Seth The Howling Spirit 1. In Aching Agon THIS IS THE NECESSARY INTERLUDE YOU STRIVE NOT TO SEE THE ENLIGHTENED STEP WITH NO MORE MERCY THE NEEDED REVELATION FOR THE NEW AGE TO BE GIVE ME ONE PIECE OF YOUR SOUL AND YOU'LL JOIN OUR GREAT CIRCLE GIVE US A LITTLE PIECE OF A GREAT BIG SOUL AND YOU'LL JOIN THE UNIVERSAL SPIRIT AS THE LONG-AWAITED FLOOD IS BREWING THE COLLAPSE OF YOUR COCOON HAS BEGUN COZ MAN IS ACHING TO CREATE BEYOND THE SINGLE NEED MAN IS ACHING TO DEFY THE UNIVERSAL LAW AND WHILE THE RAIN SHALL HIT MAN IS STILL IN DIRE NEED.. IN ACHING AGONY YOU SHALL BURY YOUR RITES AND BURY YOUR CREEDS IN ACHING AGONY YOU SHALL BURY YOUR RITES AND BURY YOUR FEARS HOW MANY EARS WILL YOU NEED TILL YOU HEAR THEIR DESPERATE CRIES AND FEEL THEIR DREADFUL SIGHS ? HOW MANY FEET WILL YOU NEED TILL YOU CROSS THE OPEN SEA YOU STRIVE NOT TO SEE ? IN ACHING AGONY YOU SHALL BURY YOUR RITES AND BURY YOUR CREEDS IN ACHING AGONY YOU SHALL BURY YOUR RITES AND BURY YOUR FEARS 2. Killing My Eyes 3. One Ear To The Earth, One Eye On Heaven 4. Howling Prayers (Act I) 5. He Whose Heart Is Heavy With Sin Carved from crumbling walls Painted black with feathers of hope Gold leaves strangling the neck You snatch the souls from the jaws of death As the sound of your shaking breath Slowly quivers down the backbone Dark bird shadows nourished by your own People's fears solemnly rise in the distance Corpses to the jackles buried in the mud Rotting black colours of decaying limbs Corpses to the jackles lowered in the dust Rotting stench seeping into the nostrils He whose heart is heavy with sin Feeding on Corpses He whose heart is heavy with sin shall be ripped to pieces You weigh the scales for the dead In desperate search for eternity Scavengers or guardians of hope ? how (actually) pure is your heart ? 6. Ten Barrels (A Scourge For The World, A Plague For His Soul) 7. Scars Born From Bleeding Stars Decaying hawk Howling in the nest Surrounded by bramble stems Thorns slashing like tongues Made of glass Feeling the smell Of the approaching sun Will your grane feathers Forever remain Forever remain Spectres rising from Underneath mirrored In the watery air Out of the burning manorhouses They spread like Venereal disease Maninals caught In the nest of thorns In the nest of despair Your domain's soul is No longer yours Universal abandon Self-slaughter In the nest of despair Your domain's soul is No longer yours And never will be And never will be Spectres rising from Underneath mirrored In the watery air Out of the burning manorhouses They spread like Venereal disease [2x] Shattered dreams Blessed yearnings Scars born from bleeding stars Rhythms of doom Reptiles in gloom Baptized in holy sewage Spread like venereal disease [2x] Shattered dreams Blessed yearnings Scars born from bleeding stars Scars born from bleeding stars 8. Howling Prayers (Act II) 9. Mort-Luisant 10. Dicing With Death Recollections of dicey territories Where I dreamed myself away I was only my consciousness and nothing else And in the mind of the sun they were all dicing with death With pain they howled in the heart of the world But screaming my lungs out there was nothing to hear In the mind of the sun there was nowhere to hide and everything to fear Wrapped by emptiness trapped in loneliness Far beyond, they were all dancing on the shiny solar beam As the new age was glently looming Earth cracks, human veins Scattered roots, glued fingers Slowly growing like creeping snakes And far beyond, they were all dicing with death Feet in the dust, hands in the ash With prayers and hopes some tried to make sense Of the unfathomable mystery Releasing the raven to search for the water land They believed the future was here Sucked out in the remaining salt From Yam Suph, no longer a water of hope Wrapped by emptiness trapped in loneliness Far beyond, they were all dancing on the shiny solar beam And far beyond, they were all dicing with death Earth cracks, human veins Scattered roots, glued fingers Slowly growing like creeping snakes And far beyond, they were all dicing with death Et au coeur de ce monde au loin ils hurlèrent Un cri résonnant à travers ces sols déracinés Croyant que l'avenir était là avec leurs pères Car ce monde se devait de subsister A l'infini ils eurent dansé sur le souffle du soleil Et croyant que l'avenir était là avec leurs pères Leurs prières trahissaient à présent les peurs Celles qui se dessinaient d'heure en heure Celles du déracinement salutaire Alsvid – Drums Heimoth – Keyboards, Guitars Cyriex – Guitars Black Messiah – Vocals Eguil Voisin – Bass