Herfst The Deathcult Pt. II: Towards Haunted Shores 1. She Dwells the Moors A noxious fume cloaks the Russian meadows in death. - She dwells the moors A frail pale figure ascends the cobbled pathway to Hell. - A haunting guest Cloaked and stumbling, she's a skeletal nymph struggling to reach the gates Towards a dim lit portal to ultimately seal her fate. 'Come forth, my child. Now speak... What burdens thee? Which suffering led you into submission? Thy eyes, once bright, in arcane possession...' 'Father, Saviour... Forgive me, for I have sinned. Repentance, my hope, now gone... Where do I even begin?' She dwells the Moors Maimed and gored She dwells the moors That Impious whore. Hunted, endless cold nights of hiding Banished, degraded, left to die Alone, befouled, condemned Countless prayers under nightly skies. 'Unanswered, Have the gods left me to die? My piousness, worthless... Where is my Divine Guide?' 'Fear not, My Child... But why have you fallen into abandon? Thy loins are pure and your heart is strong... Always submissive to the will of Our Lord... Why has your stature fallen?' 'There is a seed in me, father. Incessantly growing... I can sense it's grotesque form. Merciless, it's gnawing. With forked tongue. Leeching on my insides. I don't recollect the inception... Just a terrible slumber. Opiates? A ritual inception? Sacrilege. How could they, Father? I have been befouled. Villagers, I reckon. Filth. 'In the name of the father and the Holy Spirit. I know this possession you speak of. I was there. I must confess to the Divine. It's true... My dearest. You carry it... The monstrosity... Our child.' This cannot be, have You delivered this ordeal? - She dwells the moors This endless nightmare, this chasm filled by grief. - A haunting guest You have betrayed me father... Sacriligious worm. Under the prentense of empathy... Your fate now lies conceiled. She dwells the Moors Maimed and gored She dwells the moors That Impious whore. Henceforth she dwelleth onwards to her grave A full moon burial and not at the stake. She kneels down at the foot of the lake Accepts the cold embrace by the arms of the seas. Veiled in moss and sludge, she roams the lake Instilling fear in their hearts In the claws of trepidation Perpetual darkness fell on the town by the water She died to be born again Blessed be, father 2. The Thing in the Deep Comrades, fellow sinners, libertines Condemned to the obscure… Under the banner of death we steered towards these haunted shores… Adrift across the ocean An ebony swarming mass Our vessel, a decrepit coffin Above The Thing in the Deep These waves, incessantly striking Roaring, crashing… Everlasting In tune with the thing in the deep Shapeless it patiently sleeps A shadow below us in slumber, brooding, lying, into hiding In tune with the thing in the deep In icy waters, and chasms it leers As the silence turned into a low thundering roar, deep below us The Thing moved in macabre slow motion. Directing the waves, a brooding symphony A baneful stench poisoned the November skies… Rain and thunder Procreate Storm and hail Fornicate Walls of water Out of breath Grotesque downpour Waltz of death A shadow below us in slumber, brooding, lying, into hiding In tune with the thing in the deep In icy waters, and chasms it leers And suddenly Abaft the beam It did arise, from the deep. Ruthlessly, taunting me Suddenly, adrift at sea. Abhorrent, maleficent Churning waves Malcontent Evoked From netherworlds Jet black darkness Gave it birth The thing in the deep The thing in the deep The thing in the deep adrift at sea … 3. Three Spells Into the abyss, drifting solemnly Blissful anodyne haze Lure of Netherworlds Consumed by darkness As serpents squirmed, emerging In baneful sorrow drenched As nightfall unfurled Thelemic wisdom burning Opium dazed nightmares Morbid figures luring Chtonian spirit lair This tribulation, madness Sorrow silenced, fast Anaesthetic bliss Hear, the spell is cast… Come to me Commander, Guide Step forth and take my hand The silver seraph perished By devilish depths consumed Step forth, arise o dark one Three Spells to break the curse Drink from the chalice of wisdom Woe upon those souls unmoved Heretic madness burning Three spells, three oaths, three skulls Transformations Mutated monstrous figures Amorph creatures staring Eyeless, soulless, faceless. Opium nightmares breeding Phantasmagoric dreaming Macabre psychosis leering Three spells, three oaths, three skulls! Ascension Towards the spirit world Beyond the realm of stars In death we find rebirth Immolation Towards the spirit world Beyond the realm of stars In death we find rebirth Transformations Amorph creatures staring Eyeless, soulless, faceless. Transformations Amorph creatures staring Towards the spirit world Transformations Beyond the realm of stars In death we find rebirth Transformations Beyond the realm of stars In death we find rebirth Transformations In death we find rebirth In death we find rebirth! 4. Towards Haunted Shores A raven takes to the sky A piercing shriek the time is nigh We sail across the seas murk encroaches all encroaches me I ruined them one by one silently, I bid my time Until that day had come Revenge so sweet, yet gone anon Scholar of profane ways Accuser of immoral decay Wrecker of impertinent effigies This is my name This is my creed A curse to be reprieved This is my grace Perdition comes apace I wait I watch I hate I roam Towards Haunted Shores Towards Haunted Shores Dona eis dolorem aeternam! Bundled, embalmed, leatherbound a relic, morbid and abstruse No eyes ever will behold Convened therein, a fearful truth A truth to loathe and to cherish We crossed the moors and barren land seven sordid ways to perish wrath wrought by my hand I wait I watch I hate I roam Towards Haunted Shores Towards Haunted Shores Dona eis dolorem aeternam! Seven times I died myself time and time and time again Seven times I bid farewell to humanity profane On this trip I seek redemption Tainted my soul a darker hue For I have become number eight Still this heart beats overdue now I embark just one last time the Loa guide me on this trip Brother, Father, we will soon meet as we set sail Towards Haunted Shores Now look beyond the sky and see... Now leave behind your life leave me Look beyong the sky and see Leave behind your life leave me Scholar of profane ways Accuser of immoral decay Wrecker of impertinent effigies This is my name This is my creed A curse to be reprieved This is my grace Perdition comes apace I roam.... I roam.... Towards Haunted Shores 5. Code Noir