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(CARPE NOCTEM)������ (COGITO ERGO MACTO)


From the CARPE NOCTEM demo:


OURS ARE THE LATE HOURS

As wolves or bats
Through forests or the heights
Fragmented into rats
Causing loathing and fright

        Ours are the late hours
        Ours are the dark powers
        By a gaze of ours
        Any mortal cowers

In the shape of beast
With enhanced might
In the cloak of mist
Thru the ether of night

        Ours are the late hours
        Ours are the dark powers
        By a kiss of ours
        The blood of mortals showers

Cold and pale is our face
White as moonlight
But tight is our embrace
And sharp is our bite

Beyond god's grace
Deprived of the sun's sight
While we feed on their race
We shall avoid the scythe

Old
Yet preserved in eternal youth...
Cold
Yet how easily we do seduce...
Bold
Though ever absent is our pulse...

Those two in the neck
Are points of no coming back...

        Ours are the late hours
        Ours are the dark powers
        Among the withering flowers
        Rise our ivory towers

WHEN THE HORIZON IS JUST A LEGEND

Towards daily duty drowsy I go
Even before the sun to his own attends
When cold winds blow and whistle with sorrow
The very last moments before night ends.

        With only the moon to witness my doom
        Bound to come soon in this night of Autumn

Litten by scarce streetlights, with their shy glow
That dares not shed its beam too far, the land
Lies covered by such thick fog one now vows
That the horizon is but a legend.

        With only the moon to witness my doom
        Bound to come soon in this night of Autumn

In these moments before the fog dispels
When the sky blurs and dyes all blue at dawn
Building a bridge between worlds parallel
And we breathe deep the clouds, which are still down
My body follows to the sunny hell
Yet in spirit, in this magic I drown
    While routine shall keep my now empty shell
    With the mists my soul shall forever dwell...

CARPE NOCTEM

Now that the ever burning sphere
Down the horizon disappears
Nocturnal beasts regain the earth.
They celebrate with joy night's birth
Waking me up from dreamless sleep
To quench this thirst for blood so deep.

        The night is now young...
        ...but for how long?

Hunting in the night so lonely
I wander accompanied only
By the bright light of the moon.
High it shines, a glow in the gloom,
While on pitiful mortals I prey
Until the dark skies bleed sunrays.

        The night is now young...
        ...but for how long?

The wolves howl and low hoot the owls.
In praise of the newborn their chanting goes.
Yet the time never ceases to flow...
Oh child, why do you have to grow?


From the upcoming COGITO ERGO MACTO demo:


FOUR FORCES COME FORTH

I call thee forth, Adversary from the South!
Accuser! Thou who restraineth not thy mouth!
Ever opposite, mighty Lord of fire,
O Satan, grant me that which I desire!

        Come forth, lightbringer, Angel from the East!
        Thou whose glow penetrates the thickest mist!
        O shining-most of stars, Spirit of the air,
        Lucifer Morningstar, grant me thy glare!

Thine is Earth's mastery, Prince from the North!
Ruler of the field's beasts, I call thee forth!
One without master, whom no one can tame,
O great Belial, answer to thy name!

        From whirlpools emerge, Dragon from the West!
        O raging sea, grant me that which I quest!
        As thy name is pronounced loud by these lips,
        Come Leviathan, serpent out of the deeps!

THE BARDS' BURDEN

In the madness of day we scream
Yet no matter how loud
One can never surpass the din
Of the roaring crowd

        In the dead of night we weep
        Yet even then no one will hear
        For all are too asleep
        To notice our tears

So we turn our pain into song
To touch their hearts
Yet it's not until long
After we depart
That any among
Them acknowledges our art

FORGED IN THE BLACKEST OF METALS

Undeniable technique precisely executed
Under the thick fog of frantic beats:
        Turbulence of endless fall.

A sonorous chaos dense enough
To overcome the outside cacophony;
Whence emerges the melody, subtle yet sublime,
Joined by a voice resembling nothing human.

"Noise" to dirty ears, the message is clear:
Utter contempt for the lesser's judgement,
Unyielding reluctance of submission
To the appreciation of inferior sensibilities.

Disregarded as inextricable by the profane,
Used only to the obvious and cheap;
Exclusive of sensitive souls who perceive
How ephemeral the prevalent is.

(Chorus:)
Forged in the blackest of metals known to men
On boilers burning with Hell's own flames
The fiery sword of song and word is raised
And the world's foundations set ablaze.

COGITO ERGO MACTO (The Assassin's Ballad)

"Not by rancour does one kill but by laughter."
Nietzsche's Zarathustra

Murder is not a crime as taught:
The only crime is to get caught.
Murder ought to be planned and thought
From every angle.
Sin? The sin is to be meek.
Cowards turn the other cheek!
One can't afford to be weak
Here in this jungle.

For wolves, to slaughter sick sheep
Is an act of citizenship.
It's a moral duty to strip
The vile from their lives.
Eye for sight and tooth for jaw:
My reading of the jungle's law.
Even when it's served cold shall
My vengeance arrive.

Murder is not a crime as thought:
The only crime is to get caught.
Though this days 'tis better to kill
One too many than one too few...

(C) 1997 FELIPE ZAGREUS

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