DARKENED NOCTURN SLAUGHTERCULT LYRICS

1. Saldorian Spell

In the distance, in the night, shadows engage the light.
Winds waft their spirits vibrancy.
Lay down and cloth the world into eternal glory of darkness.

Saldorian Spell - Long live the silence,
lasting reign of night - Saldorian Spell

Saldorian Spell

Saldorian Spell - Long live the silence,
lasting reign of night - Saldorian Spell

Whilst the wilderness narrowly encloses all silently, distrustfully, infinitely.
Poising in stillness ... with times pulsating flow, indefinitely afar, yet so close, the circle of gathering is here.
The circle of gathering is here.

Whilst sprouting roots entangle the steles, inquisitive, convex, bursting.
The fundament uniting... with inflamed stars, so strident, yet so clandestine, within the eternal womb of obscurity.

2. Beneath The Moon Scars Above

Evanescently glare of daytime wilting
sets a glow nights mercerized finery.
What is emptiness? What is vacuity?

Profound blue transmuting to utter black.
A barrow within nothingness, within
swarthiness, within swarthiness

The silence of insanity struggling for
oppressed inspiration, defeating the laws.
Its existence in sore scent enriched
by mellow coldness

Beneath the Moon Scars Above

It is embracing the palsying heart,
like sprouting roots in mouldy ground,
they're reaching out into capacious vastness... vastness...
Like talons clawing into weak flesh.

Beneath the Moon Scars Above

Whilst yonder night, and all those
yet to come... It will never stand still ...
and in the distance it wafts fog.
And in the distance it wafts
fog, wafts fog, wafts fog

3. Kataklysmic Bretherens

Diluvial cleansing glinting morning dew upon languishing vitality of atrophying spirits.
Astonishing pulchritude reflects in a dead mans golden stare, whilst sham mirrors become obsolete.
Henceforth their sorrow came with pure malevolence.

Chaos embraced avatar, thou art the tenth,
unfold multifariously thy foretold presence.

"Kalpa" - "Mayon" - "Tirumal" primordial one
thy blackened bleak age has come!
"Kalpa" - "Mayon" - "Tirumal" primordial one

Bretherens in death, by life entwined, one thousand they are, the incidence of divine wrath.
They chastise, they punish, they travel far and wide to retrieve the equilibrium of a new dawn.

"Moha" - " Mara" - "Kalki"
"Kalpa" - "Mayon" - "Tirumal"
primordial one

4. The Descent To The Last Circle

Winged bearer of astral lights,
who's span enfolds seven principals,
ye, I summon thee.

From solitude, out of inaneness,
awaken, descent from oblivion
down to the everlasting four.

Ye, who walketh within the twilight of the two,
the cosmic key to the six of the three,
reveal the twelve of the four.

Crown the descent with woe and anguish,
torturer of the living, redeemer of the redeemed,
demystify the wheel of time.

Winged bearer of astral lights,
who's span enfolds seven principals,
ye, I summon thee.

5. Glance At The Horizon

We call upon the insubstantial entities,
whose radiant glare deprives from
the spirit. Yon, the ones the eye can barely
follow, Yon whose rapid ceasing resembles a fiery spark.

Descending back into chaos, at a flaming horizon,
Raise ye countenance - ye reminiscence
will be preserved

Brandish out of nights calderas,
until the soaring silhouette treads upon
the unclean planet.

Glance at the horizon,
it draws back as we approach.

Brandish out of nights calderas,
until the soaring silhouette treads upon
the unclean planet.

Glance at the horizon,
it draws back as we approach.

Tear not at the earthly gyves of the globe.
Revolving in delirium, existence in an ellipse
churning, pelting, devouring.

Glance at the horizon,
it draws back as we approach.

6. Dispatching The Curse Of Uncreation

Quiesence, so precious, well-nigh forgotten,
echoes through the wooden baronial hall.
Smouldering ornaments, marvelous shimmering,
beyond human entities,incinerating the throne
in a semblance of triangular madness.

The worlds ash bursts the urn, breathe, breathe
the decay, the ruin, death. Suffuse the spirit with
the deepest of all abysms, thrust sanity
down into crimson depths.
The worlds ash bursts the urn,
breathe, breathe the decay, the ruin, death.

Shatter the Self at times rising predawn, negate
all hope, confidence, existence. Withdraw
vigour from the will, the will from vigour,
unfold within the entirety of nonentity.

Renew tides slackening cycle. Stride on
into thereafter, the before, the here and now.
Sink in the mire of bedazzled thoughts, drown
in the murky hole of reeking degeneration.

Dispatch the curse of divine uncreation

Sink in the mire of bedazzled thoughts,
drown in the murky hole of reeking degeneration.

7. Suitor Of Death

Suitor of death - whose soul is sheared to pieces.
You are wandering alone straying in haze and dismal shades.
Rival of death – whose eyes have seen silver leafs on golden
boughs upon the great tree of dawn.

Embody the delusion and defeat of lives deluded mentally blind.
Abandon the illusion and deceit of the unearthly world behind.

Celestial athling of the nightsky dome
tremble in fear, for I am the putrid one,
the traverser of realms, the extinguisher
of stars, the nameless eternal.

Knoweth, I am ruler and judge,
Knoweth, I am divine and daemonic,
Knoweth and be set free,
I am the vanquisher of death.
Vanquish!

Times before dust and times beyond,
are but mere reflections of the void.
Soul stirring embodiment divine,
devouring the heavens and the miserable hells

Suitor of death - whose soul's been sheared to pieces.
You've wandered alone stoking fire on the hills.
Rival of death - whose inner splendor is black... Black!

8. The Saturnine Chapel

Part the shadow, the chasm and the
night. Within the ancient Saldor
their awed voices are heard. Within the ruins
they are echoing off the walls as reflections
of past saturnine deeds.

Rituals scarred subtle worlds into existence
and carried us into a magical substantiality.

When in elder ruins silence breaches the wind,
the reminiscence and the spirit awakens, bare
ground lays its hearing upon the earths tersareth.

Deafening its centenary droning beat, a
timeless tone, an elegy of melancholy, born
out of nightly died away choirs.

Accompanied by a necromantic heartfelt groan
hoary wisdom rises from perpetual devotion,
heaving a ceremonial sigh of resurrection.

Part the shadow, the abyss and the night.
Within the ancient Saldor their unwritten
words are heard. Within the ruins they
are echoing off the walls on cosmic paths
through times forlorn.

Past rituals wove subtle worlds into existence
and carried them into a magical substantiality.







DARKENED NOCTURN SLAUGHTERCULT LYRICS