DARKEND LYRICS

1. Tenebrae I: Spirit In Darkness

[Instrumental]

2. Mater Terribilis

[Catherine Hayes: France, 1675]

A black crystal sphere magically reflects images of cruelty
Witchcraft obsession made up to comfort women dressed with shadows
Shrewd like a demon to capture their lost tormented souls
Looking for a venomous solution to dissolve a dusty cold love
Damsels and lovers are spellbound by the words of the clairvoyant
Secret identities perennially eager to arrive to milady's bolster
She wields their minds behold with impure eyes
Enslaved without torment but ready to obey to her counsels

Slavery for golden possession, kindled the carnage inception
Mystical rituals celebrate by a priest, sacrificing children to the beast
A goblet of blood amid hands raised up toward the sky

Hundred children were killed, bloodbath for filling desire
Beneath the mournful name of god the bishop fell into a pit... of flesh

Venus, your pale skin is prey of demons
Graves overflowing corpses, sexual abomination, madness it's not only for the ancestors
Altars built up to praise the almighty, mounted with skulls, bones and deadly eyes

"Father I summon thy furious gaze upon the mortals
You master this misery, we devote ourselves to the flames of hell
Grant us your blackest wisdom so that we can bring your dominion
Recall demons' legion from the pit with no return...... no return "

A black crystal sphere magically reflects images of cruelty
Witchcraft obsession made up to comfort women dressed with shadows
Shrewd like a demon to capture their lost tormented souls
Looking for a venomous solution to dissolve a dusty cold love

Secret sons born from adultery
Gutted for been melting into potions
Forbidden spells, forbidden dreams
Embody the name of "Majesty"

Slavery for golden possession, kindled the carnage inception
Mystical rituals celebrate by a priest, sacrificing children to the beast

Venus, your pale skin is prey of demons
Graves overflowing corpses, sexual abomination, madness it's not only for the ancestors
Altars built up to praise the almighty, mounted with skulls, bones and deadly eyes

Dragged unto a monumental stake
Burning sparks are flying upwards
Hear the screams from the tongue of evil
A spirit purified by fire.

[Music by Imajes/Antarktica]
[Lyrics by Valentz]

3. A Bizarre Alchemical Practice

[Leonarda Cianciulli: Italy, 1939]

Thirteen sperm-seeds of sweet carnal passion were brutally erased
Strangled and dissolved into my own womb
Mother! you damned dream-witch of the night
How can that rotten cadaver still whispers to me
Unceasing omens of death?

"And suddenly a shining scalpel
Was built with terror and despair"

Unceasing omens of death
Will slowly show me the way
Paralysing omens of death
Slowly show me the way

Un vacuo silenzio s' innalza tra i fumi
Tessendo elogi a tristi paure
E bianche sculture incarnanti il dolore
Di riti, peccati ed anime fatue
Che nere le fiamme ribollono atroci
In bui pertugi macchiati di morte
Lavando precoce dal sangue l'odore
Di corpi straziati, in cera mutati

A dark Grand Guignol ceremony will dry all the tears of those years
With sweet human food well served
And candles of flesh will soon burn the air
Spreading the stench of redemption
Of your dead souls

"I was told to raise the heat
Up to seven hundred sixty degrees centigrade
For that is the right temperature
Required for melting bones
Oh, how simply and bizarre too
Can be this domestic alchemic practice"

Un vacuo silenzio s'innalza tra i fumi
Tessendo elogi a tristi paure
E bianche sculture incarnanti il dolore
Di riti, peccati ed anime fatue
Che nere le fiamme ribollono atroci
In bui pertugi macchiati di morte
Lavando precoce dal sangue l'odore
Di corpi straziati, in cera mutati

[Music by Imajes/Antarktica]
[Lyrics by Animæ]

4. Poisoned Lips Of Lust

[Marie de Brindvilliers: France, 1665]

Pale mistress lost in grinnin' shadows of pain
A mist breeds sensual perversion
The spirit desire to chase away morality
A flame burns in brilliant eyes

The embrace of death craves her love
Kissing with lips sweetly blushed
A dark shadow of jealousy
Orders fidelity for eternity

Oh father, you must die, I'm not your servant
You confined my love and sold my soul
The poison is boiling to melt your heart
Blessed in this holy, corrupted kingdom
Sweet revenge for my carnal passions
Sublime pleasure for this art

...I was so young when I was raped...

A feeble scream echoes from a distant convent
Sparkles light up candles of pleasure
Incestuous path toward a sinful treason
The chant of cunt resounds everywhere

The embrace of death craves her love
Kissing with lips sweetly blushed
A dark shadow of jealousy
Orders fidelity for eternity

Oh my beloved, now I feel so tired
I must destroy the chains that bind us
As others you'll perish to free my desire
A boundless spirit in this witheless
My soul is painting host of embraces
Submerged and covered with a seminal dress

The embrace of death craves her love
Kissing with lips sweetly blushed
A dark shadow of jealousy
Orders fidelity for eternity

Lethal confessions into the garments of god
A trap of destiny, cruel with blind eyes
Crawling dumb toward an eternal life
The pale white pall covers a sinuous body

Reflexes of solar light are mirroring on the blade
Black hair, blood and delusion wait on the strow
A wish of death symbolize the end of the princess
Wings of white angels burn into the fire of envy
Relic of charm and dedication to the flesh
They fell under her spell in flesh.

[Music by Imajes]
[Lyrics by Valentz]

5. Bounded, Sisters By Solitude

[Pauline Parker & Juliet Hulme: New Zeland, 1954]

[Pauline and Juliet:]
We, the nocturnal fogs of Eden
We still remember ages ago
When childish caresses warms our dimension
Lost in dreams
Weird sisters bounded by solitude
With eyes open wide we witnessed
The fall of reality
Silently imploring...

To the ground! To the ground!
To the ground until the worms will feast with her blood
A choir of lesbian angels was delivered from the sky
Covering with ashes the shadow of the whore!
To death! To death!
To death to finally erase her presence from the world
We, the slaying angels, were cast down from the sky
A stone against her head and Mommy was no more!

[Pauline:]
Among the unaware souls of the Lord
I hide my horrible secret
[Juliet:]
Behind novels and tales of fictional murders
Tremble hands and eyes sick to the pain
[Pauline and Juliet:]
Once cursed and doomed in any language

[The Whole Crowd:]
Murderers!
Meurtières!
Mörderinnen!
Assassine!

[Pauline and Juliet:]
To the ground! To the ground!
To the ground until the worms will feast with her blood
A choir of lesbian angels was delivered from the sky
Covering with ashes the shadow of the whore!
To death! To death!
To death to finally erase her presence from the world
We, the slaying angels, were cast down from the sky
A stone against her head and Mommy was no more!

We, the nocturnal foes of heaven
We still remember ages ago
When with eyes open wide we witnessed
The fall of reality
Violently giving her death!

Cast away never to meet again
My carnal alter ego
[Pauline:]
Juliet, where are you now?
[Juliet:]
Pauline, where are you now?

[Music by Imajes]
[Lyrics by Animæ]

6. Tenebrae II: For Those Who Died

[Instrumental]

7. Two-Faced Beast

[Denise Labbè: France, 1954]

[Part I:]

Denise, Jacques and the dying Spirit
An angel without wings trampled by his desires
Blinded by deception of an endless and painful love
Bitter tears run down her cheeks so pale, turning to red
The inner deepest agony corrodes heartbeats
...bringing to madness

A silent scream of the dying spirit
Baptized form the cradle to the grave
Life, swept away!
Her image reflected by a ripple mirror
And the hands whose praised a gift of god
Left her heart… to drown!

The last tempting wish, holding the
hands of her mother
Into the metal-tub, full of water and pain
They went to clean her doll, dirty and worn out
But only one comes back, because the infant
... is dead

She cries for her inconceivable deeds
Detecting reality through his dismal heart

Is this the essence of love? Masochistic passion
on the white skin of her pure body
A shiny knife, it cuts, leaving scars and livids
to fulfill a mental depraved satisfaction
Obsessed by dominion of unaware women's souls

Subdued by the obsession of losing him
Aborting, without tragedy, in the name of deep passion
Disowned, cast away and insulted
An empty shell lost in solitude

Is this the promise of pain? Masochistic passion on the white skin of her pure body
A shiny knife, it cuts, leaving scars and livids to fulfill a mental depraved satisfaction
Love will show me the worst face of the beast

[Part II:]

The voice of Christine
Back to the humid womb once again…
A womb made of bitter water and cold iron walls
It must b my prison…
A prison for the unborn who once dreamed of life

But here is so dark, so cold, so old
Could eternity be just a humble grave?
All I still feel is the deep, intense pain
The pain of birth and then to come back here again
Again…
Again…
Again…

No more light as my tears melt with water
My lungs filled once more with heavy liquid
For me life was just a sweet dream
As for you death will be…

[Music by Imajes/Antarktica]
[Lyrics by Animæ/Valentz]

8. Her Majesty Ogress

[Jeanne Weber: France, 1908]

Behind this cold walls still I struggle
Here, in my torn heart
As I watch at the spiders creeping the stones
I hope that this burden will disappear
Remembering horrible acts

Laissez moi protéger
Le secret qui envelope
L'âme des mes maines…

Or horrible dreams?

Que l'architecture de la doux mort aux profound spasmes commence!
Ulcère de cette enfantin beauté
J'orchestre la danse avec ton corp désarticulée, une paradisiaque decadence!

Mine is this sublime art of strangulation
A warm exercise of moribund pressure
My love and my hands all around your throat
For your cold embrace only I'll warm
I, her majesty Ogress
Her majesty Death

Ulcère de cette enfantin beauté
Mutilation de ton coeur
Vide yeux pleurent sang
Sur le visage tuméfié

So I will keep the secret of your stolen breath
Clutching, still clutching, with severe fingers, clutching!
And with an empty stare I guide your steps
In the dark land of the untimely death

For it's like to recreate peace of mind
For it's like to recreate the silence of the uterine asphyxia
For it's like to recreate inside, the lost passion for a deformed body
For it's like to recreate the love, the pain, eternally united…
What have I done?
Sweet innocent children…
Time heals… nothing!

Please give me again an illusion of sanity
'Cause it is gone too far
If my world was nothing more than this
I'll better kill myself
With my own hands

Laissez moi protéger
Le secret de ton soufflle
Dans la mort unie avec le mien…

In death, united with me…

Mine is this sublime art of strangulation
A warm exercise of moribund pressure
My shame and my hands all around my throat
For my cold embrace nobody will warm
I, her majesty Ogress
Her majesty Death

Ma gorge déchiré
Avec cettes ongles d'Orchesse
Une victime immolée
Dans la crypte du suicide.

[Music by Imajes/Antarktica]
[Lyrics by Animæ]

9. The Thorns, The Pain, The Horror

[Lizzie Borden: United States, 1892]

As fascinating thorns
The hate grows inside her heart
Silently shaping
Those constant pain and sense of solitude
Transforming her rigid soul
And maniacally picture
A bleak paint of horror
A serenade of murders
Celebrated by the blade

The thorns, the pain, the horror
She feeds inside
The thorns, the pain, the horror
She wields her torment
For the world is full of sins
And they will last forever!
She took an ax
And laughing she believed
That she will strike down with hate!

The house was engraved
In an absolute silence
Finally only her mother inside
Her and the ax

Laughing, screaming, violently hitting
Reducing her face to mush
Forty whacks and when she saw what she had done
She went downstairs and gave her father forty-one!

The terrible voice of death itself
Filled those rooms
The strong stink of blood
Her figure stands expressionless

Silk is burning…

A morbid archetype of slaughter
To cage the mind
Beyond the human sin's perception
Her emotions were petrified
Cast away to raise
The cult of the Gorgon with bloodstained hands!

The thorns, the pain, the horror
She spread outside
The thorns, the pain, the horror
She wields her torment
For the world is full of sins
And they will last forever!
She took an ax
And laughing she done it
She struck down with hate!

[Music by Antarktica/ Imajes]
[Lyrics by Animæ]

10. Perinde Ac Cadaver

[Elga Gurroci: Italy, 1928]

Alone I lay here in my own cold cell silently praying for you, God
Down on my bleeding knees I call at you to speak me again
Still horrified by the lapse of obedience that taint this Gothic structure
Monastery infected by bitches hidden by the black saint veil

Lost deep into the divine gloom, where my eyes can penetrate
A sharp voice escapes the stones and calls upon me
Tremble as leaves! You livid nuns, for all of your words are lies
At the shade of the cliff God will guide my holy acts

The Jesuit's blood's in my veins
My soul's in your hand
And as a dead body I will proudly obey

In manus tuas commendo spiritum meum
In manus tuas commendo spiritum meum
Perinde ac cadaver!
Perinde ac cadaver!

Nighttime procession on the way among the rocks
Among the trees, on the way to the cliff

Sister, confess your sins to me
Below this moonless night, at the top of the stone
If his holy son was sadly sacrificed
Don't you think that even you can die?

As she fall screaming to the ground
Thy will is done
Thy will is done

In manus tuas commendo spiritum meum
In manus tuas commendo spiritum meum
Perinde ac cadaver!
Perinde ac cadaver!

Observe and rejoice! My only and righteous God
For with such dignity I act as you command
Ashes to ashes and torment to the flesh
Will save all their souls from the tortures of hell

Collera, divina risorgi
Assurgi a tuo manto
Il voto spezzato di mille sorelle
Nel nome della croce
Or depongo l'anime vostre
Alla destra del padre
E luride carni getto alle rocce
E livide carni getto alle rocce

Sacred ground of bloody rocks
Dark End, immaculate
For every nun that dies
A shroud so white shall be prepared
Hosanna in excelsis
Hosanna in excelsis
The holy code of Jesuits
Representing love on earth
Amen! To the masses
Thy will always be done
Hosanna in excelsis
Hosanna in excelsis deo

Lost deep into the divine gloom, where my eyes can penetrate
A vivid vision escapes the stones and unveils itself to me

In manus tuas commendo spiritum meum
In manus tuas commendo spiritum meum
Mortuis, domine, lux perpetua luceat
Dies irae, dies irae

Dead by moonlight, sacrifice
My face in a pool of blood
Gravid stares of grace divine
Soon I'll reach you God
Hosanna in excelsis
Hosanna in excelsis
As a dead body I must obey
Holy father, holy son I'll be your holy corpse
How mysterious the ways of the Lord can be
The next shroud prepared… will be for me!

[Music by Antarktica]
[Lyrics by Animæ]

11. Tenebrae III: Darkness In Spirit

[Instrumental]








DARKEND LYRICS