Augrimmer Nothing Ever Was 1. Shadows A soul soaked withn sombreness I burn with the setting sun And watch the tides sober-eyed ...for as shadows we may walk the earth 2. Barbarism Rises Black were the seas as we gathered On abandoned shores at night The horizon drew near as we summoned The whispering of the waves Echoes from troubled graves We came from the marshlands of the sunset Drunk by the jewels glare Slaves were led to the coast Where Dagon of the sea Might emerge from the drakest deep Barbarism rises Again from weak men's hearts ...When the sun is about to set Where the night licks the seashore We have dreamed of death And to its darkest heart we sank Lost in the depths of this sombre sea We were echoes in the deep [Lead:Nord] Dark was the star that shone solemn As the maelström took us away And washed us away into the sunset Oh Dagon of the sea Deep within me Barabrism rises In the temples in the deep 3. The Coffin Rust [Lead:Nord] The skull's shattered Separate the heart Torches gleam ...Eagerly Intoned ghastly chants Resound from the ruins walls Black stone stands silent The mossground drinks the blood Infant innards sold to the coffin host Sudden fright as torches die While locked inside that dreadful trance Who dares to break silence's seal Is cursed eternally Who dares to return my gaze ...As the coffin lid opens [Lead:Nord] 4. The Sad King of Mankind In wolfskin clad Sinks the night Unto the ashes Of mankind The graves have been opened From inside This vow so eerie This mouth so cold Meet me at the graves Empty after midnight [Lead:Nord] [Lead:Seir] I wear the crown of the mortals Sad is the king I live forevermore In the heart of the earth ...Pounding ...Death May the dead visit the bereaved At night May they look inside through milky glass Blind from inside [Lead:Nord] ...And darker days follow 5. Heir of the Black Flame So it seems on this sacred night As thirteen shapes Stand in circles around the grave Something else is among us this night The ghosts of despair rise again At the edge of twilight the silent guardians And when the wind blows from hollow graves I watch the sun set in my soul ...The sun set in my soul [Lead:Seir] [Lead:Nord] And dusk hunted the day In circles around the globe My soul grew old beneath the snow The voice : "You are doomed eternally" The minions : "...you and your kind" The raven flew to this sombre mount Where the chapel threats And works the grasp of time And this autumn seems eternally to me And this flame like a rustle in the trees ..Will burn eternally for me 6. The Voice Shadows gleam Upon the hill at night The willow whispers Heightens the mind That goes astray in a moor of clouds Horror lingers Where contorted bodies were found Wateful nights Sinking into the dream Listening To the voice that steadily resounds It is the voice from the womb The child that wishes it was it's tomb [Lead:Seir] [Lead:Nord] It is the voice from the womb The child that wishes it was it's tomb [Lead:Nord] [Lead:Seir] 7. Azure Doom Mine is the sky and the land below A spectral kingdom of the old Among these ruins there's an entrance A well to drown in, a delusive board The passage I shall follow Into the caverns azure A spell lit up the dark The treasure is cursed ! Bleak is the sky and the land below A horrid maze of dismal cold Those who speak of fate, speak in fear For there is neither hope nor light in here [Lead:Nord] [Lead:Seir] 8. Harbringer of the Night I arise by nightfall from that distant sombre sea The solemn tune of a setting sun The cock crow for my soul I wander groves of birches In with flowery scent soaked nights To where shadows came to tell me To slay the sons of mine Distant pyres light the sky Dim by starlight the weary heart of mine When I pass your houses Inside the clocks stand still And like in fevered trance My shadow walks the walls 9. The Janus Face I. Life And Glory [Lead:Nord/Seir] [Lead:Nord] II. Doom III. The Ritual Burial There's something weird in the face of the dead That made the candles flicker restlessly The ritual burial of baron of Eybes The magnum opus of his life The mass was held on the easter vigil his final will of heresy Bloom crept in through the rose windows The chorales sounded strangely dull The wicked knocked at the eastern door During the tract the priest ran pale Though the lay dead They felt him near And shivered waiting for the dawn The priest : "It will burn his soul" The baron : "...If not by break of dawn I eat yours" IV. Adversity V. The Rise Of Dawn [Lead:Nord] VI. Slaughter Of The Meek [Lead:Seir] [Lead:Nord] VII. Baphomet Rises A vulture on carrion the dawn sat On the horizon of endless time The Janus fate rises [Lead:Seir]