Samael Ceremony of Opposites - Black trip 3:19 - Celebration of the fourth 2:54 - Son of earth 3:59 - Til we meet again... 4:12 - Mask of the red death 3:04 - Baphomet's throne 3:31 - Flagellation 3:42 - Crown 4:06 - To our martyrs 2:37 - Ceremony of opposites 4:39 "Black Trip" I've chosen the dark, I've chosen the night I've lost hope of loving a day of life The shades of night belong to me I am at one with hell Dead inside, I watch the time pass I wait the coming of my day My journeys are always within me There where is found teh bottomless pit Where, there in I plunge, always a little deeper There, in that other world where only unity is harmony Sheltered from the regard and rules of men Ther colour is absent, light is black Enemies of the sun, the phantoms of the shadows Have taught me to delight in horror Faces without eyes, and silent lips Float in the immensity of empty space A sweet melancholy fills my heart Life as a whole seems absurd Silence is so pure, so profound that it intoxicates The emptiness, annihilates all And nothingniess takes its place "Celebration of the Fourth" Oh purificator fire, that burns in me Rekindle my courage, gife me your force Blow, northerly wind, come, wind of death Storms, hurricanes, be at my side By water, by air, by fire, by earth Oh purificator water, essence of life Mirror of time, drown the lies Earth, mother's man Dissembowelled by your sons From your blood of fire Will rise the chaos By water, by air By fire, by earth "Son of Earth" Hideous louse! The face deformed by horror By the fear of life's duties By the anguish of the unknown - Born in blood and tears - You'll bleed and cry when the day you die Welcome to the world of the living Here's your supreme punishment Look at the wound of life That only death will be able to heal Oh! Bulged tummy women Oh! Deformned body women From your filthy womb It's death to whom you give birth [repeat first verse] Welcome to the kingdom of the dead Here's your promised reward Looks on you to close again The great vagina of the Earth " 'Til We Meet Again..." To those whom I miss, And to those who would miss me Life is short, but long in the living Going forth on the uncertain paths of the future Seeking an outlet, a path, in vain There where that tunnel so familiar And that wall banishing the light Stifling forever the hope of a better day Curs'd be she who gave me birth Prisoner of live, I await my deliverance I am weary of the struggle for chimeras Of sensing the weight of time, past and future I began my descent as from that first day This night shall be mine, that of the great leap There will be a war, a key, a door Faced with the dilemma of the cord Short are the paths which lead to the tomb Drunk with eternity I topple the chair beneath my feet The phobia of the infinite is speedily replaced by darkness This profound and absolute darkness Which I have dreamd of for so long "Mask of the Red Death" Sickness born with life She is a careful and patient shadow Man's faithful enemy Unceasingly transformed, rebaptized Behind a different mask I know it's always the same face, Always the same eyes greedy for agony Always the same compassionate ears Listening to our Moans, To Our Heartbeats Passive and disinterested Like an infidel wife This cold and wet mouth Will give us the very last kiss Death is red, For those who experience her torments Bound to death like a daughter to her mother She gives her mass graves overflowing Of sketched life, of projects and hopes What's good to see her so active Abandoned, in the arms of another plague Humanity slowly disappears Someone prays, some others cry What's the good to see her so active "Baphomet's Throne" Each blashemy is another stone to the edifice of your glory I want to be the rock on which you'll build your church Am I the son you've been waiting for? Am I the chosen one? To be your Messiah on earth And to sit at your left in hell I've always ignored the doubt Answers are in the questions Show me the way to the bophomet's throne ... Guide my hand, light my path My mouth will speak with your words, I'll make statements with your orders I'll be the supreme insult Which will forevermore soil teh image of god I'll be your revenge, I'll be your victory Guide my hand, light my path Show me the way, To reach the baphomet's throne ... "Flagellation" Pleasure in pain Disire of mortification To achieve the extreme To know the ultimate To be a slave for a moment The body offered up to cruelty To the lash which whips on the skin Which slashes the flesh, lacerates the back To feel the blood, thich and warm Flow over my wounds Flagellation ... To thrust aside the limits To say "yes" to death Without fear, without remorse To give up oneself to torture Punishment and reward The whip is ambiguous It distills vice In a perverse refinement [repeat second verse] "Crown" If eyes are the mirror of the soul You will find in mine the scorn and apathy You will read my hatred as in a curs'd book You will see yourself as I see you It is a mirror sombre and opaque Which protects me, which stifles me A great ditch around the heart Which rejects, which estranges me There is a world in my head A dead world where nothing lives And it is there I am, too far, Far to far to be rejoined A crown of thorns is still a crown I am a king in a kingodm of suffering I have taken my time to reach this stage I have taken pains to tourture myself To descend, to descend Into Pain, I exist An if my brain is numbed The thorn in my flesh Can overcome apathy There is glory in humiliation A throne to be taken, a crown to win I have no more tears, And my smile has lost its brilliance I have forgotten who I was I have killed my emotions Crushed, empty, weary Always standing, I am a tree Awaiting the lightning "To Our Martyrs" Reign of fear, of war, Of silence, of resignation Under the rules of the book of lies Trawling the wrong path Led like cattle Never try to understand, accept, obey Follow followers And forget who you are What's a lifestyle, to live for others To share all with everybody To answer love to hate [repeat second verse] Take each single insult and injury As a present, as a spiritual gold To buy your place in heaven I spit at your god's face I piss on the cross I vomit on the holy bible I shit on the blessed whore and hers bastard son I desecrate, crush and destroy All which is sacred, all which is blessed I've found the one who lives in me Brothers and sisters Time for change is coming Bells for revenge strick the end of times By faith, by force We'll walk toward the light And forever be our own god "Ceremony of Opposites" The top becomes the bottom The fantasy becomes the reality The conceptions change The landmarks dissolve And all becomes intermingled To flirt with the despicable In a trance without end Where the ice burns Like glowing embers And where one shatters By fits and starts of sperm The morale of men Serve another god Lose another dream Sentiments impresion and leave Their victems without defence Love is a poison which Flourishes in the heart of the weak From the lower world we direct The attraction of the distasteful Makes us ignore the vile Since only from below Can one better see the heights