Rise Pentagramnation 1. Hymnus Obscurum - Anthem of Darkness The ancestral terror of immortal myth The darkness is the wisdom and warfare Sprung forth like that eastern goddess From the head of ancient man The path back to relics Is shrouded by lore of shadowed trees The fear of shaded holtes hore Journey fast through Eddaic dreams Stare long enough into the abyss To behold its darkening gaze This is an anthem to that unknown The river Styx runs legend The fates cut only fabled threads This pledge is to that mystery Growing in chronicles dead Behold the wrath of imagination The ancestral terror of immortal myth This anthem is to mortal invention Behold the vengeance of man's mind As he gazes deep into the abyss As he runs erect towards the heavens As he traces demons within the umbra Bear witness to the rise of man As he tears down heaven A creation of earthly lore Standing triumphant over holtes hore Solo: James Murphy Solo: Istvan 2. Martyrdom - Forever Dead Icon, the one who wears the crown of thorns Deceiver, you lead the blind to their death The dead are still dead Your soul brought nothing back to life Their voice is still full of lies Your tears remain dead Mortals, who herd amongst the weak, Break the chains that tie to your fear Your life is not after death And your god has abandoned men centuries ago The sacrifice you make will not be written on your stone Yet your life will end in dread and remorse Death is imminent to all that's made of flesh Life after is invisible to the mortal eye Now hear the world from below and cry Martyrdom Forever Dead Martyrdom 3. The Broken Wings of Allah Reach for the heavens above Blinded figure of grace Thy mighty wings are weakened by world chaos For those uncleansed from deceitful grace From the east to where the sun meets the horizon From the south to forever north of here Echo the mournful cries of your fellow sheep Their cries are denied, hope bound in chains And again the inferno's eternally ablaze Lost in dreams of a god on his holy throne Blind is the fool who follows this dream For tomorrow is still a day of hate And the bloodshed spreads beneath Your broken wings Solo: Istvan Allah, can you inhale this sadness? My quest lay beyond all dreams Wicked soul rise and breathe again And again the inferno's eternally ablaze Reach for the heavens below Blinded figure of grace Thy mighty wings are broken Solo: Istvan Wicked soul rise, and breathe again 4. Pentagramnation Hail Horrors! Hail Infernal World! And thou profoundest Hell Receive thy new possessors! Flame the torch shining only darkness Against the star crossed skies No light, fire illuminating shadows Clash on our sounding shields The deafening din of war More grand than wondering tell of Babel, and the works of Memphian Kings. So collective our battle cries rise Finally pouring on the mass of. . . . . . Krisztus We are one from below to high above We are one from the far east to where the sun rests eternally We are one Pentagramnation Solo: Istvan The sudden blaze of wrath will far wide Illuminate the terrors of hell In any age are we to lie down? My sentence is for open war! Solo: Istvan To hurl defiance towards the vault of heaven. . . Awake! Arise! Or be forever fallen! (pólóra) Pentagramnation Pentagramnation 5. The Blood Oath Eyes to the east From the high winter mountains Restless, and longing Forever west the seven chiefs Remembrance to Hadur's great King Attila's flesh now rests beneath the river But his spirit guards the infinite skies Self-sacrifice in his name Through the roaring winds they hear his call Solo: Istvan O, Once again unite the imminent nation O, once again So they ride like death angels And conquer to all sea shores Taken the oath of blood The seven chiefs gather the hordes And ride towards the setting sun Still the taste of their comrades' blood Reminds them of the oath He who fails shall be devoured And it is his veins that shall fill The next chalice of blood The way of the Hun must live on Solo: Istvan The taste of their comrades' blood Reminds them of their oath He who fails shall be devoured And it is his veins that shall fill The next chalice of blood The way of the Hun must live on Eyes to the East Towards the rising sun 6. Conquerors of the Ninth Century Approaching from afar a storm Gathering the blackest of all skies Yet it seems as if the storm was alive Could it be that Hell was unleashed from beneath? The legend was told for centuries An army that wore the face of Hell itself Bronze shields and iron will Encircles the flesh of war demons Clearly seen now they were The conquerors of the ninth century All silence and peace vanish As they invade the Carpathians Where Attila once reigned and fell Now Arpad rides as Emperor Into the fatherland Solo: Istvan What must come is now here Mercy to none to conquer is to kill The earth must be fed, divine victory Harrowing grief, for every one of us A hundred more must die By campfires we toast to our martyrs Over your grave may the great river flow You are the saint of the damned And king of our hearts Solo: Istvan We await the storm 7. A Prophet's Demise Ecce Angus Dei! Crucifigatur! Desolatus! Ecco Homo ab ira tua, Decessus aeternus propetae! Dark seas reflect dark skies As storms are gathered to Golgothan shores On rotten wood in the place of skulls Where only mother and whore stay to mourn Jesus Nazarenus Rex Judaeorum The king of emptiness on the ninth hour cried An ocean of humanity witnessing execution A mass with ardor begging him to die His subjects screamed in mutiny of tyranny A crown of horns adorned the prophet's demise May his blood be on us and our children The earth shivered with his retraction of life E'lo-i! E'lo-i, la'ma sa bach-tha'ni? Solo: Istvan King of Jews, Father of Lies Loved only by the meek and the scarlet Roaring skies signal the end of his time A nefarious mirror of the netherworld Reflects the darkness of vengeful heavens Forsaken to demise, the prophet is born His oath of life carries the will of living death Horns adorn the prophet's demise Solo: Istvan Plagues, infernal torture and eternal pain O, how the Lord loves his children! Enchained in the cave, the light from the flame Murderers, genocide; in him all is forgiven Behold the lamb of god! Let him be Crucified! Forsake him! Behold the man from your wrath! The prophet's eternal demise! 8. As the Souls Cry in Harmony A hymn is carried on the mist Blanketing cold on a night lit sea Battle cries crash white against ancient cliffs The storming haunted coast of fallen warriors On the shores their souls number the grains Far away from the horizon's broken enclosure Among the world of dawn and dimming twilight The waves carry the forgotten smell of defeat Their gods were of different times and space Hadur, Ares, Odin and Bellona But their spirits remain together on the bounds Their voices cry siren arias of. . . Solo: Istvan Crumbling sands of time Where ocean meets land But eternal are their voices As they sing the song of constant thunder The Elder cliffs hold against an endless tide As they stare with longing into the vast Pacific Yet their souls cry eternally Within the world of dawn and dimming twilight Wind tears through their spirits As they sing their song in anguished harmony 9. Opus Requiem And so he was turned away To hide faces, guilt among the trees Life froze in his veins His limbs root to the ground The failed soul runs a river of sorrow Living yet breathless, he fades to a dark shade At last the voice remained, vanished into gray Far from fair kingdoms the voice has life. . . The infernal river is unsettled by his crossing Away from three-headed guardians He runs towards the shade of life His song ascends to the mount of heaven Solo: James Murphy As he runs from Hades Turned around losing her to darkness Alone with the standing trees The deepest wild They say he was swallowed by a river full of rage His blood is the vengeful River His bones are the stones His soul calls to her eternally Solo: Istvan Reaching only darkness The voice remains captured by his sorrow and pain Then slowly fades like a dying flame Solo: Istvan Solo: Dave Suzuki