Nocternity Harps of the Ancient Temples (ep) 1. The Black Gates Twilight over vast horizons Like dead black stone they tower Archway to the kings of old Heirs of the shadowed deep Bring on the night, bring on the pledge Bring on the night, bring on the dead While all the courage they devour Upon unearthly screams they tower Weeping willows, dead black stone to sire Archway, swallow whole the plea Bring on the night, bring on the pledge Bring on the night, bring on the dead Bring on the night, bring on the pledge Bring on the night, bring on the dead Lock the seven thrones of death Hold the seven thrones of death Until she will return And open The Black Gates And conquer thy fate 2. Harps Of The Ancient Temples Listen, purify your bloodstained hands and the dust from all these flesh-stained lands Wanderer, cleanse your blinded eyes Wander, unleash your silent cries A ceremonial under moonshine A river floats like bloodred whine All my live here out of my veins The ancient temples demand to purify Neither flesh nor blood shall cross this sacred ledge For I am the spirit of the ancient stones I am the strings of the ancient tones For I am the spirit of the ancient stones I am the strings of the ancient tones I am the truth of the spoken word I am the light behind the sleeping world 3. Titans Shadowy images come into sight, betokening the arrival of the night Heed the wind and its tale of woe, summon ghosts forth from below Ancient darkness, undying grimness, chthonic shrine of the gods Faces encrusted with blood and grime Scavenging throughout the obscurity of time Titans, usurp the throne A pitch black palace engraved in stone Titans, emerge victorious Titans, titans, titans Through the ruins of Necromanteion, wraithlike deities loom from beyond Countless years eclipsed in silence, the oracle of death rise to eminence Ancient darkness, undying grimness, chthonic shrine of the gods Dead but dreaming in vast antique empires Ascend in flames of the funeral pyres Who dwellest in the void place of the squall 4. River Of Woe Dark and unyielding the river glides, conveying souls unto the other side A black-clothed ship of damnation, sail upon the winds of lamentation In cadence of the dirge, centuries of sorrow will purge Merely to encounter one's nemesis, enshrouded in mysteries Endure the torture of emptiness, stretching on forever Pass over Acheron to the unseen land And subsequently adhere to death's command There falls an influence numinous as well as profound As the final epitaph resound Legends from ancient lore, foreshadow a desolate windswept shore Where mortals neither speak nor stroll hence abandoned beyond control Exiled from the world of the living, dead embark on the final crossing To enter the nether region, world of the deceased, oblivion... 5. B.O.D.D. Shattering the walls of time Blows of a hammer, old, sublime No sleep, no respite, desire Adept of an ancient art, admire Blackening rain onto eternal flames Forge in fire, in all the pain No sleep, no respite, ascension Titan of a dark dimension Harps in undertone, weaving oldest might Pitching spells in sparkling light Breathing the glare of eternity At one with the dark, internally Unutterable strength from the unknown Pouring all that is thy own Blows of thy hammer, meld the spell Forge a just will, on the anvile of hell The crowned, the titan, the seer Blacksmith of a dark dimension 6. Blood Rite Tree Engulfed in murmur and whisper Drag, drag! No time to dither Is this the wind, is this the beasts? Step by step into the leafless trees Passing by the meek and mourning Fled by the peaceful yearning Deepening the intensity of sorrow Wasting away, life to borrow Stained by rituals of blood's magic Spoiled by the obsessed, manic Command a thousand lives to fall The Blood Rite Tree is standing tall Stars withering in the open skies No more sun nor moon to rise The world surrendering to tension Behold the collapse of the dimension Weltering in blood, new life is here Blood Rite Tree, summoned in tears Summoning: Silentium corporis - Silentium sensuum Silentium consiliorum - Silentium verborum Silentium cogitationum - Silentium mei Silentium cordis - Sanguis arboris 7. Opaline Eye Of Death The seeker's eye, tearing and tired The veil to fall, in truth's denial A thousand keys, but none to find A thousand dreams, but none to bind The seeker's heart, aching, grown old His dying eyes, bleeding cold A thousand men, but none with urge A thousand ghosts, but none to purge No one ever knows, no one ever told The veil will fall, when it unfolds A thousand words, but none to speak A thousand lives, but none to weep A thousand blades, but none to wield A thousand deaths, but none to yield For you I am what I am A Blind Opaline Eye Of Death 8. Andromeda A crown of unbegotten stars Amidst the temple walls Conjuring what has been gone Conjuring what is to come Fading, the keeper of space Fading, the keeper of time In the steadily pounding heart The light of unbegotten stars Glowing into waning flesh Closing in the temple walls Drown in chants, come forth Void sets the yearning heart alight Amidst the ever pouring skies An altered mirror in disguise Andromeda burning now bright 9. Fullmoon K.D. — Guitars, Bass W. — Vocals N. S. — Drums