ABSU LYRICS
In The Eyes Of Ioldanach (1998)
1. V.I.T.R.I.O.L.
2. Hallstatt
3. Manannan
4. Never Blow Out the Eastern Candle
1. V.I.T.R.I.O.L.
[Lyrical Magick: Proscriptor, Musick: Shaftiel]
They stare towards the heart
They stare at the stone
He'll upend the plate of angles;
She'll upend the plate of angles
V dashes of Mercury
And Asarus Alchemy
Will channel V archangels... V archangels
[Chorus I:]
"In the Sun we remember;
In the planets we forget
We've come unto a hall and Asaru is who we've met"
Huluppu roots are forked
Like veins in a canny hand;
Their leaves have scuttled
In spiraled force
A VI fold nova,
Fleurs de lys...
V cards are placed in the hand of the course.
[Chorus II:]
"O' Abyssia we recall;
In spiraled force, they will fall
Man, staff and the silver gilt key shall take us to
V.I.T.R.I.O.L."
[Mandate of Pandemonium (Solos: Shaftiel):]
"Dreamer!" : "Redeemer!"
"Dreamer!" : "Redeemer!"
"Dreamer!" : "Redeemer!"
"The Abyss!" : "V.I.T.R.I.O.L.!"
[Repeat Mandate of Pandemonium]
Their Universe...
It's constantly changing,
And every change in force
It's constantly dying.
Svaddistthana:
Sakkya-ditti
Rearrange V cards, yet are they lying?
[Repeat Chorus I]
Closing verdant curtains
Closure is the apex;
One curve is the asp,
But the snake is a path in light
These twins are emerging,
Geminis still verging,
Yet Atu still carries the knife.
[Repeat Chorus II]
2. Hallstatt
[Lyrical magick: Proscriptor & Equitant, Musick: Shaftiel & Equitant]
From an empty house...
In take-flight, the grey hawks verged upon a sunless sky
Wild, whistling winds carried them sorely, and sailed them bristly in the same shady sky.
In take-ground, branded the mark of hall and heave; their martyrs never left
2000 years, 2000 urn-burials, 2000 lies have now been erased.
[Chorus:]
"We'll kneel towards the foyer with our precious salz!
We'll sound with horn, clash with wood and cleave with calls!
We've whittled the blades of Hallstattian swords!"
In order to see such a legacy, fire burned with a past that turned;
Anvils were forged at an early stage, molded as cats or iarn-leastair.
Ioldanach has spied on this mistery, yet he's enkindled by the light
With hues of argent lightning and ore of purem the salt grants them mastery and might.
[Chorus:]
"We'll kneel towards the foyer with our precious salz!
We'll sound with horn, clash with wood and cleave with calls!
We've whittled the blades of Hallstattian swords!"
[Bridge:]
Hallstatt
An Salaan
An Bas
[Troid Warrior:] "I see a battle; I feel the warp-spasm!"
[Ioldanach:] The poised warrior yowls with blood about his belt.
[Troid Warrior:] "Nothing shall draw my eyes away..."
[Ioldanach:] His heart stirs atrociously, now to think.
[Troid Warrior:] "I convey the names to the planes of Destiny!"
[Ioldanach:] The poised warrior seeks an ancient seat foe the Stone.
[Troid Warrior:] "Wild, whistling winds still laugh at my howls!"
[Ioldanach:] These acts of tale-telling dilate him to hate.
Hallstatt
An Salaan
An Bas
[Pre-Avouchment of Parable:]
The young ones of Hallstatt, and the sky
Silver-ilked spears have been whetted
Vast hilts and sheeny torques of gold;
Crafted from vanquished legacies.
Hallstatt
An Salaan
An Bas
[Avouchment of Parable:]
"Spirit of horsemen and spirit of iron age acclaim
The fame for 2000 crypts at Hallstatt!"
[Solo(s): Shaftiel]
To an empty home.
In take-flight, the grey hawks verged upon a sunless sky
Wild, whistling winds carried them sorely, and sailed them
bristly in the same shady sky.
In take-ground, branded the mark of hall and heave; their martyrs never left
2000 years, 2000 urn-burials, 2000 lies have now been erased.
"We'll kneel towards the foyer with our precious salz!
We'll sound with horn, clash with wood and cleave with calls!
We've whittled the blades of Hallstattian swords!"
3. Manannan
[Lyrical magick/Obscurity: Proscriptor & Equitant, Musick: Proscriptor & Shaftiel]
I am a wave: on the rapt Cythraul
I am a flood: across the croggy plain
I am a wind: of seven gates
I am a tear: the Sun lets fall
I am
Manannan
Mac Lir
Noble warrior of lycanthropy
I am
Fachta
High King
To shake thy cloak shall bring outbreak
I am a tide: that drags to engulfment
I am a current: a compass towards Visnech
I am a tempest: the onslaught of outburst
I am a zephyr: theirs is second pain
I am
Manannan
Mac Lir
Avatar from sail to sea
Thy horse
Aonbharr
Grand Steed
Chariots forever lead
I am an ocean womb: of all abysms
I am a blaze: for every burning bathym
I am a lure: of the plumbless benthos
I am a breaker: bottomlessness doom
I am
Manannan
Mac Lir
Shape-changer; lar of Deep
Thy Sword
Fragarch
"The Answerer..."
Remember me thou art all wind
And back with gusts thou shalt return.
I'm the hawk: above this cliff, behind the waves
I'm the thorn: exude this rose, yet fleece the sky
...fleece the sky
I'm the hill: where poets walk and Tara lies
I'm the throne: from a tantalizing glimpse
...from a tantalizing glimpse.
I'm the hawk: above this cliff, behind the waves
I'm the thorn: exude this rose, yet fleece the sky
...fleece the sky
I'm the hill: where poets walk and Tara lies
I'm the throne: from a tantalizing glimpse
...from a tantalizing glimpse.
Hear the thunder roll
I am
Manannan
And fear the sky shall fall!
4. Never Blow Out the Eastern Candle
[Lyrical Magick: Proscriptor, Musick: Shaftiel & Equitant]
Never Blow Out The Eastern Candle
Your five-fold kiss was rather invoking;
Beside the chancel is your unphallic wand,
And use it wisely in order to fly.
MOONFIRE!
ALLAXITOS!
My jewel is the lust from your kiss;
Your breasts made me the lover of the three-fold locus,
So take thy hand and join me for elixir,
And we shall ride the portentous serpent tonight.
Your five fold tongue has defiled me,
I'm stranded by the tree of Storax
Thus, we banish your unphallic wand,
In order to make our nexus ecstasy
MOONFIRE!
CUM TO ME.
ALLAXITOS!
CUM WITH THEE.
NEVER BLOW OUT THE EASTERN CANDLE!
NEVER BLOW OUT THE EASTERN CANDLE!
NEVER BLOW OUT THE EASTERN CANDLE!
FOREVER
Total Lenght: 17:01
"The liturgies of Absu, as we have unfolded them and perceived them for you,
remain so arcane and remote that temporal beings can hardly enter them
imaginatively, as one dares to enter magic(k) and mythology as mystifying as
the "In the Eyes of Ioldanach" minicd. yet, in exploring the outlying
prospects opened by lines and musick as those of the Absu... corcerning
ourselves... one is quickened to partecipate in the impassioned experience of
a collective aspiration: vast, cumulative, and ancient"
[Sir Proscriptor McGovern]
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