Turia / Vilkacis
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1. Vilkacis- In the Night's Grip

Under the spell of phosphorescent hellfire,
Frozen, transfixed in the night.
The white night of transformation;
In liminal dance with cataclysmic dawn.

Under the spell of lunar sorcery,
Summoned, unleashed on the night.
The scorched night of retribution;
The liminal dance of lycanthropic will.

Night of torment, Night of vengful lust.
Beast in man devours itself.
Taken by wolven hunger.
Caught in the grip of the night,
Now and Forever.

In the burning radiance of ruined civilization,
The cycle repeats and the wolf is born again.
The bloodied shroud of man is cast aside.
The cycle repeats and the wolf is born again.


2. Vilkacis - Final March into Flame

Life marched in lockstep
Carried by songs of victory.
With words of wind and timeless pride,
The promise glory held.

But pride gave man to hubris
And victory never came.
The winds then stunk of bloat and rot,
The glory, a mirage.

The march turned to a stagger and discord claimed the ranks.
Abandoned by the beacon that led them through the night.
Self proclaimed warriors realized they were in chains.

Benighted by arrogance,
They still stumble into flame.
Would-be wolves licking at the hook of pride,
Choking on the blood of their own undoing.

I too drink the blood,
But draw strength from their disgrace.
Their corpses carry me upwards,
Lit by the flames.


3. Turia - Tuchtroede

Carnale visionen
De sublieme ecstase

Bemonder hetdoodenspektakel!
Bespeeld door heilige pilaren

Haar verfoeilijke kunst
In een vlammenouur

Moeder van de reede
Een mraakoefening


4. Turia - Spiegel der eenvoudige zielen

Haar knokige armen uitgestrokken
Machtig de leeuwen als
lammeren aan den voeten
te doen nederliggen

Bestrikt onder de ongebreidelde driften
van een ijdele en genotzuchtige menscheid

Tooverachtig aanblik der heiland
Sterf in celestiale schijn
Spiegel der vernietigde zielen