ARSIS LYRICS

1. Tricking the Gods

When the moon becomes a mass for the pentagram,
The rage will swell as night grows bright.
And it will search for those to brave
And master the art of bleeding out.
This horrid fiend of the black would sever
The wings of angels and then save souls.

Hunger will call on the night, tricking the gods.
My breath, my eye, my air are yours to form into
The shape and the scream...

When the moon incants its oath to an ancient law,
The end of man will be his fright.
And even death will cling to this master
Whose stench brings nightmares to the blind.
And the scream of the moon elect.

[Solo: Malone]

Darkness will feed in their eyes
As scream becomes their song.
Darkness will feed in their eyes,
In the night they're beyond the fatal.

Darkness will feed in their eyes
As scream becomes their song.
Darkness will feed in their eyes
In the night they're beyond the fatal.

Hunger will call on the night, tricking the gods.
My breath, my eye, my air are yours.
I'm formless now.

Run, run with you dusk before it is ravaged
And torn from beneath you.
Curse, this curse of the star
Feasting on mortals and tricking the gods.

When the moon becomes a mass
For the pentagram,
The rage will swell as night grows bright.
And it will search for those to brave
And master the art of bleeding out.

This horrid fiend of the black would sever
The wings of angels and your soul.

When hunger calls on the night
Your fatal flesh will be too torn for eyes.

Darkness will feed in their eyes
As scream becomes their song.
Darkness will feed in their eyes,
In the night they're beyond the fatal.

Darkness will feed in their eyes
As scream becomes their song.
Darkness will feed in their eyes
In the night they're beyond the fatal.

[Solo: Ellis]

2. Hell Sworn

Tonight you breathe,
Tonight you breathe while they cannot
In the shadows to grieve
Yet swaying in time to the croon of eternal rot

Aroused from slumber
They hunger to devour you
From moon to moon and night to night
Their souls are gaining power

Hunted just like the martyrs to Artemis
Hideous, furious nightfall
Whispering woes to your carcasses

And the wraith will claim its own,
Visitants abandon and roam
This plight, a noisome shrew,
Twisting the face of you

Tonight you breathe, tonight your fate has been conceived

Reborn, Hell Sworn restless dead
Reborn, Hell Sworn restless
Torn from the ground, earthly ones now torture-bound
Reborn, Hell Sworn restless dead

Now...
Hunted just like the martyrs to Artemis
Hideous, furious nightfall
Whispering woes to your carcass

[Guest solo: Malcolm Pugh of Inferi]

[Solo: Ellis]

Nightmares from the grave now march will hell and revenge
Ripped from slumber they hunger to devour you
From moon to moon and night to night their souls are gaining power

Reborn, Hell Sworn restless dead
Reborn, Hell Sworn restless
Torn from the ground, earthly ones now torture-bound
Reborn, Hell Sworn restless dead

3. Easy Prey

We have stormed creation
And entered the realm of this dimension.
Where screams bring meaning to the night,
Where dogma is found and written in fright.
The piercing of our cries will be timeless.
Accursed with eyes that number three,
The touch of death is nothing before me.
The lot of Earth will be shown much worse,
The breath of life now Heaven in reverse.
I am the voice of the darkness, a reflection from beyond.
I am God in the face of your blindness, you mortal are such easy prey.
Across the hideous cosmos,
To harness the madness I found the end.

Within a blistering gospel,
To summon the beast words were penned
In the mountains of sound and echoing screams.
Accursed with eyes that number three,
The touch of death is nothing before me.
The lot of Earth will be shown much worse,
The breath of life now Heaven in reverse.
I am the voice of the darkness, a reflection from beyond.
I am God in the face of your blindness, you mortal are such fucking easy prey.

We have stormed creation
And entered the realm of this dimension.
Where screams bring meaning to the night,
Where dogma is found and written in fright.
The piercing of your cries will be timeless.
"I am God in the face of your blindness, you mortals are foolish."
I am the voice of the darkness, a reflection from beyond.
I am God in the face of your blindness, you mortal are foolish, fallen, and you're easy prey.

4. Fathoms

From the dismal shore a full, abandoned light.
To lead us to refuge or to our burial
Sight was foul and most unkind,
The mist a vengeful phantom.
To send us howling to the deadly fathoms.

The mortal greed of their flock
Our fate, a vessel
To be impaled upon the rocks.

And then we knew the siren must have sung
The spoils drift away as water fills our lungs.

But we have risen as specters of the sea
To claim descendants of this treachery.

But we have risen as specters of the sea
To claim descendants of this treachery.

The mortal greed of their flock
Our fate, a vessel
To be impaled upon the rocks.

[Solo: Ellis]

And on this night, the mist a vengeful phantom
To send them howling to the deadly fathoms.

The gutless reign with crosses hung
Feeding our conquest on rusted flesh
And Hell's disguise.

[Solo: Ellis]

[Solo: Malone]

But we have risen as specters of the sea
To claim descendants of this treachery.

But we have risen as specters of the sea
To end the reign of liars!

5. As Deep as Your Flesh

Once I walked with faith,
I found her foul and spat her out.
My absinthian guest, if only your charm were as deep as your flesh.
One night I walked with beauty,
I found her bitter and I insulted her.
Oh witches, oh beasts I have entrusted my treasure to thee.
Once I slept with grace,
I found her ill and full of bane, vain, and far sicker
Than the wrath of the Wicked King Wicker.
The smoke from her fire turned everything black.

So never think of me for the sake of sanity,
Although I'm fond of your scars,
The failing of fervor, the crossing of stars.
Once I lad with beauty, and I laid her to rest.
If only, if only her charm had been as deep as her flesh.
The smoke from her fire turned everything black.

6. A Pulse Keeping Time with the Dark

The absolute end of the world, in life, transparent.
A pulse keeping time with the dark,
Cruelty will now inherit.
Like the breath and the hex of the sorceress
The crosses turn.
Towards the grave and the shade to coalesce
With art of ill-turn
The one bound by cigarette burns.
Preying eyes follow along
Screaming for blood and bleeding for song.
Preying eyes follow along
Screaming for blood and bleeding for song.
Bleeding for song.
Bleeding for...
The absolute end of the world
In life, transparent.
A pulse keeping time with the dark,
Cruelty will now inherit.
And hate will become silhouette
Against the idol shroud.
Evil, too much to regret,
Will please the crowd.

Preying eyes follow along
Screaming for blood and bleeding for song.
Preying eyes follow along
Screaming for blood and bleeding for song.
Bleeding for song.
Bleeding their young.

7. Funereal Might

And blood becomes the light, so conducts the night.
Cold Morta came howling,
Marking the curse with a five-pointed star.
Raw grave of torment,
Screaming now at the moons' dolor.
We're feeding on the dead.
A vital lust, longing for blood.
This wrath born to razors,
Clawing forth towards the brazen sky.
This wrath born to razors,
Raging forth with funereal might.
And blood becomes the night, so conducts the night.
Even Forneus, Marquis of Hell cowers now
To our phantasmic rule.

You must fear the ghost of nightfall
When dreams from the sky will stare.
And feel the breath of our call.
The moon conducting the nightmare.
We're feeding on the dead.
A risen thirst, longing for blood.
This wrath born to razors,
Clawing forth towards the brazen sky.
This wrath born to razors,
On the grave of your Christ, denied.
This wrath born to razors,
Raging forth with funereal might.
And blood becomes the night, so conducts the night.

8. Death Vow

To watch and wait in whispers
Within the scald of blisters.
Once interned in the dust below
The vengeful one has risen, cold.
Entranced and frozen by these eyes.
His glare alone could drive the nails and crucify.
The snare of flesh confining souls from seed to the gasp.
But with vow of the death the soul can escape and be in your grasp.
The grave, this world. Entombment has begun.
The grave, this world. The spell of lord illusion.
Divine, our race was sicker within the hex of trickery.
Interned in dust beneath this hell will call to our belief.
Their faith will be buried alive. His glare, alone
Will see their breath through a god's eye.
The snare of flesh confining souls from seed to the gasp.
But with vow of the death the soul can escape and be in your grasp.
The grave, this world.
Entombment has begun.
The grave, this world.
When facades fall, the wreath of barren skin.
When 'Old Nick' calls you'll see what lies within.
The folly of second chances and evil claim its own.
The filth now romances, interned in dust below.

When facades fall, the wreath of barren skin.
When 'Old Nick' calls you'll see what lies within.

The grave, this world. Entombment has begun.
The grave, this world. The spell of lord illusion.

9. Dead Is Better

Dead as the widowing curse of the knife
Dead as the bloodless stare.
Dead as the ashen praying for life
Dead as the fatal air.
Screaming the rite in spite of the end, unhallowed.
In spectral decay condemned, from below... below.
Sometimes they breath, sometimes they roam
Every man buries their own.
Sometimes they speak in death divine
Sometimes dead is better than alive.
Dead as the pallid artists' disguise
Dead as the mourners' prayer.
Dead as the flesh awaiting demise
Dead as the Charon fare.
Screaming the rite in spite of the end, unhallowed.
In spectral decay condemned, from below... below.
Sometimes they breath, sometimes they roam
Every man buries their own.
Sometimes they speak in death divine
Sometimes dead is better than alive.
Enshroud and await the hour
Beneath the ground has soured
Shadowless souls devour as the spell benights the dead.

Sometimes they roam
Every man buries their own.
Sometimes they speak in death divine
Sometimes dead is better than alive.

10. Unto the Knife

A sulfurous stench that captures the greed of life.
Like flesh unto the bone, and both unto the knife.
An ulcerous wench enraptured with the falling night.
Embracing with the moon while racing from the heaven's bite.
For horns, forewarned.
The dream evolved.
For horns, forewarned.
A race absolved.
A race absolved and now...
The crawling web of sacred dead can rest, betrayed.
To your lament will not be saved.
The crawling web of sacred dead can rest, betrayed.
To your lament will not be fucking saved...
By the vow of rapture or the holy ghost.
And the vessel of virtue becomes the fevered host
For endless torture, to darkness betrothed.
For horns, forewarned.
The dream evolved.
For horns, forewarned.
A race absolved.
A race absolved and now...
The crawling web of sacred dead can rest, betrayed.
To your lament will not be saved.
The crawling web of sacred death can rest, betrayed.
To your lament the sacrament will not be fucking saving...
Divining heart, the rise of the dark... the dark.
Feel the change in the sky, his stirring.
Feel the cold and hellish blast.
Feel the fatal lie enduring backwards through time to the past.

When the righteous being dances unto the ways of rust
And the crux of truth collapses into a ghost of dust.

The wrath of the watcher, in sacred rest betrayed.
The wrath of the watcher, the sacred won't be saved.

11. His Eyes (Pseudo Echo cover)

There was a man so cold, no life was in his eyes
He had a look so hard, I'd never seen him smile
I could've told you then, you'd heard it all before
And now you're in suspense, you'll have to wait for more

In all those mysteries you're taken by surprise
You never thought to see that look was in his eyes

There's a man with no life in his eyes

I was the only one who chanced it from the start
There was an evil sense, I swallowed to my heart
And as I took the vow a thought had come to mind
There was a winter mist, I dared not look behind

In all those mysteries you're taken by surprise
You never thought to see that look was in his eyes







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