Be'lakor The Frail Tide 1. Neither Shape Nor Shadow In the space of one night's darkness They have gathered, somehow drawn To where sand and water meet To the place where nature mourns An army of one thousand souls Moved not by force of law But by an end of which they dreamt Returns to wade once more In the shallows, but a prelude To the greatest icy depths Where neither shape nor shadow Can persist in one who's stepped Their unseeing eyes surveying Darkened scenes within their minds Now blissful, soon will falter Laying bare what now it hides Once submerged they may awaken Briefly grasping moonlit skies But a crescent moon accompaniment Merely ushers in the tide Beneath horizons megalithic Rays of light's first wonder Shall reveal an ashen shoreline strewn With the prints of those pulled under 2. The Desolation Of Ares The scene where the battle took place Now only whispers of that war remain Through fen damp and glade deep Crept the fog which was their bane Harkee the pain Welcome your death and the silence it makes As foe cleaves foe in the dawn Bodies are strewn and sinews are torn Blood, hate and fear are his tools Shrouding their minds as they butcher like fools The frenzy of panic drives their steeds To a banquet grim for the crows to feed Amid the fury and sickness of struggle Ares strode unblemished and unseen Weaving his magic and dark illusion Upon a bloodied and wretched scene Harkee the pain Heralding death and the silence it makes As foe cleaves foe in the dawn Bodies are strewn and sinews are torn Blood, hate and fear are his tools Shrouding their minds as they butcher like fools The frenzy of panic drives their steeds To a banquet grim for the crows to feed Though Ares had drove them to fight A madness befell those who died To know that their cruel hand and sword Had slain their own brethren of yore 3. Tre'aste At beginning of light Where the energy gathered Grew a sentience that was the prime Laced with flickers of madness As these forces drove out into dark And the fires began to form Each holding a mind of its own From whence the star gods were born The sleeping giants have awoken Our feeble devices have broken their slumber I begin to see My mind grows clear Long I lay dormant Yet my thoughts are keen I bathe in power We are the Tre'aste And I will feast upon these wretches in their ignorance Out of the sky fire, into the darkness We are the star gods, I will consume thee Our imprudence Is now all too clear What we have stirred Is vengeance incarnate The fuel of the stars Is no satiety They will pursue us to the ends of the universe We are but mortals, our fate is sealed As we now accede eternity Having stripped this plane of mortal flesh We return once more to our dormancy And await the renewal of life force The Tre'aste sleep once more in the fire Until the cycle can begin again 4. A Natural Apostasy A time when the light falls clearly A place where the struggle began She awoke to take back her realm And expunge the virus infecting man A natural apostasy Burn away the creed of frail minds The liars sins we now embrace Synthetic moralities will lapse No longer to revere the feeble Their walls of protection have collapsed A natural apostasy tearing down the dogma of weakness An unnatural mentality Will be struck from this earth The seeds of a natural chaos will devour The artificial values which enslave us The wrath of the restitution will devour the blinkered cowards who constrain us A silence so clear The asinine are left behind 'ere the dusk fall so near A scene of tranquil delight She is restored, a nuance torn And the truth shall burn into the night 5. Paths In charnel ceilings Rain has formed Held pendant over being Ascendant night Refracted light The sky itself is seeing Organic etchings Bought at once Unseen opposing forces Diurnal hymn Has stirred within The vast divergent courses 6. Sanguinary The purile form the weakened mind The pools that linger in our wake Compelled to act, yet not to think These are the lambs that will surely fall Borne out of fire, a new regime A beacon for the ancient gods Their empire crumbled into ash Let ignorance reign no more Unto the glory of the stars We hail the night sky Gathered beneath We seal the pact and bring its chaos The nothing within Breeds darkness without Consorting with hatred The furious winds of Belial's bond From which there is no escape The atrophy of mankind Degenerated into drones chasing illusions of any worth To worship shadows is to live for naught To Belial the pariahs turn To the fiends of darkness' throne A covenant born out of the grave Our blood shall wash away their kind And now you see this life before thee Is but a detour to illusion The love they preach is but a weakness To sate the mind-fields which they sow As they scream into eternity The blades of wisdom carve their flesh A fate procured through idle minds And now you see this life Before thee Is but a detour into illusion The love that their preach is but a weakness To sate the mind-fields which they sow As they scream into eternity The blades of wisdom carve their flesh A fate procured through idle minds And nothing will remember them.