THY SERPENT "Christcrusher" 1998 Nuclear Blast 1. Chambers Of The Starwatcher 2. Curtain Of Treachery 3. Thou Bade Nothingness 4. So Free Are The Wolves 5. Circle Of Pain 6. Christcrusher 7. Crystalmoors 8. Calm Blinking Chambers Of The Starwatcher ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I am the Starwatcher silver son of Moon The crow's lightened wing and earth's son too I make thunder trees and shape thine growing eyes Wither thy loved ones I am the father of time (In this blue chamber) Ye saw me storm did thee pray then... ye while son of a Worm Did thee not weep of vengeance, back then? No, it was a feeble begging for what, who and when? Ye could just have sat in a rock with thine skin as a momentous figure of them Fragile are thee to wait for a win Thus a bone of mine looks inside of thine eager meat with a grin hoping to gush out with joy. Slowly thee die with me inside Like serpent I am to gleam, within thee I do always dream. And slither to thine soul as it seems; Mine shade is kingdom of beings Curtain Of Treachery ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A dream I saw in a curtain of treachery between wolf's teeth it watched me deadly this flame made fresh ruins, and war reigned supreme in every beast's core Ages of darkness took upon the earth shadows glared on each evil birth Horned black riders rode under the stars Sun was unseen through mists of war Red steam rose to paint men's faces Horrible creatures raised to kill their children and from sky and earth lightning struck the living to burn, I rape and melt the ashes, of those once seeing All shades of white descended to wither colours of flesh and blood made men shiver the riders pillaged and slayed meat and drank from the weeping heads with ease Thou Bade Nothingness ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In times, when I fain of a season its chill hold me wist, of an unknown reason Greyness upon streams parlous and cool Sheer the light which reflects from Plenilune Ready to tale stars of wan, as both forwandered, and loath the ways thee all ran astounded So did thine glaive rust with wind and water so terrified of fallow thee roamed to gutte Perhaps the fragments of thine willing skin saw no reflections of, what is called a bale king Neither have Fall's shades descended to leaves Of no nightbird's ashes belong to mine needs Together a battle raged between moon, likely the escorts of an velvet son. One lode led to forhungered wood, the frith were dark and thus thou run As I see nothing but mere piece of meat, trying to achieve as vision holds lack. Hanging upon wold, not wist the made plead, Twisting in gloam, this path fares not back... Thus... Of no nightbird's ashes shall I devour. So Free Are The Wolves ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In the shadows of the trees, I looked that huge icy opening where the wolves turmoiled. They seemed so free... I moved slowly between the trees, towards the pack of wolves... They seemed so untouchable, and they didn't even notice... At last one of the wolfes looked at me, anger that was face of the wolf, changed to observing look. Slowly it walked towards me, it didn't show his teeth, only its hesitating look. Tears flowed slowly from my eyes, when I realised that it had accepted me. I walked ever closer to that pack of thousandheaded, wolves stared at me, not angrily but observing. At last they came to me, overturned me down and licked my cold face. Suddenly a huge thunder was heard from those mountains, the storms arrived. Hard wind started to blow, it blew all that snow to my eyes. Wolves watched me for a moment and ran towards the sunset... I tried to run after them, but so cold I had that I fell on my knees. I cried tears of desperation, life was turned its back on to me, now the death was real. I started to walk towards that icy pond. I looked my self from surface of the ice, so pale and dead I was. I broke the cover of ice with my last strenght, and I allowed myself to flow deep... With smile on my face I died; into those thick waters... Circle Of Pain ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Your blood was the one in the Mirror the one dripping its way down the wall the drops that would soon touch the floor adventuring each bottomless hole between Halls fill with this precious gift that have somehow escaped through your skin could it have something to do with me? show me your arms, your body... why yes! it was me Screaming you are, wonder why so pale and helpless? was it not pain you sought out of life was it not you who chose to live for misery and to be like your greatest idol jesus christ... ...decorated with Nails So bleed now, beg for the relief of death for that would be a waste to let you die now taste life's greatest gift, pain I shall never release you from this life... Christcrusher ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Burn the church Rape the priest Fuck jesus christ Smash the face Feel the blood Kill the christians Destroy what Thay brought here Hundreds of years ago Give them what They deserve Kill the christians I can't follow jesus christ The biggest liar of the light I don't need your fucking bread Share that with the sheeps Thousands of heathens were murdered By christian hands And what they have told us Bastards of Undivine god Lies, Lies, Lies Kill the christians Crystalmoors ~~~~~~~~~~~~ I do profound the death, Inside which it weakens me. Not mine acting does it cause ...it is in fear. But blindness thou see in every mortal - dreamlike thought, including in me. Beheaded I am, greedly waiting besides thine grotesque being. For a saviour of this soul had it even ever been? Thou all art but blind fruits, in mine created bowl; Only feeling my hunger to thine flesh, as stars have come old. It Is a desolate night in me again, so I was told. Carried I did the shadow alone, to these crystalmoors. With a bare arm and drop of blood ...as I do recall. My reasons for vast profoundness, are deepen far away. By the shimmering light of the "ill-face" I do stand pale and tall... Wandering about in darkness questioning myself Was there ever a day at all? Calm Blinking ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ We now could face our seedling, and to accept the disliked figure it bears. Watch while it stings my growing as this old friend lasted for years. That grey and simple passage hidden within my beloved nectar, it is what he needs held inside ethereal glass of red potion I do now lie cold in grass and plead Begging this familiar face to give oceans but he just hands me the weeds as morningrise never reached my chambers I stare that pale knife with greed It flashes the only colour to my portrait in this moment's ashes; it is a dream No tears to give for this long trail this elixir; my blood, is what I bleed In a word of simplicity and hasted strength I never saw that blinking again... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ All music by Thy Serpent Lyrics by T. Maensivu, 4 and 6 - by Thy Serpent Front cover by Jim Buckerman Recorded Feb'98 at Tico-Tico Studio, Kemi Engineering by Ahti "Pikkasenrankka" Kortelainen Mastered at Finnvox by Mikka Jussila