Limbonic Art
       1995-1996


  Eve of Midnight                   
  
Join in for a dance with the dead
A ceremonial requiem for the gods
When the moon is drained by all its light
On burial ground we gather in the night

Burning candles, incantations
Witches sabbath with unholy craft
Screams and laughter pierce the air
Like a haunting chant through the atmosphere

The dance is held to the end
When the shades of darkness trancend
Beside the ancient lake beneath the spelling moon
Across the fields of hallowed tombs

Join us, walk among us
Mysticus Magus Manifesto
Spectaculum Mortuus Exercitor

We are they who adore the vast midnight skies
Where stars they shins like serpent eyes
We'll free thy soul from its chain
Arrive with thunderstorms and rain
From the darkest abyss
Graveland unfolds
Oh hear the distant echoes call
The eve of midnight a host supreme
Open thy world unseen

Eve of midnight

He who holds the book of sights
Shall be the ruler of the night


  Path of Ice                       
  
Journey into your darkest secrets
Feel the burning flame inside
Admit the ecstacy of the extreme
Just close the eyes and enjoy the override
When we adrift through the sensual streams
The entchanted pains are so divine

There are thorns everywhere
But along the path of ice roses blooms above
Blood is the rose of mysterious unions
The symbol of potency
A taste of erotic sins of lust
The entrance to immortality

There are such sights to see
Adventures and pleasures to feel
The dormant seeds of suffering
The art of mortal flesh that bleed
Indulged in desire, the forbidden soul empire

Path of ice
The entrance to immortality

Cold winds pierce through me
As my darkstar unfolds
I ascend the throne of fantasies
Where the beautiful abyss recalls


  In Mourning Mystique              
  
An arrival into a twilight reverb
As just a shadow of the former self
Sorrow is my name
My true essence is pain
Hear the mourning of the mendacious
From thy empty halls and shafts
Of false blinding light
Prepare the last sacrifice (on the altar)
In the temple of decay
Please spare me from the final agony of shame
I am evil from the moment of conception


  Moon in the Scorpio               
  
It is a time of great light
And a great darkness
Can't you feel the present
Of its phenomenon

In an atmosphere supreme
Forces dwells in dormancy
The essence of its spirit is evil
As a curse upon thy name

Midnight is the shepherd of mysterious powers
And moving shadows in the corner of the eye
Moon's blazing intuition
Contains what death require

Cleanse the doors of perseption
See things appear in its true art
The cold hands of divinity
Will tear thy soul apart

Behold the sky above
when the moon is in the scorpio
A cold bleak light


  Solace of the Shadows
  
I require the solace of the shadows
So the night can be redeemed
As the winds of darkness whispers my name
A kiss of death I recieve
Nocturnal enchanter to thy art I yield
Within the candlelight a rapture is sealed

I set the stones, for invoking ceremonies
In the twilight zones arise abstract galaxies
The migic eye unveils the blackened skies
A new horison begins to each one that dies

The desolation makes me feel....
So dark, so cold, the silence
So dark, so cold, the emptiness
Solace of the shadows

Night surrounds and embraces me
Darkness holds the secrets of man's fears
It captures my heart as the purgatory sears
I cast now the spell as I cross through raging flames
Into darkness cursing flames

I require the solace of the shadows
So the night can be redeemed

Nocturnal enchtanter to thy art I yield
Within the candlelight the rapture is now revealed


  Black Heart's Nirvana             
  
Hallowed be the darkness that coronates my soul
Deep within it's shelter I seek my highest goals
I shall release what is conquered
From which that I now possess
All lifeforce is abandoned
Into the arms of death

Beyond the great dark adventures
In steams from the vast mysteries
Limbonic spheres enclose me
My star is the death of memories

I dwell in a mournful symphony
As I prepare for the cosmic funeral
The body yearns for dormancy
My spirit awaits to be set free

The black vanity I'm romancing
Within the obscurity
I've found my rest where cold emotions reign
And evil dreams of desultory

Through lifetimes I've reached for the candle
In search for the legends of time
'Cause how many moments is'nt a century
When everything dies behind thy eyes
'Cause how many moments is'nt a century
When everything inside just dies....