CORPUS CHRISTII LYRICS

1. The Gate

2. The Owl Ressurrection

Call the ancient ones.
Build them into the foundations
Primitive guides
Who live only to maintain their blood
Feeding from their coward existence
To strive for power
To convince you
Of a better future
To come

They teach you
How to feed them
Still you do not ask why
Making their large yellow eyes
Ordering you to chant
Until a state of insanity

Ritual death
You sacrifice, without choice

The eleventh element
The only exit
The limbless crawl together to give birth
You're drained in front of their dead eyes
The fleshly expression of might

You look upon the scene
As a spectator
But forget you're the one lying in the altar

Guided by the foundation stones
Into your oblivion

They teach you, how to feed them
Still you do not ask why
Making their large yellow eyes
Makes you to chant, until a state of insanity

Into your...oblivion

3. Crystal Glaze Foundation

Pressed against the glass
Breathing fog on thin ice
Trying to look out
And see what dwells beyond

Faint shadows of what you try to be
But still many thousands of times
More than you can perceive

Holographic image spews out
Its fire vibrations
Breathing dust and glowing ashes,
From what once, was you

Crystal glaze foundation

Deathlike wish for knowledge
Hybris crushed, destroyed
Control to what stands, above
No longer able to shatter each other
We drain ourselves

Terror-balance to manage survival
Eyes open the wrong way
When the tidal-wave builds up it's essence
We stare blindly in the other direction

4. The Styx Reflection

Expressionless and killing your fate
Endless strive in water
The vessel of the souls
Preserves the stories of old

Carrying back and forth
With no question of time or destination
The innocent bleed from their eyes
And nothing has meaning anymore

They grieve over knowledge lost to this world
See their work fall into the possessed
Symbols once obvious
Now looked upon with scorn
In search for enlightenment too worldly

Cycles stretched out of blind lines
Torture no longer disconnects you from flesh
And they give of what they once owned
Still no longer they can grasp
For these soulless beings

Expressionless and killing your fate
Endless strive in water
The vessel of the souls
Preserves the stories of old

Carrying back and forth
With no question of time or destination
The innocent bleed from their eyes
And nothing has meaning anymore

The Styx reflection

They grieve over knowledge lost to this world
See their work fall into the possessed
Symbols once obvious
Now looked upon with scorn
In search for enlightenment too worldly

No longer they perceive
This making here

5. Picatrix

The mirrors stand once again on the hills
The boards of clay still hide in the sand
Summed up in what is now a mental desert
The cradle of human creation
Now burned, now buried

The source spits you out on the floor
Cold, sterile, mournful
Impenetrable, weak and weary
Where there is no pleasure, nor joy

Whatever you ask shalt be true
But who dictates what you ask here?
Microcosmic links to all
Where bloodline is only illusion

The aim of the sage
Is telling you that nothing ever was true

Picatrix - picatrix

Liberties of the flesh are the only channel
For they mark the connection
To the minds, who cares to rotate
Sinister strikes with your dagger of glass
Cuts through the throats of the mute

6. Deliverer Of Light

Silence
You requested silence to proceed your quest
But here only gluttons feed off your limbs

A golden mind has sent you,
Watching the bewitched creature
Representing the One
Who abandoned pity and demise

We walk beside your tracks, all stealth
Withdrawn from the focus of Man
Saying they know your name
But hardly know your true image

Seeing your footsteps wash away in the sand
Where you wrote the permanent path
On existence

For the sake of freedom, we crawl
To be given oblivion
Slowly drawn
From your constricted light

Representing the One who abandoned
Pity and demise

Deliverer of light
Lucifer's despite
Deliverer of light
Lucifer!

7. The Infidels Cross

Reclaiming homes lost
For thousands of years
Written into history,
Events forever left to the old,
Since the bringer of it was
To the sacrificed

Story recorded by the conquerors,
But you worked this out behind the scenes

Hiding behind masks
The new reign is spreading

Martyr-like features,
Crucifying themselves,
Through simple open play
But the general audience
Swallows and swallows
Again, and over again

Threads through their limbs,
Saints and angels guide them
No more freely than is captured in oil
The painter re-draws the self-portrait

Story recorded by the conquerors,
But you worked this out behind the scenes

The infidel laugh back at them
Now he shows His true self

8. Be Dark Thy Light

Praised be Thy realm
Bringer of Inversion
Consumed by your everlasting journey
With no reason to look back

Be dark Thy light

Mercury of the wise
Extract the spiritual seeds
White turned to gold,
And blackest of all the leaves
Through which you speak to us

Illusions through these tools
True change through our own minds
Enlightenment misinterpreted
Black flames of vision

The wide-open mouth of the One
With silver teeth
And the One breathing scents of death
Wearing tainted golden scales
Be dark thy light, or none at all
Be glorious consummation

Illusions through these tools
True change through our own minds
Enlightenment misinterpreted
Black flames of vision

Flickering behind in the mirror
When we focus on the surface reflection
Sucked into a vortex of absence
When we bring forth our own personal Hell

9. Paths Of Human Puzzles

Fumbling around in darkness
Unable to separate
The walls breathe
Walls smell of all of you

Smell of what you transformed into
But you live in my mind
Turned by the alchemist lies
Producer of false legends

Where I built the walls out of body parts
The same as many years past
Falling back into psychosis
Since that's all I know
Dismembered

It's all that's real
It pulls away
And I fall awaiting for the bottom

Breathing walls keep me warm
And condemn me for what I have done
As I fade away...

Blood vessels open
A chalice filled with vinegar

And the oil slowly turning matte
Purifying the skin
With rotting perfumes
And the offerings, those are left behind

10. In The Rivers Of Red

Vermin
Spreading like a plague
Not so brilliant procreating
Mere drought and deprivation

Covered with masks
Protecting from your filthy fluids
That seep through dried out fields
Bleeding landscape through the chemicals

Nothing shall prosper here
Nothing shall grow again

Demolished solutions
Keeping feuds alive
For the sake of man
Breathing and drinking from the rest

Spiritual cleansing of the surface
Returning to the source
And leaving nothing behind
Vermin, vermin, vermin

Covered with masks
Protecting from your filthy fluids
That seep through dried out fields
Bleeding landscape through the chemicals

Food for the mind
Only offered to the chosen
Cold they draw what they can from you
You have been excluded...







CORPUS CHRISTII LYRICS