolically disguised heavenly bodies,
(and it's) atrociously desired primordial elements,
plunging through the confused heart of sulpur.
In all this darkness, how can man see?

"Pour misguided fool ...
It is not god you are talking to!
I am not impostrous, hiding behind perly walls.
However, I am still yet to be found known,
I shall guide you on your midnight ride, as the sun fades black.
(And) beyond your grotesque imagination,
My name will be revealed...
The blood of christ can't heal your wounds,
give Me all of yours, and I'll give you Mine..."

I am the hidden fantasy!
In the secret of my knowledge,
there is no god, but me!

In this shadowy world, all are nameless!
Outstanding, dresssed in majestic splendour,
Touched by the flames of eternal fire!
How I long for your embrace, uttermoust desire!

In perplexed dementia, where sanity is my vanity
With honour bear the mark of Satan
Triumphant beast in heaven defeat
Disguised in gloom, wear the mask of Satan

Ride the beast through paradise
Still vipers these mortal burdens
We arise as the portals take form
I leave my feathers again

Infidels and scarecrows all fallen from heaven
Captured by the sin of the beast
Mesmerized in total chaos
Engulfed in an overflow of selfish might

Swept through arcane mysteries
Forlorn in a maze of torment
Raped by the sanctity of the unholy
Reveals a Hell I never dreamed of

Bewildered by the arcane lifeforce mysteria-
I shed my skin once again

In massing darkness we stand united,
raging above inferior sheeps.
A convoy of souls swept into the night,
hearts strengthened with black fire passion.

In us is fulfilled the prophecy of satan:
evolution of the inner shrine.
In us is mantained the revelation of satan:
innocence brought to an end.

In honour of thy unearthly creation,
we bring forth thy divine form.
Vanity throughout any conceptions.
Blazed and bound, for the days are coming.

Infernal madness, unholy ascendance,
christian death abound in mourning perversion.
Cherished sacred icons torn to pieces,
they'll chase the serpent in everlasting nightmare.

Disharmonic illusions of strings bending loose,
wrapped, penetrating skin.
Listen to the music of their agony.
Eyes made of glass, mirrors within.