Samael
Ceremony of Opposites
- Black trip 3:19
- Celebration of the fourth 2:54
- Son of earth 3:59
- Til we meet again... 4:12
- Mask of the red death 3:04
- Baphomet's throne 3:31
- Flagellation 3:42
- Crown 4:06
- To our martyrs 2:37
- Ceremony of opposites 4:39
"Black Trip"
I've chosen the dark, I've chosen the night
I've lost hope of loving a day of life
The shades of night belong to me
I am at one with hell
Dead inside, I watch the time pass
I wait the coming of my day
My journeys are always within me
There where is found teh bottomless pit
Where, there in I plunge, always a little deeper
There, in that other world where only unity is harmony
Sheltered from the regard and rules of men
Ther colour is absent, light is black
Enemies of the sun, the phantoms of the shadows
Have taught me to delight in horror
Faces without eyes, and silent lips
Float in the immensity of empty space
A sweet melancholy fills my heart
Life as a whole seems absurd
Silence is so pure, so profound that it intoxicates
The emptiness, annihilates all
And nothingniess takes its place
"Celebration of the Fourth"
Oh purificator fire, that burns in me
Rekindle my courage, gife me your force
Blow, northerly wind, come, wind of death
Storms, hurricanes, be at my side
By water, by air, by fire, by earth
Oh purificator water, essence of life
Mirror of time, drown the lies
Earth, mother's man
Dissembowelled by your sons
From your blood of fire
Will rise the chaos
By water, by air
By fire, by earth
"Son of Earth"
Hideous louse!
The face deformed by horror
By the fear of life's duties
By the anguish of the unknown
- Born in blood and tears
- You'll bleed and cry when the day you die
Welcome to the world of the living
Here's your supreme punishment
Look at the wound of life
That only death will be able to heal
Oh! Bulged tummy women
Oh! Deformned body women
From your filthy womb
It's death to whom you give birth
[repeat first verse]
Welcome to the kingdom of the dead
Here's your promised reward
Looks on you to close again
The great vagina of the Earth
" 'Til We Meet Again..."
To those whom I miss,
And to those who would miss me
Life is short, but long in the living
Going forth on the uncertain paths of the future
Seeking an outlet, a path, in vain
There where that tunnel so familiar
And that wall banishing the light
Stifling forever the hope of a better day
Curs'd be she who gave me birth
Prisoner of live, I await my deliverance
I am weary of the struggle for chimeras
Of sensing the weight of time, past and future
I began my descent as from that first day
This night shall be mine, that of the great leap
There will be a war, a key, a door
Faced with the dilemma of the cord
Short are the paths which lead to the tomb
Drunk with eternity I topple the chair beneath my feet
The phobia of the infinite is speedily replaced by darkness
This profound and absolute darkness
Which I have dreamd of for so long
"Mask of the Red Death"
Sickness born with life
She is a careful and patient shadow
Man's faithful enemy
Unceasingly transformed, rebaptized
Behind a different mask
I know it's always the same face,
Always the same eyes greedy for agony
Always the same compassionate ears
Listening to our Moans,
To Our Heartbeats
Passive and disinterested
Like an infidel wife
This cold and wet mouth
Will give us the very last kiss
Death is red,
For those who experience her torments
Bound to death like a daughter to her mother
She gives her mass graves overflowing
Of sketched life, of projects and hopes
What's good to see her so active
Abandoned, in the arms of another plague
Humanity slowly disappears
Someone prays, some others cry
What's the good to see her so active
"Baphomet's Throne"
Each blashemy is another stone to the edifice
of your glory
I want to be the rock on which you'll build
your church
Am I the son you've been waiting for?
Am I the chosen one?
To be your Messiah on earth
And to sit at your left in hell
I've always ignored the doubt
Answers are in the questions
Show me the way to the bophomet's throne ...
Guide my hand, light my path
My mouth will speak with your words,
I'll make statements with your orders
I'll be the supreme insult
Which will forevermore soil teh image of god
I'll be your revenge, I'll be your victory
Guide my hand, light my path
Show me the way,
To reach the baphomet's throne ...
"Flagellation"
Pleasure in pain
Disire of mortification
To achieve the extreme
To know the ultimate
To be a slave for a moment
The body offered up to cruelty
To the lash which whips on the skin
Which slashes the flesh, lacerates the back
To feel the blood, thich and warm
Flow over my wounds
Flagellation ...
To thrust aside the limits
To say "yes" to death
Without fear, without remorse
To give up oneself to torture
Punishment and reward
The whip is ambiguous
It distills vice
In a perverse refinement
[repeat second verse]
"Crown"
If eyes are the mirror of the soul
You will find in mine the scorn and apathy
You will read my hatred as in a curs'd book
You will see yourself as I see you
It is a mirror sombre and opaque
Which protects me, which stifles me
A great ditch around the heart
Which rejects, which estranges me
There is a world in my head
A dead world where nothing lives
And it is there I am, too far,
Far to far to be rejoined
A crown of thorns is still a crown
I am a king in a kingodm of suffering
I have taken my time to reach this stage
I have taken pains to tourture myself
To descend, to descend
Into Pain, I exist
An if my brain is numbed
The thorn in my flesh
Can overcome apathy
There is glory in humiliation
A throne to be taken, a crown to win
I have no more tears,
And my smile has lost its brilliance
I have forgotten who I was
I have killed my emotions
Crushed, empty, weary
Always standing, I am a tree
Awaiting the lightning
"To Our Martyrs"
Reign of fear, of war,
Of silence, of resignation
Under the rules of the book of lies
Trawling the wrong path
Led like cattle
Never try to understand, accept, obey
Follow followers
And forget who you are
What's a lifestyle, to live for others
To share all with everybody
To answer love to hate
[repeat second verse]
Take each single insult and injury
As a present, as a spiritual gold
To buy your place in heaven
I spit at your god's face
I piss on the cross
I vomit on the holy bible
I shit on the blessed whore and hers bastard son
I desecrate, crush and destroy
All which is sacred, all which is blessed
I've found the one who lives in me
Brothers and sisters
Time for change is coming
Bells for revenge strick the end of times
By faith, by force
We'll walk toward the light
And forever be our own god
"Ceremony of Opposites"
The top becomes the bottom
The fantasy becomes the reality
The conceptions change
The landmarks dissolve
And all becomes intermingled
To flirt with the despicable
In a trance without end
Where the ice burns
Like glowing embers
And where one shatters
By fits and starts of sperm
The morale of men
Serve another god
Lose another dream
Sentiments impresion and leave
Their victems without defence
Love is a poison which
Flourishes in the heart of the weak
From the lower world we direct
The attraction of the distasteful
Makes us ignore the vile
Since only from below
Can one better see the heights
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