Towards the Sinister

Original Version LP Rerelease Version
1. Symphonaire infernus et spera empyrium 8:33 1. Symphonaire infernus et spera empyrium 8:33
2. Vast choirs 7:20 2. Vast choirs 7:20
3. The grief of age 4:00 3. The grief of age 4:00
4. Catching feathers 3:34 4. Catching feathers 3:34
total time 23:52 total time 23:52

Symphonaire Infernus Et Spera Empyrium

The destroying genius of idols
Will shroud the world with utter lies
Dance the cobbles, his abode named Dis
Portraits have spoken their masters distress
Icons with kisses, tell me who have seen this
Failing Enochian tapestries
Depict the prince of fallen virtues
In almost poetic rhapsody
Masterbate to the sound of the knell
The patchetic stench of dying children
Perhaps our fall is certain
Limbs entwined in absolute contoursion

Please put off your veil
Your heart is blameless
And I shudder for knowing it

A hot May makes a fat churchyard
And Lychfowel breed in chaotic frenzy
Her cry was the saddest of all earths sounds
Trauma bites hard the hearts of kin
Swept away by a moments sadness
They say rage is a brief madness
By way of the beloveds farewell
Give back to nature what we first did take
And monuments would slowly fill
The agendas' of Kings and Queens
In silence our faces bleed
The holy voice torn away by the gale

Make yourself all honey and the flies will devour you

Love is a game where both players cheat
Gone is the tale of Hero and Leander
Women are angels yet wedlock's the devil
To have and to hold but death no longer parts
Harlots and sluts, whores of our world
Expose their stinking vaginas'
Many who have no will of their own
Hold their souls towards the sinister bloom
Are you rich oh lord of vanity
As you peddle your wears of cruelty
Dressed up so you look the part
So blind, it's ignorance you wear

Quite brutal beyond belief
Sores that weep their septic tears
Dragged out through war torn lifetimes
And death shall feast on us all
The mills of God grind slowly
The adorable light of that which is most divine

The fascination of her shape
With mansions of awe and splendour
Elegant in simplicity
So at last your faith rewards you
Through fields enriched with pastel shade
And fragrant lavenders soft to smell
You laugh and drink wine of no great age
Nature does scent the farthest shores
Face to face your angelic host
All hopes in you imperishably kept
Is God your wish and all your dreams
If your body is frail then yes by all means

Make yourself all honey and the flies will devour you

Vast Choirs

Burdens of grief that weigh against me
Aid my tired eyes in their search for pitch
Your kinds heart now pines
For whom the gods love dies young
Wrapped and confounded in a thousand fears
The sadness I present, smiles with tears
Where once I'd loved now lied forlorn beauty
And wars abhorred by mothers

No man lives so poor as he was born
We don't remember pure sensations
Gaze peacefully into the past
I am dust , and to dust I shall return
Belial, Mephisto, both shall burn me up
Devour my sad whimperings
The cutting whip is mine to feel
No symphony in mind to colour my dreams

Poena damni
Sorrow everywhere
Please pray for me
When deep sleep falls on men
Father hold me
I am yours to bear

In the play which he has written for the world
Night is the mother of sleep
Old age is a malady of which one dies
Augury of a better age
Sages as far as the beard
Their wounds smelled so sweetly
Temptation, the father of my lust
Chalcedony shines like the new born

Stricken I'd raise my dripping limbs
Splendid was the innocents fall
Laugh to scorn would our foe
Amid wars laws are silent
Drop by drop in sleep upon the heart
Falls the labrious memory of pain
In the rich upheavel of vast choirs
Death shall flee from me

Misericordium et judicium
Adhoest pavimento
AD-te levavi ocolus meos
Verba mea auribus

The Grief Of Age

The terror of being
Left alone
Never leaves me
Unspeakables woes
Gather me
Up forever
To your breast
Morbid weather

Watch this face
Still a child
Eyes red raw
Aching and tired
Issue your
Delicate voice
Sing through me
Men and twice boys

Childrens waking fears
Of the supernatural
Choke their simple thoughts
And crush our simple minds
I feel sometimes
A hell within myself

The terror of
The piled earth
Hiding me
Will end this man forever

Catching Feathers

If my child should die before me

The sweetness of youth
A smile that sings
Eyes alight
Insanely butchered
Perverse drooling
Horrific beyond restraint

Lord of the dance
Lust is murder
For this brave man
High slaughtering general
In a white feathered army

Mort knows your name
His before your time
I'd love to see you suffer
Too much to be called a crime

The sweetness of youth
A smile that sings
Eyes alight
Insanely butchered
Perverse drooling
You cannot even pray
For you have no God

Lyrics in plain text format

Line up

Aaron - vocals
Andy - guitar, keyboards
Calvin - guitar
Rick - drums



Recorded and mixed at Revolver Studios
24/25 November 1990

Produced by Tim Walker, My Dying Bride

"In The Rich Upheavel Of Vast Choirs,
Death Shall Flee From Me"


I know I've said it before but this demotape is the pride of my collection! The very first release from my alltime favourite band, and I think it's their darkest work they ever made. The first two songs sound darker than the cd versions due to the bad sound quality, eerie keyboards and Aaron's dark growl. The last two songs are a bit faster and not as good as their other work. Guess that's why they were never released on cd (except on the Meisterwerk cds) but still it's to hear how my favourite band started out.

Rating: 6.5 out of 10

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