Glorior Belli The Great Southern Darkness 1. Dark Gnosis So tell me now dear soul, Are we truly redeemed? For we ate from the tree And were granted knowledge, Yet we must walk the path Of self divinity and shatter All forms of cosmic illusions. Hence we step across The great southern darkness, That gift of pure freedom, Eternal and unbound. The fall of the vessels Was well formulated; High on the ancient skies The stars all point to death! We are the enemies Of limiting structures, The fervent destroyers Of all that is holy. Victorious and forceful, We are the challengers O my fiery soul, of the one demiurge! 2. Secret Ride To Rebellion Or She-Yesh Bo Mahshavah! Beacon of the nightside (Archetype of anti-existence) Counter light of the vile creation, Degeat the lies of cosmic existence! The essence of our souils Stems from the abyss of evil In accordance with the dark gods We manifest our true nature, And summon the thought-less light, In outbursts of forbidden wisdom! The essence of our souls Resembles an angry wolf At night when evil dreams in swarms Intensify our true nature, We summon the thought-less light, In outbursts of acosmic prayers! We call upon thee, Lucifer! Antinomian father Enlighten the acavsal path, On a secret ride to rebellion! We call upon thee, Azrael! O horned one Awaken the fiery self, On a secret ride to rebellion! 3. They Call Me Black Devil They call me black devil, Prince of sins and many more... For I am the adversary, The bringer of eternal sight They call me black devil, King of lies and many more... For I am the antithesis, The bearer of acosmic light I am the greatest curse Of limiting structures Humming through the deserts A secret that sets free The weapons that I forge Are crafted with the flame That consumes all the forms Of the cavsal system The ritual that I sing Is attuned with the flame That annunciates trouble For the divine mistake For when I truly manifest Yet hardly make my presence known In that moment the universe Slips through endless dark horizons! 4. Negative Incarnate I carry in the depths of my daimonic soul Thy essence as a plague for the cosmic disgrace Life is - nothing else but a dry cosmic shell Surrounded by the seas of primordial chaos From behind the nervous curtains Of my trembling cosmic prison, The dark gods are firmly waiting Filled with hatred for the cosmos; Outside the frame of creation, Lies the darkest of all secrets, The magick of the queen dragon Awaits for us to crush the gates! I carry on the depths of my daimonic soul Thy essence as a plague for the redundant farce Life is - nothing else but a dry cosmic shell Surrounded by the seas of primeval darkness I am the pale figure hidden in a black cloack Wandering the deserts to summon up evil! I bring the secret holes, To this disgraceful realm, By which a thousand years of blood And strain escape! 5. Bring Down The Cosmic Scheme We are of archonic nature, So strange and deeply afflicted! And yet we embrace the consequences Of this grotesque farce For we will defeat and bring down The cosmic scheme! Chant for the triumph of chaos And tear down the sordid temples; Bid the forces of the nightside Through many ways of intrusion. Yet the divine spark should now be restored To the initial misery, For we will defeat and bring down The cosmic scheme! My eyes from which the lies Have fully departed, Remain raised to the sky, As if they are looking, Beyond the causal law And confining systems, Staring at the black light Beyond the cosmic plan. 6. The Great Southern Darkness I longed and waited for that very day When I would break my cage of clay For far too long I have endured Enslaving spells of the demiurge Tis smile they fake while we celebrate Satan Tis life they crave while we glorify Satan Hence I step across, The great southern darkness! That gift of freedom, Eternal and unbound. The break of the vessels Was well orchestrated, High on ancient skies The stars all point to death. 7. The Foolhardy Venturer When Earth in its young prime languished with grotesqueness Where solely wicked chimes loudy would resonate A challenging saraph whose chants force hearts to break Had divine glory found in sordid depths unknown He reached a place so down he felt his wings perish Crawling through desperate lands, not knowing night from day For so long he remained dormant in such grey lairs But never will ignore the essence of his strife Painting a mournful world, by fierce natures engulfed And from that brave journey a very beast was born Sometimes he asks himself is truth still deafening But then he laughs in panic of delight Satanic Howling by the moonlight: Father, I've raised you to renown And laud your thousand names to despicable crowds But had I wished to bring you down, revealing your secrets Your shame would surely match your questionable pride And without fame you'd be but a fool to deride! Then thought no more, for suddenly his logic failed Silence and utter night has become his temple When Earth in its young prime withered with deviousness Where solely blatant chimes would resonate A confronting seraph whose chants could enlighten Had divine glory found in a darkness that burns 8. Per Nox Regna 9. The Science Of Shifting I'm traveling the road to ruin It leads to my transformation. I am the scion of ecstasies Misplaced in mundane dimensions Tie the clove hitch tightly 'round me Lest my soul be cleaved. Seek a tree whose roots delve deeply, Nourished by long-forgotten deeds, And lash me there eternally. To a maddening melody I've inherited the calling Of the accursed initiates Drawn to secret incantations And evocations of the damned A thief of tomes of stolen truths, I've crossed the spiritual abyss All that I have ever beheld Ceases to matter or endure. The former world in which I've dwelled So shamelessly wrecked asunder. Saturated by black visions... Oily and viscous intrusions... Sensing the scourge of centuries So viscerally in gloaming... Soiled, misshapen, I am shifting, With my eyes secretly lifting Black revelations I have sought See what wisdom this bane has wrought: So erdite, so pure, iimbued With arcane knowledge of the dead... Malady of the mind ensues Lest lucidity deals me dread. Tie the clove hitch tightly 'round me Lest my soul be cleaved. Seek a tree whose roots delve deeply, Nourished by long-forgotten deeds, And lash me there eternally. To a maddening melody 10. Chaos Manifested 11. Horns In My Pathway I'm on my way to the Devil He grabs a handful of my hair And awakens the divine flame That secretly runs through my veins The fiend, his deal filled with splendors, with giant fists beats me the harder. And I, the dark soul always answer "Such is the will of my master" Light up your horns, sharpen your senses Transcend the binding laws of the cosmic plan The true delight that lasts forever Happens when you get rid of the demiurge Forge the weapons of liberation Overpass the limits of the cosmic frame The only laugh that lasts forever Follows the destruction of the demiurge I'm on my way to the Devil Hundreds shall come to pay respects To the great lord, as he expects For we feel so deadly obsessed The fiend, his deal filled with splendors, with giant fists beats us the harder. And we, the dark souls always answer "Such is the will of our master" For what can awaken the beast so soon, Whose sleep has been taken beneath the cold moon As the spells which winds of witchery may cast The rythmical number 666 will exhort him to rise! Julien ‒ Vocals, Guitars Gionata ‒ Drums Davide ‒ Bass Björn ‒ Guitars