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Ne Cheamă Pămîntul
05:36
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La voi cobor acuma, voi suflete-amăgite
Şi ca să vă ard fierea, o, spirite-ameţite
Blestemul îl invoc
Blestemul mizantropic, cu vînăta lui gheară
Ca să vă scriu pe frunte, vita ce se-nfiară
Cu fierul ars în foc…
O, fiarbă-vă mîndria în vinele stocite,
În ochii stinşi de moarte, pe frunţi învineţite
De sînge putrezit
Ce am de-alege oare în seaca-vă fiinţă?
Ce foc făr-a se stinge, ce drept fără să-mi minţă
O, oameni morţi de vii
Vedeţi cum crapă urna, cenuşa reînvie
Cum murmură trecutul cu glas de bătălie
Poporului Roman
Cum umbrele se-mracă cu zale ferecate
Şi frunţile cărunte le-nalţă de departe
Un Cesar, un Traian
Cad putredele tronuri în marea de urgie
Se sfarmă deodată cu lanţul de sclavie
Şi sceptrele de fier
În două părţi Infernul portalele-şi deschide
Spre-a-ncăpea cu mia răsufletele hîde
Tiranilor ce pier
O, sfinte firi vizionare
Ce făceaţi valul să cînte, ce puneaţi steaua să cînte
Ce creaţi o altă lume pe astă lume de noroi
Proşti şi genii, mic şi mare, sunet, sufletul, lumină
Toate-s praf, lumea-I cum este… şi ca dînsa sîntem noi.
Chorus : Şi singur stau şi caut, ca uliul care cată
În inima-omenirii de viaţă dezbrăcată
Un stîrv spre-a-l sfîşia…
NE CHEAMA PAMINTUL (english translation)
Earth Summoning Us
To you I now descend, oh you, deluded souls
And to purge your sorrow, you forlorn spirits
The curse I shall invoke
The misanthropic curse, with its sordid, purple claws
To carve your forehead, instead of cattle brand
With iron burnt in fire
In vain will pride be seethed in veins dried up and scorched
In death-swallowed eyeballs, on foreheads purple-hued
By putrid blood that died
What can I ever chose from your exhausted entity
No fires free from dying, no undeceiving right
Oh, you dead men walking
See, how urns now burst, the ashes resurrect
Alike the past, which murmurs with the battle-cry
Of the Roman Empire
See the far-off shadows, they dress in steely armor
And raise their noble foreheads that gone grey
Great Trajan and great Cesar
The rotten thrones are crumbling swept by tempests waters
The rulers’ iron scepters, the heavy chain of slaves
Together are now crushed
The gates of the inferno outrageously wide-opened
Engulfing now by thousands the filthy, depraved breaths
Of tyrants grim who perish
Oh, holy visionary minds, who set the stars to sing....
Who create another world on these realms of mud and grime
Fools and wise, young and old, sound, soul and light
All is dust, the world’s like this, and so we all are
Chorus: I am alone and searching like vultures from a crest
Among the hearts of mankind of any life undressed
A carcass to be torn
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Tongue Of Thorns
04:36
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A dying romance, bleeding for my sensation
Would Death unmask the azure of the creation ?
Oh, stay far from my crown of certainties…
A dying romance, the blindman's torch of ideals
Men of stories, don't try to robe my morningstar
Cause it will never shine in your eden
A dying romance, withered by your naivity
The scent that I perceive comes from words
Which escaped your mouth of flies
Selfish, fetid romance…
You lick the shit of this world
Men's quintessence sways in streams of hope
Drowning in silvercups always used at funerals
Marvellous, when even Death tries to flee from you
The flames leave their candles, soon they will die, too
Immune to life... I'll always die
In the palms of heaven, where serpents lie
Bedeviled Paradise... web of all sin
Ethereal shadows rise, postmortem redeemed!
Selfish, fetid romance…
You lick with a tongue of thorns!
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Glasul Artei Viitoare
08:37
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Strainule ce bati la poarta… de unde vii si cine esti?
Strainule de lumea noastra, raspunde-ne de unde vii,
Prin care lumi traisi cosmarul nepovestitelor povesti
Si-n care stea gasisi culoarea decoloratei nebunii?
"De unde vin?… De unde pot veni, cînd ochii-mi
plini de regrete si tristeti par 2 candele-aprinse
în cripta mortilor poeti?"
Priviti… sînt gol, caci calea-mi fuse-atît de lunga
Si-n calea mea-ntîlnii pe rînd pe toti
Cîti vrura sa va vînda podoabe noi ce nu se vînd
Pe cei ce vrura sa va-ndrume spre mai bine
Spre-acel îndepartat întrezarit
În armoniile eterne dintr-un sfîrsit si-un infinit.
"De unde vin ?… Eu vin din lumea creata dincolo de zare
Din lumea-n care n-a fost nimeni din voi…"
Deschideti poarta dar, veniti în jurul meu degraba
Porniti cu mine-mpreuna spre lumea-n care nu-s…
castele cu punti si santuri feudale
Nici ruginite porti de-arama la care bat cei noi sositi
Veniti cu toti cît mai e vreme si mai puteti cînta!
Veniti, sa v-aprind în suflet lumina stinselor faclii
Si-n versuri fantasmagoria si vraja noilor magii
Iar cînturile voastre cu care azi cersiti o pîine…
Sa le cunun cu stralucirea aurorelor de mîine…
Dar poarta a ramas închisa la glasul artei viitoare!
Glasul Artei Viitoare—Chant of ‘morrow’s art (english version)
Oh, stranger, who’s knocking on the portal
Who are you, and where are you from?
Oh, stranger to our world
Answer, where do you come from?
Where have you been living the nightmare
Of these untold stories...?
And in which star have you finally found
The colour of our faded madness?
...”Where I come from? Where could I come from,
When my eyes, full of sadness and regrets,
Look like two candles glowing
In the crypt of the dead poets..?!!”
Behold, naked I am now, as I’ve trodden a long way
Where I’ve been encountering, one by one, all those,
-who wanted to sell jewels, which cannot be sold...
-who wanted to lead the world towards “better times”
Towards that distant horizon...
...within the eternal harmony between end and infinity...
“Where do I come from? I come from the world beyond horizons
From the world, where no one of you has ever been before!!”
So open up the gates, gather all around me
And we’ll walk together towards the world
Where no castles and bridges exist, nor feudal ditches...
Nor corroded bronze porches, which newcomers knock at
Arrive yet, while time’s not up and you still may chant
Come now, let me set ablaze the extinguished torches in your soul
Its phantasmagoria and the spell of new magiks,
And those chants, you’re begging today for bread with
I shall put together with the glowing of ‘morrow’s aurorae...
Though, the gates are still closed to the chant of ‘future art...
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When She's Mute
04:03
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Although the world would call me free
Each day the more her slave am I
For in her very way to be
There's I don't know what
I don't know why
Already from the day we met
Was my freedom mortal shot
She's but a girl as they, and yet
There's something more, I don't know what
No matter what we speak or do
The moments in sweet silence fly
For somehow there is music, too
When she is mute, I don't know why
So likely to my dying day
To follow her will be my lot
For in her sweet and candid way
There's I don't know why
I don't know what
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A Death In Its Plenitude
04:59
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Screaming day and night at the dark-forboding walls
Lights dim before me and enthralls all
I'll always look the same in this cold, forsaken dark...
Teach me to drip own tears
For the pain of other's hearts
Not the essence
But the woe of mankind
To weep within my crying
Root the strength of love and hatred
Let blood flow in purest red
Root the angel's rage into my soul
Let it grow...
There os something infidel that's gonna happen today
Be the witness, now and ever, abandoned angel of decay
The obscurity's curtain I paint as the blind
Life's tumult in the free fall
The ghouls chasing its trace
Oh, dreams, here ended all...
Is there something in us all
That can last forever?
I feel the strange penetrating my fibres
Mocking at my vacant spheres
Body parts cut cold evolving to a rotting culture
A death in its plenitude!
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Body Of Clay
05:02
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Cry with my tears
Cry with my pain
Still in the cold
Neverending rain
With one of your kisses
My words you'd freeze
From one of your kisses
My bleeding would cease
Shed all my tears
The flood devours all
The earth, us, rushing...
A shy, whispered call
Death becomes angels
Who won't turn away
Defying all my yearing
And my body of clay
Cry with my crying
You end up like (a) mole
Death loves the angels
Retired into my soul
As I'm drained and welken
My last wish I sigh
Let me be, darling
Tears in your eye.
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New World Order
06:05
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Putrid cross of ignorance, loss of reverence, whip of innocence
Been listening to your mourning, watching you falling
Deeper, farer, until your calling
Evoked an eerie tone, that only you alone
As a warning have known
Guess, you've tried everything
To be as me, to winback the soul I've kindly been
Treating like my only son
God's shiny angel, I am gone
and you what the hell have you become?
Abandoned son, my fairly fallen angel, come on
And tell your father, what will we become!?
Angels, we dwell in hell, humiliating and sad as well
The world succumbed, some tell
And there I stand stone-still, hence
In my own non-existance and muse upon consequence!
Blood stained clay, forth from our sacred dissaray
Someone will walk a new way
And will close the door 'twixt us and common core
Angel, did you really want this war?
Scarlet lips of indecency (Scarlet lips of perversity)
In search for a splintered tongue (Matching each face disguised)
Sharpened words of intimacy
They'll need (all) my love (They'll need my hatred)
Sapience, pierce my flesh with your thorns of irony
Angel falls and twists her wings and her gleaming breasts
will rot like foul flesh, hence worms will dance
to a macabre romance... the rape of sweetness in my eyes
Decrepitude, pierce my tongue with your womanliness
Suck the honey of my breath and tear faith apart
Scratching suicidal love on life's putrid skin
I am your mortal son, so I am sin!
Oh ye, in hell we are, humiliated and bizarre
How only I have reached so far, my star
And you, across that melting sky
Waiting for me to die
For everything must die, and within everything am I
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Back Into The Shadows
06:39
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In the night of my final sacrifice I sent my soul
Into the vast and fathomless unknown to find a word
A word, that indicates the beyond.
It came back later and spoke:
"I am myself heaven and hell!"
Sculptured in time as another chapter of life
Sharp are the thorns of the roses, which lay dank upon me
For too long I knew that I had to arrive
Yet destination isn't as linear as humanity
Touch the feeling - touch the soul
Touch the morning dew and see the glamour
In my stark eyes reflecting
The icon of a setting in a serene summer
So many flowers give away to mystery and loneliness
Their subtle perfume and their indifference
So much jewelry's forgotten in the soil, in darkness
But who dares to tread the silent meadows
That lie beyond the mirror of one's self?
Who dares to reach the phantoms of one's heart?
To behold the murderer of life and art?
And what is death?
What gives birth?
What sells good or has no worth,
When everything you feel is cold?
Why am I? Who's this hand?
Whose decisions I can't comprehend...
But isn't history foretold?
There's a tide... in the affairs of men
Which, taken of it's flood, leads on to fortune
But all the voyage of their life
Is bound in shallows and miseries...
But if you desire to see the light...
As it truly is, clear and bright
You must move - back into the shadows
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Les Possedes
04:45
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Deep into the darkness peering
Long I stood there fearing
Dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before...
But the silence was unbroken
And the stillness gave no token
And the only word there spoken
Was the whispered word: "Veritas"
This the dark whispered
And an echo murmured back the word
Merely this and nothing more!
Fools and faith conspire
Questions of desire
That they never owned before
Kings without their armour
Men without their honour
We all slip into oblivion
We are the dark inside the night
The ghosts about which the poets write
And the dreams that night's embrace
That slowly leave without a trace...
O, suflet sparge-odata, ingusta-ti inchisoare
Si scutura-te-odata de-acest lut pamintesc!
Vreau sa m-agat de tine, spre cer navala dind
Cum viermii de-un cadavru s-agata misunind!
English translation of last verse:
O, soul, break away from your tiny cage
And shake off your body of clay
I want to cling on to you, rushing towards heavens
As maggots cling on to a dead body, creeping!
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Neovampirism
06:12
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Grele gînduri, anemie, nocturn complot
Noaptea-I vie, iar o mie de stele
Mă privesc şi eu tînjesc la ele
Oglinda-I spartă şi în ea se oglindeşte tot !
Deşarte gînduri, lăcomie, în mine… tu
Un înger, un demon, un univers apus
Ca Marte de roşu, de moarte sedus
Oglinda-s eu şi în ea te oglindeşti şi tu
Apropie-te, tîrîndu-te spre sînul naţiunii
În somnul calm al neştiutorilor
Se vaită sufletele blestemaţilor
Ce ca lacrimi roşii se scurg din cupa raţiunii
Şterse pleoape-n adormire
Peste voi, răzvrătire, iară mie
Insomnie…
Eyes I've kept always open, never meaning to see
Your white wings dipping into my crescent agony
I love your bleeding, for it keeps me seeking
And I won't ever cease, cause it tastes like honey
On my wounded lips
For whom was that smile
You wiped off so unpleased
With your indecent fingertips?
Would you bleed for me again
For I adore its pounding on my seared tongue
Translation of romanian verses:
Burden of thoughts, anemiae, nocturnal conspiracy
The night is alive and thousand stars beholding me
And I’m longing for them...
The mirror is broken and reflecting everything
Wasted thoughts, greed, within me... you
An angel, a demon, a drowning universe
Red as Mars, seduced by Death
The mirror’s broken and reflecting you too
Approach now, crawl now to the breast of nations
Upon the calm sleep of the ignorants
The souls of the damned wail
As blood-red tears flow off the chalice of reason
Faded eyelids faling into deep sleep
Upon you... mayhem
Upom me... insomniae
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11. |
Heaven's Coffin
05:09
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Deep into the darkness peering
Long I stood there fearing
Dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before...
But the silence was unbroken
And the stillness gave no token
And the only word there spoken
Was the whispered word: 'Veritas'
This the dark whispered
And an echo murmured back the word
Merely this and nothing more!
Fools and faith conspire
Questions of desire
That they never owned before
Kings without their armour
Men without their honour
We all slip into oblivion
We are the dark inside the night
The ghosts about which the poets write
And the dreams that night's embrace
That slowly leave without a trace...
O, suflet sparge-odata, ingustati inchisoare
Si scutura-te-odata de-acest lut pamintesc!
Vreau sa m-agat de tine, spre cer navala dind
Cum viermii de-un cadavru s-agata misunind!
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12. |
Ribbons / Requiem '99
06:48
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Random raining, ribbons of melancholy
The moment dies right here, before me
Grey horizons tarred to my days
The curtain fell, still the solitary plays
Dance with me, me dear
The dance of those, who'll never return
Bleeding traces left behind, for the living
Hear life forging with death
It's a gorgeous storm unfurling
I've awaited for so long
Now you taste like honey, dear,
On my rigid tongue
It's soothing as you delve
Into my crescent agony
Your lips of tragedy licking my requiem
I am betrayed by your kiss...
"Would you bleed for me again,
For I adore its pounding
On your fetid, lifeless shell, it becomes like satin
No love existing, oh, my darling, see
I am the architect of this bitter-sweet abstract"
A key, a door, a vision, remnants of a dream
Corridor of conclusions thru wide ribbons seen
Like a statue starring with the same cold eyes
Honey, kill me again, for know now what I am
Lay down with me, my dear
Listen to this requiem, you always loved to hear
Through you knew the words, you sang them wrong
Blood began to clog
Still in the rain,
Some things can't be remembered
And some are harder to forget...
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Agathodaimon Mainz, Germany
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Discography:
Carpe Noctem Demo 1996
Near Dark Demo 1997
Blacken The Angel 1998
Higher Art Of Rebellion 1999
Chapter III 2001
Serpent's
Embrace 2004
Phoenix 2009
In Darkness 2013
The Seven 2022
... more
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