Lux Divina From the Tomb to Nature's Blood 1. Forgotten Divinity (Deletrix) Part I Black empress of the primitive and pure Nature Between the light and darkness of all ages You write my forebears’ literature with pride Commemoration of naturalistic cults In the presence of the destruction of doomed men Before so many possibilities Oblivion and dust Litanies in every dawn A new rebellion unleashing its fury Like a black cyclone from the past… Like a desperate cry… In the night of the bleeding trees Forgotten Divinity Goddess of all Goddesses The last natural treasure Dwells in your divine womb Under black clouds Our cold tears fall On the green tombs You awaken ... at the funeral of those who caused you pain. We now listen to your voice...listen to your voice 2. Bloody Herbs of Revenge We slither like snakes Amongst the old weeping trees At the same pace as wolves We roam in the mist Towards the congregation of the ancients In the forest that watches and listens Towards the bloody herb’s temple We walk under the grey rain of fate Where we can feel… The majestic triumph of the forgotten black goddess Like an aureole of our burning eyes Like the old blood of the raven of the willows Towards the bloody herb’s temple We walk under the green incarnation Where we can feel …. The fear of sacrifice on the cold slab Like the old blood of nature Like the forgotten pagan tongue… 3. Praised Hymn to the Horned God Fertility… Nature worship amidst us A hymn of praise to horned god Pagan symbols on the shore of infinity Horned god… Magical beliefs in unity Eternity and the endless cycle of birth Death and rebirth Pagan beliefs Transformed our wild soul The revelations of the ancient Earth A hymn of praise to horned god lives today Like Silvanus dances under the rite to Noctiluca Like green Gods on the holy shroud of humus In the fog in the forest’s orgy So beautiful… The poetical mystery of seasons So painful and cold… My journey through the mountains of ashes Where the ancient tombs Under Eos’ shining on the green fields When Silvanus sings for the veiled-faced maids 4. The Mother Nature's Tomb As the hills remind with highness How hard is so find the brightness To forget her light Never let to fight In the tomb resides the human madness Sympathy to deny the roots A blind grey heart headlining troops Reading wrong, the ancient word The horizon far, her spirit tongue Mother the strength deserves new landscapes No longer forgot No longer ashamed Reign again... Glorious while heaven falls we stand so proud No longer alone No longer afraid Dance again... A false heart beating The Mother Nature's tomb The child's wound screaming The Mother Nature's tomb. Then swell the hand Don't dwell the ground Walk and fight for the true Reasons come, the elder word Today the blood don't flows Creating rounds, victorious howls Again the Mother Nature's come 5. Serpent's Philosophy Triumph of Nature By naturalistic cults Upon a wild mountain Back to pagan beliefs Philosophy Cult Nature Serpent’s philosophy 6. The Oracle of the Funeral Trees In the direction that the wind travels The old funeral trees dance Oracle of all power She of the golden bosom that never forgets Bestowing fire on the ritual herbs Burning seed of visionary wisdom Make of the tomb of the forest a secret And we will be tributaries with our hymn And we will be tributaries with the bread of the dead With our silent mourning With the nectar of sacrifice Oracle of all power Lead us without pain to the grey gathering Guide our steps to the cold inner temple Make us trees that seek out the sun.. 7. On Nature My Existence Disappear 8. Black Goddess' Mountains From the very depths of the darkest past Amidst the first rays of father Bel Which caress the woodland’s Edge We ride around the cold mountain’s throne And the black birds of battle… Fly over green empires in respectful silence Over the mountain of spiritual sacrifice Black Goddess’ mountains Talk to me of pagan black virgins. Totems of my forebears’ shaded forest Lonely old mountains So primitive and wild Like the magma that emerges from the demons’ deep throat All the enigmatic elements of Nature Beneath the great crowned star In the congregation of the harvest fullmoon 9. To Darkened Catacombs Now... Were summoned the souls of the dead by Cyllenian Hermes... Touched by the wand the awoke and abeyed him and followed him squealing… Even as bats in the dark Mysterious depths of a cavern Squeal as the flutter around Should one from the cluster be fallen Where from the rock suspended they hung All clinging together So did the souls flock squealing behind him As Hermes the helper Guided then down to the gloom through dank mouldering pathways 10. Naturalistic Cults Old vegetable blood… awaken Flowing through the veins of the sacrificial forest Ornamented with horns Awaken next to the wolf and the hammer They won’t ever master our wild symphony On the magenta throne of spiritual sacrifice Old hands makes beverage out of wisdom The bloody herbs of revenge In the cauldron of times Brilliant secrets of vegetable kingdoms Lies written from fear Are like the cold dream mandrake The torture of its faith is the sign of our rebellion Through naturalistic cults We won’t fall into oblivion… We won’t burn on the bonfire of the terrible traitor... 11. Forgotten Divinity (Creatrix) Part II Reverence Your coronation The coronation of Nature A revelation A new incarnation A glorious sap emerges We sing to you in our verses We sing to you with praise Mother of the prime seed Mother of the wild horns May our sacrifice never hurt Your cold green skin And my hands no longer... shake Before the cold steel stained... red Deadly fall of the treacherous empires It’s only a path Your last embrace Protect me Walk with me In the darkness of the world Forgotten Divinity Goddess of all Goddesses The last natural treasure Dwells in your divine womb