DARKENED NOCTURN SLAUGHTERCULT LYRICS

1. Wicher Za Gorami

Nadchodzi wicher za górami
Zbliża się wicher górami

Na wielkim wzgórzu gdzie wiatry panują
rozbijają się fale o skały
Tam morze rozdzieliło kamień,
gdzie powstała ogromna przestrzeń
Na horyzoncie ciemność zaczęła panować,
Chaos rządzi błyskiem i grzmotem

Unosi się wicher za górami
Chaos rządzi błyskiem i grzmotem

Nadchodzi wicher za górami
Zbliża się wicher za górami

Na wielkim wzgórzu gdzie wicher jest panem
toczy się niesamowity grom
wiatr pędzi płomienie ognia
gdy woda się piętrzy w ogromne fale
gdy nadszedł wicher
panuje chaos

i z nimi nadszedł koniec

2. Chronicler Of Chaos

Upon them mighty spires of chaos,
amidst the vortex of time,
behold the blackest orb of uncreation,
for the great harvest is acoming,
none shall be able to endure !

Procreation of ages unborn,
foreseen from times untold,
scattered mortal incinerated remains,
sand in the wheels of a precious lifecycle.

.... and spokes dissipate into oblivion ! ...

Reap ... despair,
Reap ... deterioration,
Reap ... death.

Last entry into the chronicles of chaos,
scribbled with immense decay,
followed by eternal, glorified peace !
Glorified unit of human life,
light up in the fiery great void's shine !!!

...blazing red - spokes dissipate into oblivion !...

"Human sibling, reap what you have sown!"

Reap ... despair,
Reap ... deterioration,
Reap ... death.

3. Spectral Runlets Of Tulwod

Dimly shaded haze - thought entangling,
whilst rivers of crimson red brawling -
open the gates.

Open the Gates !

Awake thee not, sleep ! Sleep on.
Fill these dormant eyes
within them clandestine flames
omit spraying these dolorous sparks.

Sway in unison with Cimonar before
Blackest despair usurps the spirit.

Die Macht der Sinne belebt die Kraft !

As a pale moons' lunar plate,
extricates its' bulk.
Out of nightly cloud covers -
pale silver shafts graze,
The spectral runlets of Tulwod.

... eyes piercing an invisible object
in spatial distance,
as gracefully grim paleness in full comeliness
dives into streams of Tulwod.

4. Scaffold Salvation

Open! Scraggy portals and gates of the world !
That the king of honor may cometh in.
Open! Rusty fetters of enchained flight,
praise his godly adherents.
For ever and ever his truth lasts.
Immutable enduring death's throne shall be.

Enlighten the path of the spiritually impaled,
in pale moon's grave-like countenance.
Illuminate crimson shadows of subjugation,
praise this godly light.
For ever and ever with steady pace,
immutable enduring shall be -
the road to Calvary !!!

Oh glorious heroes of might, who fulfill his will,
now imploringly on knees ...
From sea to sea, from the ocean to the very borders of the earth,
the build up, never vacillating empire,
now strengthless stumbling, dragging,
on dusty path to Christ's scaffold !

5. Whispers Of Arcane Cimonar

NIMM DIE KLINGE !

6. The Dead Hate The Living

Impending upon the path -
leading to where eternal sleep dwells,
is the feeling of mighty perfectibility.

Dismal, Dreary like the universe,
beautiful like suicidal adoration

Reach ... for his scraggy claw.

For upon earth the accursed dwell.
Nonentity will swell up with infinitude.

Mortal putrescent debris - vestige of self-destruction

Away from this wobbling ground,
this path leads to unknown spheres,
Away into aeons,
Abscondence of existence.

As grave as the air, the spirit rests anxiously
As resounds in the distance a prolonged howl.

Lamentations dragged from place to place -
by funeral winds !

..when this earthly body in misty billows resolves...

Life is an illusion - only Death is Real !
The Dead Hate the Living !

Merely silvery shine in darkness shall coruscate,
whilst winds embed this spirit's vibrancy.
Once it has abandoned vivaciousness
... this sound which shall be heard for evermore
IN EVERY FUNERAL BELL !!!

7. Through Rotting Stench

They seize the spectre of Cimonar,
and set up against the vastness of unforeseeable.
Nothing else remains except
to let self-destruction run
It's unstoppable course.

Riding through rotting stench in blood swamp
Riding through rotting stench in blood swamp
Riding through rotting stench in blood swamp

Lurid bolts tearing above the great vast battlefields,
dragging through space like a fervently inferno.
Suffusing their Tersareth with

Fear,
coldness,
mercilessness,
Tulwod !

calamities blistering above the great vast battlefield,
implacable, immovable.
They will revert to the very source of existence,
to the source where they'll be governed by the great void .

Riding through rotting stench in bloody swamp !

8. Gathering Upon Saldorian Fields

9. Nocturnal March

At the end of calamitous paths stood their beginning.
The source of infinity began to pour out.
As black winged squadrons covered the sky.
As insanity's `wakening drowned out howling beasts.
As frostic wind scraggy skims over darkened lands,
like a shrill woeful sigh.

This is the herald of the grand tempest.
As forces of gravity began to pour out.

Like a falling boulder the ground of their arrival shivers.

Mit derben Äxten gegen den Himmel erhoben,
ertönt der Gleichschritt.

NOCTURNAL MARCH !
NOCTURNAL MARCH !

There abysmal oceans raise their mighty flood,
wrenching the weakness into infernal gullets.

As black winged squadrons covered the sky.
As insanity's `wakening drowned out howling beasts.
As frostic wind scraggy skims over darkened lands,
like a shrill woeful sigh.

Hurricanes and Earthquakes are shattering bleak ground
Hordes of plague and pestilence the grand Pest commands
- like an ursurpingly march, all devastating
... thus dwindling - praying Humanity.

Mit derben Äxten gegen den Himmel erhoben,
ertönt der Gleichschritt.

NOCTURNAL MARCH !
We start the Nocturnal March !





DARKENED NOCTURN SLAUGHTERCULT LYRICS