The Curse
Full-length,
Recorded in Clash Studio Wrocław, 2004
Published by Sound Riot Records, 2006

Lyrics

Invocation

Lie down in my mind
thunderous King
Pure reality...
Satan! who create youself
Divine man filled
by the light of will
Impassive, pedatory
Resting in every time of existence

...Take flesh from My flesh
Drink blood from My veins...

You! Who the winter of wisdom
awakes from emptiness
You! For whose God doesn't exist
You! Spiritual revange of the truth
You! Shining lightning of the nighty sky
shattreing Jesus Christ's flesh

You! Innocent child of the Thelema Eon
Open my eyes by sparks of the starlights
Let me leave by immaterial way
I wouldn't die beyond the livings

Devil of the pure feelings
Devil of the pure wrath
Kill in the might of suffering
Preaching death of the God
Preaching death of the God

Crowning Satan arise!


The Curse

This is my soul, fallen angel pushed
into the night. A star in the darkness ocean of enlightenment
in the world without god
silent ocean of truth - human, god, beast
master baphomet... his taste fills my mouth
I'm filling in with heat of his ego
Do as you will that's the law
let ground be cursed thrice
let jude, who is saging on the cross, be
pushed away and loathed
let untouched Maria be thorn on the wheel
let poisoned gases be filling temples of compassion
let mercy be rejected

This is the truth, not a lie
revealing innocence is a lie

my god is cold emptyness of the night sky
in wich i'm raying thin light
and i'll last till last star
falls from heaven
i am the king of pain, i'm the madness
lonely,inside the spell of ethernal sadness
....like the sun of the middle-night is always a son

I'm Your altar
Your desire
On the stone table I'm waiting
For the last act
of Your....
....Profanity

Secret Light
this is my soul, fallen angel pushed
into the night. A star in the darkness herald of enlightenment
in the world without god
silent ocean of truth - human, god, beast
master baphomet... his taste fills my mouth
I'm filling in with heat of his ego
Do as you will that's the law
let ground be cursed thrice
let jude, who is saging on the cross, be
pushed away and loathed
let untouched Maria be thorn on the wheel
and all the virgins be scorned by you

Storm Rider

Carriage embossed in ice
Carried by white death's horses
Proudly goes through
My clear tears
Which are her road
In the journey to the stars

When longing dies
Echo of mind disappears
Last star's journey

Cold empty soul
So I have no soul
Everything reaches its end

When the last star goes out
When the Earth will die
Divine sparkles of the unbreakable
Space of the nocturnal sky
Will light up the Universe

Kisses sacrificed
In the emptiness of the expanse
Last journey on the lightning
To put the Earth to death

Cold empty soul
So I have no soul
Everything reaches its end

The Crock of The Gold

He have heard once about The Crock of Gold
And he decided to get it
He knew that his aim appears once a year
In the most beautiful night of old creed

He sacrificed whole life for it
He forgot about relatives, world
He was dying but he tried each year
In the most beautiful night of old creed

He never gave up but he lost
He collapsed into oblivion
But we know that he is alive
and he is still searching

In the most beautiful night
In the most beautiful night
In the most beautiful night
In the most beautiful night

Pagan

Altars in the flames
I'm running through the woods
I'm running away from the evil
Hanged fellows around me
I se the crows eating their eyes

I se the venom which was poising the earth
I felt on my face for the first time
Like the angel who disagreed with their god
In the beginning of their world

I turn around
I se them they are close
They want my death
I rise up to run on
But I fell down again

Slaved servants of church capture mi
Merciful shepherds of Christ
My stake is burning
They ask me do I believe in their god
Never !

Now I'm waiting for my death
My redemption
With me dies the old true
Hated alchemy of death

Epitaph

Last act of extrication has been done
Horseman of the lightning
traveling towards the highest mountain peaks

You shed the heaviest of the shroud
in the most beautiful night

Now your attire is clear
You are like bird which found its wings
Raised by Gods to the God's world
Night warrior holding the truth flame
In the unity with the Universe
you see their gleam

Planetary dust cold as a stone
Gleam which is carried by numberless stars
Gleam as a symphony of sounds
Filling our black hearts

Though juices of your life have coagulated
And Death has put you to sleep
Though black sun has burnt the illusion

You have not died
One-eyed Father will accept you
To the rooms which the alive dream about
Horseman of the lightning
Death will not win

Death will not win with You

Outro

Instrumental