Evilfeast Mysteries of the Nocturnal Forest 1. Ode To A Rising Fullmoon (Intro) 2. Immerse Into Cold Mist Dawn of time as I began my journey The fullmoon seem to be this night The forest was silent and clear And no signs were bearing witness That the storm will come to possess me To walk apparently with no deeper meaning At the end return to my old sanity And ignorant imprisonment Hammered by own limitations This dawn found me weak Devoid of hatred in heart As a weapon against an effigy Of his earthly hosts Causing their decease in flames of wrath I felt the first signs of it As I immersed into cold mist And distant visions Were scarcely loomed But on the horizon the dark ominous Clouds slowly gathered Mighty mother foretells Of conquering the new throne Shallow spell which will Develop into persistent shapes Has pushed my will there whence It could not return filthy Within the ideas of light… 3. Thy Woods Are Sacred As the shadows were rising First steps on a path of glory Confident in my might. I entered The path is the only one I’m beholding around me The spirits of trees are observing This being is at the bound Which it’ll cross before dawn I realized that I’m on the clearing Darker than I could imagine And the oaken throne has been revealed With spiritual evil force on it Thy woodlord knows How is to dwell into spheres Of sorrow and evil There is darkening on my path The mist is descending from the mountains And the creations are gradually leaving Their abodes in depths of this old soil They’ve prepared thy rite Which will release the blasphemer Instead of trodden heart Forth coming storm It cannot retire now… 4. Towards The Funeral Winternight Landscape When I reached so far Conducted by forces I could not seize I walked as on the crest of a mountain With realm of pest below Suddenly with surrounding snowfall Although the season debared from it Covered all the land Before I came to return to my conscience Walking on the sorrow’s path Which was never here I gazed at the snowcovered crowns’ And wondered at their growing majesty My journey through a black passage Led me to the heart of the forest Into it’s thickest sphere Darkest, striking with it’s beauty Where sun is for ever veiled By the branches of ancient oaks Phantoms were dancing on my path Hoaxed me into thicket Ravens croaked over my closed eyelids Sending word of a stranger’s presence But those for which the wood is the soul And they are the soul of the wood Haven’t destined me the enemy’s part Then the inferior ones took flight As scolded by mighty hand Then the forest showed its true face Huge power overwhelmed Immortality opened before me Horizon became endless Deathly wind blew tearing the heavens A voice thundered in my soul Rejection of weakness is my destiny And unity with essence… The obscure storm came To celebrate the ritual And the great battle started Under the rising fullmoon To appear in my heart A new aeon of darkness 5. Solitude Apotheosis 6. Descending Winds Of Holocaust On the black wings of nightsky The horde was riding across to me And darkness slowly have risen Under feet of them My life is fallen to pieces by Descending black fog Which drains the fragments of lost Ideas out of me Breathing the air of the king’s clearing I feel that I am uniting With the essence of black forest And cruel mother winter At the cemetery Of thousand tombs of false idols In flow of morbid and terrific hate I see the weak god in tears And his son dripping with filthy blood I desecrate them in possession of unholiness The priests of compassion hanged Fluttering in the winds of night In hell created for them By unholy beings Only ruins remain instead of churches Battlefields on their sacred places Deathwinds are filling me With this most beautiful vision Candles enlighten the dark And the fullmoon which appeared above To enhance the funeral of forlorn ideas of christ Which has been imbibed By the pure black soil And I became lord of woods and dark fog Ultimate union in the shadow Of wooden thrones Has created mighty spiritual strength And when the candles expired And the moon became pale I found myself walking to the Gates of black heavens Led by phantoms of the wood And hateful storm But now I was one of them… 7. The Black Heavens Open After a great encounter Where triumphant glory meant To cast off the ashes Of pathetic old non-ideas And to stand solitarily On a snow field that became a place Of falling the dark might upon Guided to the verge of solitude They disappeared then And I stand before the immensity That took my breath As the rays of fullmoon would reveal That I crossed the boundary Divine consciousness Evidently in evil’s sense Has conquered my heart I’ll fill the emptiness With fulfillment of my feelings’ depth And the true emptiness which Used to appear the essence Will remain so far, far So I stand there when the wood Seemed to open its gates In a stack of offals Of those I’ve rejected And what now diverged In a crystalline majestic cold Of this great hateful sanctity And I reached the conscience Of a victory in the glorious night And I could behold the black heavens That opened before me… 8. Morbid Rejoice So the mighty space closed And returned the old woods’ vision Plain magic ended However it remained in spirit As strong as in transfiguration moments Cause I saw it with another eye Reception shallowness retreated It became my flesh A dark force which has made me its son Distant from the rest of herd Cannot submit to their craft Cannot bear their compassion Nothing in common with false humility Not considering myself a god Although my hatred is above me and it is pure My visions run to dead pyres of carrion Ruined monuments of pathetic life Crosses shattered to splinters And this what they builded for cons Taking themselves for a tending to perfection Truly plunged into swamps Lacerated and torn to pieces I walked out of the wood calmly On my old snowy path The trees have been bowing I walked out different into old enclosure And I know that I’ll always be returning When the sun smothered at sunset When the moon in silvery cold is rising So I arose in might With no fear into death no fear into torment And when I’ll drown in solitude It shall give me eternal peace… 9. Desolate Fields Left (Outro) GrimSpirit ‒ All Instruments, Vocals