Darkestrah - Embrace of Memory
Original Version LP Version 1. Embrace of memory 1:57 1. Embrace of memory 1:57 2. Black cathedral 5:24 2. Black cathedral 5:24 3. Sign of war 9:35 3. Sign of war 9:35 4. Akyr zaman 10:00 4. Akyr zaman 10:00 5. Human hopes 4:25 5. Human hopes 4:25 6. Primitive dance 10:38 6. Primitive dance 10:38 7. Marching of the Hordes (Pagan cover) 7:17 7. Marching of the Hordes (Pagan cover) 7:17 total time 49:16 total time 49:16
1. Embrace Of Memory [Instrumental] 2. Black Cathedral The pagan world will destroy Christianity, from there where no trace only ashes of the cross. And the Bible lines fall silently on the ground, covering with itself all steps of Black Cathedral. Warriors come, get my spite to great is the enemy, every single one who is carrying faith in Jesus. we will destroy... Here in the moon deeper in my eyes, hidden black cathedral. Here presages Black Cathedral... Forces of Black Cathedral... Every night burns the flame... flame of christian churches. Warriors come, Death to Christianity... Warriors come, calling souls.. on the ground of Black Cathedral. Warriors come, Falling souls. 3. Sign Of War In the nightime desert, i heard the pattering of feet. This is an army of darkness hitting the road. Axes. Spears. Swords in their arms. There is a force and a sign of war without god. Hot sand, heated sun, Stony ashes lie down on the ground. Everything that was living, Everything that was breathing, becomes fire. Day or night, now is never mind. Stony face eclipsed the sun. Everything what was staying, will stand by the sign - Sign of ruins. sign of war. Warriors run, proudly they fight. They melted their iron swords. Blood burns their powerfull fingers. Bird of anger is flying child of peace is crying. No one have a chance be a great mistake. 4. Akyr Zaman It is time to begin. It is just time to remember. The olden times. Who will be narrated now. Since that time sea gets dry, and has turned into a desert. The mountain peaks reaching the sky, now has vanished and turned into a bog. From a mountain rises up dust, from a mountain rises up smoke. There patter horses hoofs call to a great war. The leader of the tribe leads his troops. innumerable years have passed. Dressed in chain armour he runs When he sees an enemy, fast like whirlwind, The man ferocious like the tiger has passed through the centuries! 5. Human Hopes Today, drops of a rain will turn in snow. Today the sun will die Eternal gloom, Will cover the faces, Makes a human hopes like an ashes of paper Eyes are filled with blood and hands are pierced with needles. Your heads are lost, and belief is not more the same. Your freedom for a while only the who will open eyes, learns, that the reason in all and always. Enmity remain between us. The rest of a life will lead in emptiness, getting no understanding that've waited for along time... And nobody has come, nobody has saved So many is undone, but he has called, not asked a word You have chose this way, where all for you is solved... Today, drops of a rain will turn in snow. Today the sun will die Eternal gloom, Will cover the faces, Makes a human hopes like an ashes of paper Eyes are filled with blood and hands are pierced with needles. Your heads are lost, and belief is not more the same. Your freedom for a while only the who will open eyes, learns, that the reason in all and always. Enmity remain between us. The rest of a life will lead in emptiness, getting no understanding that've waited for along time... And nobody has come, nobody has saved So many is undone, but he has called, not asked a word You have chose this way, where all for you is solved... 6. Primitive Dance When the sun will sink in a sea and the singing of birds will die away. When the beast wails in darkness and hears a sinister scream. I will see familiar faces, silhouettes of the bravest tribes, warriors back from the march, bringing their victims to Gods. We will make lonely fires we will seat and keep the silence, respecting the memory of those, who we'll meet in the other world. When the first stars flashed up and the leader of tribes becomes another. He will dance an ancient rite, a primitive dance of fate. 7. Marching Of The Hordes On the rise of a new dawning I gaze upon a pagan mass Who cry in tones of victory and hail their gods in the skies Their shields and armor are glittering under the heat of a heathen sun Their hearts face with the pride to follow their father long gone The blades of their weapon are bloody wet with flesh christian blood Storming through the battlefields for the pantheon of their god They ride their steeds to new frontiers forever more in the night... Ah... Marching of the hordes... Against a sky tinted crimson red Over bloodsoaked meadows Through the ashes of the shamanic flames From the Anatolia shadows Lyrics in plain text format