HORTUS ANIMAE LYRICS

1. God And His Disgusting Children

Towers of ruins are standing tall, towards a gray and wrathful sky
Derelict stoups dirty with drool, can’t satisfy the thirst of mice

Inhale the fever

The walls of cry do crumble down, fulfilling lungs with abrasive ash
On wounded knees, the time is now, to curve the back to the stash

No bulwark there to spurn the slugs, drained by the scorching sun
Leaving a trail they crawl and tug, more and more stunned, no longer shun

Inhale the fever, now
In a line of lepers, now

I’ll stand in line before the ministry
I’ll stand in line for my soul to save
I’ll stand in line, but still I’m consumed
By pain and regret, it’s killing me

Inhale the fever

Preserved bodies prone to worship, wedged between bricks and mould
Crusts of blood poison the surface, angrily stuck to the power they hold

Rusted chalices on forsaken altars, kept precious fluids for the wretched
Strong statues stagger and falter, when their resoluteness gets banished

Inhale the fever, now
In a line of lepers, now

I’ll stand in line before the ministry
I’ll stand in line for my soul to save
I’ll stand in line, but still I’m consumed
By pain and regret, it’s killing me

Inhale the fever, now

The creatures of the sunrise are fading in the night
Shade by shade they vanish, a process that is trite
The creatures of the sunrise have been fading in the night
Abhorring the blinding starlight that erode their very life

Children, disgusting children, deformed and helpless
Off the womb of sanctity
Children, repulsive children, reborn from filth
Animus disguised as mercy

Inhale the fever, now

Inhale the fever, now
In a line of lepers, now

I’ll stand in line before the ministry
I’ll stand in line for my soul to save
I’ll stand in line, but still I’m consumed
By pain and regret, it’s killing me

Inhale the fever, now
In a line of lepers, now

I’ll stand in line before the ministry
I’ll stand in line for my soul to save
I’ll stand in line, but still I’m consumed
By pain and regret, it’s killing me

Inhale the fever, in a line of lepers, now

2. Blood Of The Earth / The Truth Against The World

Millenniums have come to pass
Our world has come great length at last
Old shadows thought still haunt our days
Forever now, we live in shame

Y Gwir yn erbyn y Byd
The truth, against the world
Y Gwir yn erbyn y Byd
Our fate has been foretold
Y Gwir yn erbyn y Byd
Our aeons will whisper still
The lies, that thrive on this
Y Gwir yn erbyn y Byd

Through days and nights men carry bold
Greed, blood and sloth that scriptures hold
Words inked in blood stand tall and proud
Hail those who stood against the crowd

Y Gwir yn erbyn y Byd
The truth, against the world
Y Gwir yn erbyn y Byd
Our fate seems so foretold
Y Gwir yn erbyn y Byd

Our aeons may whisper still
Embrace the truth, denounce globe
Denounce the ones whose souls they've sold

Fight... Fight... Fight... Light... Light...
Light... Lies... Lies... Lies... Die... Die...
Die! Fight... Fight... Fight...
March towards the light... Light... Light...
Refuse to live on lies

Disaster fuels the flame of greed
Akin to those who plant the seed
Heed the call our mother screams
In pain she cries to save our dreams

Y Gwir yn erbyn y Byd
The truth, against the world
Y Gwir yn erbyn y Byd
Our fate has been foretold

Voices travel through time, to warn man of the crime
Alesian fields still cry, our flesh and blood that died
Refuse, resist, refuse resist
Never forget, never regret

History repeats itself
In our search for Midas king
Just how many more must bleed
To feed the dead whose name you sing
Awaken the truth, a-slumber the world
Ancient wisdom's alive, behold what was told
Remember the few that put up a fight
Free men standing strong, with time tested might

Y Gwir yn erbyn y Byd
The truth, against the world
Y Gwir yn erbyn y Byd
Our fate seems so foretold

Lies, lies, condemn us all to die
Die, die, those snakes that run and hide

Millenniums have passed, humanity still holds
The keys to gates our past, has failed to fight the cold
A choice to make, a stand to hold
The truth against the world

Y Gwir yn erbyn y Byd...

3. Dystopian Apocalypse

The symptoms of corrosion
Flowing slow from head to feet
The genesis of abortion
Of beings with sharp protruding teeth

The scum scorns every concept of mortality
Through idioms of duality inaccessible for the brain

This is the sunset of our age
Foretelling the dawn of a new mankind
Shapes are shifting asymmetrically
Deformation calls the new perfection

This is the end of our last day
Connecting trinities once twined
Which have been in growth lethargically
New flesh for new dissections

In the fields where grass grows taller than ever
The winged serpents crawl insidious between our feet
Taking flight and showing a new splendour
New rituals are way beyond belief

In the lakes where water is clearer than ever
The winged serpents drank all the remaining impurities
Testimonies of a vigorous new ardour
Singing rituals that give way beyond relief

Upon the mountains where air is purer than ever
The winged serpents fly in circles of infinity
Prophecy of wealth and awaking ardour
Blinding visions of a world once adrift

The ghastly splendour of a multiform masquerade
Taking place through eruptions of multicolour accolades
The renaissance of a rebellion will come with blazing hordes
Embrace the Dystopian Apocalypse that will change the rules on afterwards

The distant horizon from a vast open space
Yet each distance is shortened, cogent domain

The improvement of beings god has failed to create
A brainchild of mergers, the breed of the quakes
The obscene children and the outcasts of caves

The symptoms of corrosion
Flowing slow from head to feet
The genesis of abortion
Of beings with sharp protruding teeth

This is the sunset of our age
Foretelling the dawn of a new mankind
Shapes are shifting asymmetrically
Deformation calls the new perfection

This is the end of our last day
Connecting trinities once twined
Which have been in growth lethargically
New flesh for new dissections

4. At The End Of Doomsday

[Part I]

The wind blows light in the stillness of moments, when nothing ever seems to modify the order of things. Nothing looks like an omen of change, while millions and millions of parasites mechanically run, eat and consume every single existing substance, merely dedicated to their livelihood. They feed from all life, they feed from the skin they walk on, over and over again. Until it gets dry. And the creature that holds it gets lifeless. Yet thirsty for vengeance. Winds will start blowing furiously, like never before, more voracious than locusts, tearing souls apart with their cold. Countless ravenous mouths will open wide under their stupid little legs, devouring them in droves. Yet, the bleeding won't be eternal, the obscurity won't last for more than a lifetime. Oh well, if any of you parasites now feel the need to say something at last, let yours be a few final wise words.

[Part II]

As I walk the edge of this cracked road
I watch below and see that everyone is dead
No one to wait for, no more future plans
As I stand on the edge of the Abyss
In silence, cause there's nothing left to say
It calls me down, I try not to shake

If the shadows fell onto this crooked world today
Would past and future melt in a cold embrace
If the shadows fell onto this crooked world today
Would past and future melt in a cold embrace

As I march beside the disasters
White eyes and pale faces are my company
I should feel lonely, I'm just passive to the fate
As the stench pierces the surroundings
I feel both numbness and sympathy
Why shouldn't I abandon myself and dive

If the shadows fell onto this crooked world today
Would past and future melt in a cold embrace
If the shadows fell onto this crooked world today
Would past and future melt in a cold embrace

No more gods to worship, no more saints to praise
I stand alone in the void, just me and my fate
No more gods to worship, no more prayers to say
Alone and forever, just me and our world's fate

If the shadows fell onto this crooked world today
Would past and future melt in a cold embrace
If the shadows fell onto this crooked world today
Would past and future melt in a cold embrace

[Part III]

Seeds burst into life, a life that eats decay

New forms of life, brand new independent cells
Devour the carcasses, build their DNA

Seeds burst into life, a life that eats decay
From the depths of Earth

New forms of life, brand new independent cells
Devour the carcasses, build their DNA
The skies return to weep, giving splendour to the fields
The ground takes over a thousand and thousand of clays

The Earth revolted, a vortex aph-o-ris-ti-cal-ly offered
The Earth revolted, dead bodies ar-tis-ti-cal-ly covered
The Earth revolted, plantations car-niv-o-rous-ly attired
The Earth revolted, the havoc in-cred-u-lous-ly saw seeds burst into life

Today the shadows fell onto this crooked world
Past and future melted in a cold embrace
From darkness came the light, a new horizon shines
Over dead city rises, the new world's face
Culture medium from the departed, a form of rebirth
Withered fingers from the soil take new heart and strength
The reek turns into ozone, a form of redemption
Past and future melted into a new dimension

5. The Poison Of The Naga

From the dynasty of the waters
Rising from the depths with ascetic discordance
Floods of destruction after rains of fertility

A liquid taste of slaughter
Deity of virulent poison, prowess and endurance
From the water tree giving His offering

And that was not the apple of sin

Holding storms in one hand, whipping away mortality
The revered elixir of life of the great laconic trinity

Supreme Keeper of Knowledge
On the shoulders of the Destroyer
Crowning the head of the Ubiquitous

The shelter of gods, which from nether dimensions He lauds

Nagaraja – Serpent King

Spirits dance along subterranean streams
The entrance is subtle, the trail is so steep
Spirits dance along subterranean streams
The breaths are humid, the realm is so deep

Recover Amrita from the Ocean of Milk
Bending the mountains, churning the seas
Gods and demons, the lockings to bind Him
The greatest of efforts and yielded the King
The last weary breath becomes the strongest of venoms
Wryly the Destroyer becoming the plenum
The essence of immortality is safely back
The threat of doomsday is delayed once again

Nagaraja – Serpent King

Spirits dance along subterranean streams
The entrance is subtle, the trail is so steep
Spirits dance along subterranean streams
The breaths are humid, the realm is so deep
Spirits dance along subterranean streams
With a slow pace they cautiously creep
Spirits dance along subterranean streams
The entrance is subtle, in a well that’s so deep

Nagaraja – Serpent King

The Mother of Snakes unleashed Her children on trees
To offer the humans all the wisdom they need
The fork-tongued creatures spoke the words of relief
And no that was not the bloody apple of sin
The Mother of Snakes unleashed Her children on trees
To offer the humans all the knowledge they need
Wisdom is tempting, ignorance is bliss
And no that was not the bloody apple of sin

Nagaraja – Serpent King

6. Impromptu Op. II / Pain Relieved

[Instrumental]

7. Chamber Of Endless Nightmares

Pest or ghosts, I cannot know
Haunted my skin, flesh and bones
Infested my veins, poisoned my blood
Made me grope deep inside the mud
Made me blind and made me deaf
The mark to the ox, my Taw/Aleph
I couldn’t see them, they couldn’t see me
Although we lived as one, in company

Through spider webs filtered pale rays
And reached the dark of every place
I have felt the sickness, vomited it out
The flouting mangy old rooks flew up
Giving shapes back before my eyes
I desired the death of such petty flies
Have I gotten rid of all the stains
that decorated my mind

I spit my rage by heavy rains
I wash my wounds, eliminate

I swear I won’t forget this time
The most lone hours ever
Sleepwalking through the dead of night
While particles do sever
I swear I won’t forget this time
The most lone hours ever
The scattered ashes of my life
Keep floating through the never

I spit my rage by heavy rains
I wash my wounds, eliminate
I spit my rage by heavy rains
Withdraw the dirt while I elate

I swear I won’t forget this time
The most lone hours ever
Sleepwalking through the dead of night
While particles do sever
I swear I won’t forget this time
The most lone hours ever
The scattered ashes of my life
Keep floating through the never

Crimson waves wreaking over
I become the fire I held within
Boiling blood spilling over
From the fiery lake of my Abyss
Immense cracks getting larger
The hungry jaws of the Apocalypse
Cold breath whipping stronger
Storming comes my scourging bliss

What have you all done
What the hell have I done
What have we all done

I couldn’t guess the gift of sight
Would be the curse during my nights
My endless nightmares, loneliness
Alone in my chamber I dream of them
I feel as dead as they are now
So why to see if my eyes close down
My livid wrath I repudiate
As in solitude one can’t create

I couldn’t guess the gift of sight
Would be the curse during my nights
My endless nightmares, loneliness
Alone in my chamber I dream of them
I feel as dead as they are now
So why to see if my eyes close down
The good old darkness they infected me with
Keeps resounding in my memories

I swear I won’t forget this time
The most lone hours ever
Sleepwalking through the dead of night
While particles do sever

I swear I won’t forget this time
The most lone hours ever
The scattered ashes of my life
Keep floating through the never

8. Aqualung

[originally by Jethro Tull]

Sitting on a park bench
eyeing little girls with bad intent.
Snot running down his nose
greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.
Drying in the cold sun
Watching as the frilly panties run.
Feeling like a dead duck
spitting out pieces of his broken luck.

Sun streaking cold
an old man wandering lonely.
Taking time
the only way he knows.
Leg hurting bad,
as he bends to pick a dog-end
he goes down to the bog
and warms his feet.

Feeling alone
the army's up the rode
salvation à la mode and
a cup of tea.
Aqualung my friend
don't start away uneasy
you poor old sod, you see, it's only me.
Do you still remember
December's foggy freeze
when the ice that
clings on to your beard is
screaming agony.
And you snatch your rattling last breaths
with deep-sea-diver sounds,
and the flowers bloom like
madness in the spring.







HORTUS ANIMAE LYRICS