Soulgrind
			 Pakana

1. Through the Gates of Desperation

The weight of my soul will decide it's final resting place
And a voice much closer will shout into my ear
I have found the gate, most people won't see
I have felt the pain, as into the bells

A second death, and those, next view, who dwell
Content in fire, for that they hope to come
To leave that ample space, where to return
Thou burnest, for this centre here beneath

In the dead embers of the fire, now cold and black
I came to understand many things which I didn't know
I have found the gate, most people won't see
I have felt the pain, as into the bells


2. The Soul of the Battle

I have been witness of a strange grimmes
All fear surpassing past all supposing
Sweeter than nocturnes of the wild nightingale
Or than love's nectar after life's gall.

Sweeter than odors of living leaves,
Sweeter than odors of dying loves.
Sweeter than death and dreams hereafter
To one in the dark of life and its laughter.
On the sweet murder after long guard
Unto the martyr smiling in dark;

To me was that smile, faint as a wan, worn myth,
Faint and exceeding small, on a boy's dying mouth.


3. Pakana

On musta maa, taivas päällä
Kädessä taakka, takana murhe
Ranta aava, huurre kajastaa
On kädessä rakot raadannan

Velat alla vuosien
On usko kuollut
On risti kaatunut

Suvi illan vieno tuuli huokaa vuorten alta
Hongikon polkua hopeoipi kuu taivahalta
On sisällä palo pakanan poissa murhe kalman
Astuu tahto nyt tilalle tuon ristin ikuisen harhan

Mutta en sinne suohon sorru
kunnes kannan kahta kättä
viittä sormea minä viritän
kynttä kymmentä ylennän


4. The Second over Tuoni's Realm

The fairy higher up enshrine in heaven,
By whose pure laws upon your nether earth
With their great bridegroom, who accepts each vow,
Which to her gracious pleasure lust conforms

Mine eye, that far as it was capable,
Pursued her, when in coldness she was lost,
Turned to the mark where greater want impelled,
And bent on feather all its gaze

The Second Over Tuoni's Realm
Thw First, the last and those to come
Feel the fros heel while snow shines
The First, The lat and those to come


5. As Bronze May Be Much Beautified

As bronze may be much beautified
By lying in the dark damp soil
So men who fade in dust of warfare fade
Fairer, and sorrow blooms their souls
If misery over this dear land
Has turned white into red shields
The shining of the bronze
may be much beautified
Incline thee to inform us who is who


6. Lost Gardens Beyond the Sunset

Weary moon on the river of the sky
The stir of light in the willows
Through dark shoals; the tiles on the graves
Of a beauty like to nothing on earth
And upon her brow he placed a wreath of
Myrtle and roses

Let their lamp at midnight be seen in tower high
Sometimes they are coming hard
in silence come dreaming time

Let their lamp at midnight
be seen in tower high
The message and promises
The Lost Gardens Beyond

In each and every age someone
has sung unknowingly
The message and the promise from The lost


7. Against the Grain


8. Northbound Reverend


9. The Path of Screams

Mother, for I have sinned
Father, for I have betrayed

The hour of time, and the delicious season;
But not so much, that did not give me fear
Who cry each one for the second death
And lead thee through the lamented place

Through the wasteland of lost winds
Along the path of screams
As the windstorm of unholy dark
Fire, Death for the blind


10. Wheel

After the blast of lightning from the east,
The flourish of loud clouds, the Black Throne;
After the wheel of time have rolled and ceased,
And by the bronze west long retreat is blown,
Shall Life renew these bodies of a truth,
All death will be annul, all tears assuage?
Whe I do ask white Age, he saith not so:
And wash, with an immortal water,

Wheel of fire, wheel of time
Rusty winds of my glorious ride
Wheel of fire, wheel of time
Black wings over luciferian sky
Wheel, smile once again


11. Frost Shines Blue

On the sea the waves will drift us,
And the storm-winds wreck our vessel;
Then our hands must do the rowing,
And our feet must steer us homeward

Like the serpent through the heather
Like the creeping of the adder
Wolves are howling from our hearts
On the eyes, on the eyes the bears are growling

The old Moon is shining, gleams the silver sunlight
The walk sings the cold
The old moon is shining, gleams the silver sunlight
And The frost shines blue

Then our hands must do the rowing,
And our feet must steer us homeward
Find the vessels sorely weeping,
Hear the wailing of the rigging