Tribulation The Children Of The Night 1. Strange Gateways Beckon Beckoning The children of the Night The spirits of the undead An the lesser lights Now the time has come to reach out We must heed their calls When Strange Gateways Beckon Open up to what there is and what might be In the end nothing is as it seems The strangest dreams hide right in front of our eyes Now the time has come to reach out We must heed their calls When Strange Gateways Beckon We stand before a passage Something strange and profound And we need to let go Let ourselves fall through the ground An give in to the gateways 2. Melancholia I'll venture far, I'll reach down to my soul tonight Through the soil, a journey through dark and light Black bile, flames flicker like lightning I hear the dead howl I hear them screaming at the sundown of the world They crawl - will they stay or will they come back? Ephemeral soundscapes, everlasting beauty and despair Spirits slipping out from my dreams Ephemeral landscapes, melancholy lingers in the air Nostalgia spilling forth from my dreams My mind is the staircase I'm going up and beyond, I'm falling down Black pools, I travel through time Bordering on the edges of insanity The time is up, the time is gone, it's infinity Will I stay or will I come back? Hierophany A temple from below It's the magic that I know Eucharist and rebirth A blessing from the goddess herself Awakening the shadows of my self 3. In The Dreams Of The Dead Mysteries of nature untold Through the ecstasies unfold By the grace of the gods Through the innards of the soul We bear witness to the Other To the embrace of the great mother To the burning in man To transcend Open the floodgates in the womb of the world To the Dreams of the Dead Ride the storms where the seas of chaos whirl In the Dreams of the Dead We don't abide by the narrow tunnels Where the spirit's turned to stone Where the face of Mammon's risen And our magic is unknown We set sail to the edge of reason Where the worlds are clear to see Though we are not of the Son of Man We are to be free The veils of doubt swept away Mysterium Tretnendum Atque Fascinans Open the floodgates in the womb of the world To the dreams of the dead, the Other Where the screams are left unheard Open the floodgates in the womb of the world To the Dreams of the Dead Ride the storms where the seas of chaos whirl In the Dreams of the Dead 4. Winds There is a way to break the glass I found a hole in the black mass There is a place where one will learn to see To glimpse the vast Senses speak of something grand Just beyond the grasp of hand A place within to wich I wish to return I stand on the threshold Focused and prepared to burn Winds, take me on! I wring my body to lose control Through the music's violence I bare my soul Ill Will is the fuel that has to flow The Opposition The friction that allows minds to grow This inflation makes the spirit lift As if in chaos, ghost from my flesh may shift For moments may the senses lose their way Its being's grasp Then I am gone and flying free Winds, take me on! Moments of the vast and the great Well beyond both love and hate The humble eyes where all appears as one As if undraped Lift my soul, take me away! Unfolded wide is now the sky So the earth and so am I Winds, take me on! Of the world I am a son Through the world my will is done By my will I will become I am free I am gone 5. Själaflykt [Instrumental] 6. The Motherhood Of God Blessed be the hands whose touch is fire Blessed be a death that takes you higher Whatever your faith is, that verily is you The crack in the skull, the knife that cuts you through Holy bosom, sacred space Chthonic powers, descending grace Supreme Mother to the orphans of god In the shadow lands of the world your deities abound Nebulæ swirl like dust by your lotus feet The above contained within, the whole complete Dweller of invisible landscapes of blood and bone Omniscent, immanent, present and unknown Holy bosom, sacred space Chthonic powers, descending grace Supreme Mother to the orphans of god In the shadow lands of the world your deities abound Blessed be the hands whose touch is fire Blessed be a death that takes you higher In awe we stand of The Motherhood of God! In awe we stand of The Motherhood of God! Holy bosom, sacred space Chthonic powers, descending grace Supreme Mother to the orphans of god In the shadow lands of the world your deities abound 7. Strains Of Horror The presence The dweller I must strike down From where I stand My shadow On the doorstep we shall meet again The one who stands guard before the gate Oh the horror, by dread I'm seized The terror of my dreams released I die and die yet again On my way... towards my fate The last of ends The end of the tunnel I see A faint glow far away Calling me I must squeeze myself through this narrowness Towards the other side Striving Angst and a sudden empowerment And I am through Oh by horror I am unleashed The terror of my dreams released I die and die yet again On my way towards my fate The last of ends 8. Holy Libations Familiarity trickles down through the narrow corridors of faith In the pathways of Jerusalem I breathe Nature's grace, radiantly glowing cold, she pours the wine onto my flesh I bathe in the stream, I wash away the ash Throughout the vastness of time - Alone Throughout the vastness I climb - Alone Twice born - blood is spilled from the cups of ghosts Twice born - close the eyes to recieve the host Precedence is given to the dreamer Precedence is given to the brave I catacombs I dance the dance of Death, I run away from fear In illo tempore, was that so, where do we go from here? We are naked in the darkness, we are one Yet there is solitary in the vast expanse of mind, the threshold to eternity We all find ourselves wandering through the pastures of Arcadian splendor Are we going to the time before time? Remember, remember... Throughout the vastness of time - Alone Throughout the vastness I climb - Alone Ever closing in on the shadows of the strange attractor A return to a paradise that we have lost 9. Cauda Pavonis [Instrumental] 10. Music From The Other From my domain I need to move again Out in the night I settle out Into the mires of my mind I start to sink, slip in between To reach the rift between two worlds Far beyond In the grand darkness I walk in awe I travel while I see and see and lose my breath In the silence I hear their cries The newly born and those who die This is the end of time Here, where all is frightening and sublime Death Silence Life The sky 11. One Hundred Years [Bonus Track][originally by The Cure] 12. Laudanum Dreams [Bonus Track]Time drags me down to its blackest waters Stained glass visions through laudanum dreams In search of my source I am ready to die and be reborn All symbols are subliminal but they keep the gaping truth Restless in flesh Hungry in soul To see the entire whole I must take what there is And create what is missing In its many parts Falling down into the void of Denderah I seek a state the one with many faces It can't be seen or touched But lies within the now What we see and what we know is never settled All belief and its delusions Revelation of life written in flesh Mother of all mantras, Profound vagina of the Earth! Restless in flesh Hungry in soul Expansion of mind Is my goal The self echoes through the hollows Through the Darkness in me The imago breaks the chrysalis The nocturnal creature flickers its grandiose wings Johannes Andersson — Bass, Vocals Adam Zaars — Guitars Jonathan Hultén — Guitars Jakob Ljungberg — Drums