Mortuus Grape Of The Vine 1. Layil 2. Grape of the Vine Sons of daughters of Cain Unclean breed of the original murderer Children of the wastelands Of the poison of God, of the mother of abortions Serpent born Now turn against each hindering law of God In the wilderness North of edenic illusion Via bridges that lead from the roots of the outer tree - Sitra ahra begins to unveil Awake, awake! In invocation and still contemplation For the soul becomes a cup And the treasures of the night the wine therein With eyes open wide The fruit is like the grape of the vine Death becomes the mother of life As their sons and daughters give in to the most deviant perversion! In the chalice of water above The human number is divided in two Rending the two-fold dwellers of the deep In the abyss, a gate to worlds unexplored The forbidden fruit of the outer tree Liberates from the slave-like rest of Eden The birth place and the temple of a world separated from God Your sorrow, your suffering Your pitiful longing for union! Your efforts, your struggles Tears and halos fall as rain from above Drowning the world in a deluge of emptiness The deep becomes the devourer Can't you see what has risen here? A paradise without restrictions! We stare in awe through the seals And let the speech of the light bearer in To resonate in the darkest reaches of the human mind Listen, oh listen! To a voice older than human language The serpent's promise As alive and clear as its been for centuries 3. Torches Condemned, thirsting, drenched in filth Are not our souls broken and stained? Withstanding a veiled separation, unaware of the constant change Must not we crush this glass with our teeth, And drink from wells filled with rotten fluid? We are but ruins here, all aligning to be forgotten! Ever staring at the stars Knowing they died ages ago Their fading light upon the crocked path With none to left follow, none left to bear the shame The desires of this world thrown into nothingness And we pass to places of power At the graveyards, at crossroads of transition The torch of Hekate, the dreary moon's light! None left to follow, none left to bear the shame Even in a sleeping state this anathema exhausts As we reach out for death with hungering hearts Entreating our shadows to cure this unquenchable thirst In desolate ruins, in secluded temples We are born anew in every heartbeat! In dark places Hours and hours of the utmost despair We give up who we were and what we are Enduring the cost for saturnine gnosis Angel and torch-bearer! Let me drink deep from the well of nothingness! In dark places In broken traces Whatever was hidden becomes clear Venite Lucifer! 4. Sulphur A slight scent of sulphur in the air Voiceless prayers in the dark The devil speaks while I lie asleep And I hear My every thought tainted with filth My every thought tainted with blood And I hear The devil speaks while I lie asleep Once again Satan is taking a new form An anathema and blessing alike Wisdom from nothingness -How ironic these words must have been to Job! A Christlike shape dissolves in the fire They transform as one A slight scent of sulphur in the room But there is nothing here There is nothing here! In deep trance I lie wide awake But this is not me, this is not me This is not me! My every thought tainted with filth My every thought tainted with blood My every thought tainted with filth My every thought tainted with blood 5. Disobedience In the center of the night We become unable tell where the darkness end and we begin Where worlds collide in bleak stains Echoes of our intense calling resounds Deeper and deeper, in places out of reach The names called are breeding and multiplying through themselves It leaves me numb with sheer fear! Still, with the chains of effort shattered I force the mind to depart into places of unbridled lust Temples shunned and forbidden, where ashes are born without fire I stare myself blind at the stranger in the mirror In the nexus of contradiction, in the commotion in between The speaking serpent walks As an uninvited guest in the flesh of a pious man In sleepless hours, in restless woe A stranger is born within Alike an angel of sinister hunger, scourging the roots of life Nerve by nerve And when we dare to lose ourselves to that aching silence With a fiendish notion even unto ourselves - A phoenix brought back into suffering Imagine what could be sleeping in abodes like these, When their outer shells shine with the fires of hell! Where the substance of god is fouled, and we are nowhere Vessels for the nameless, hallucinations that grow into bridges to possession We are nowhere, we are nowhere! Slaves! Kneeling with heads touching burning coal Are you not as ashes born without flames - Here, where the veil separating night and day is so thin? For your eyes burn with forbidden fire Through sleepless hours, in restless woe You face the mirror forced to confess - The world is so much darker now And we are nowhere! At the diabolist coven Wading in the water of astral shadows At the shore line A breach between the worlds 6. Nemesis You are prophets of your own demise; As the vastness of hell is expanding in every direction And you follow it with empty hearts, leaving naught unexplored Even against your pretended will And lo! your child-hood fear is the redeemer of the present! The pulse of death is indifferent to all Inhuman, faceless, relentless And you seek freedom therin In a self-imagined importance Kneeling with heads bowed to infertile soil Still you chose to bathe in the excrements of history In the simplicity of hunger, sleep and pro-creation In blindness you deemed Satan comprehensible - Still you can not even see the smallest grain of sand, In this desert of otherworldly misgrowth Where we erase our names from the book of life And let our voices fade into nothingness For what could ever be more beautiful Than the abandonment of it all - In a self-chosen bestial madness? You have known it, but stood in denial of your most vile desires! The construction of the "I" becomes laughable This hunger transcends every human impulse A ray of light in another world raises a shadow in ours And what difference does wisdom or folly make When not even one language is discernible in Babel? A multitude of voices Angelic, demonic, human, and the silent ones Unbidden you stand against in the terrible mess of sound 7. Tzel Maveth The pendulum is set in motion In a heart beat day has turned into night For a second, for centuries or an aeon of being In a fleeting state, fear wearies our hearts Hopelessness is the water we drink And though stained with demonic dirt Our tears are molded in shaded existence To be everlasting in their death Footprints in the astral filth, sustained and saturated In the dwelling houses of the damned My heart is stained, it has been painted black with fatal marks scars of damnation Under the passage of the tower The ravens of dispersion hover above In the commotion of three broken shells Baal dissolves To form a black halo above my head With the taste of grave soil still on my tongue The pendulum is set in motion And in a heartbeat I have turned into nothing Surfacing in the unstirred void Through a black hole in the lower sea The fierce stream of physical death, it leaves me cold! Rising as serpents encircling the shadow's spine Only the ashes can tell A god forming or flesh for daemons Eaters of souls, distorted ones Will I feast upon myself, or be the devoured hereafter? Only the ashes can tell Were we phoenix or men And through the black mirror I stare At his sharp blades shining in the shadows Preparing the slaughter Baal dissolves Forming a black halo above my head