MATTERHORN LYRICS

1. Diptyque

2. Violent Success

[Morbid / Nekroking / Tot]

First and last sighs likewise
Outact what was, the changeless power
Still ongoing — violent success
(for it is) the nature of the beast
The way men's hearts beat

Death impelled!
A proven endorsement
The time ruled judgement
Violent successor!

The jargon of time, learned on purpose
Yet to oust all conducts and beliefs
Renew their own free will
Violent success — the nature of the beast

Death impels!
A proving endorsement
In sanctimonious ease
Violent successor!

The first's and last's eyes
And everlasting and likewise
Will build up on (the) same ground
The way of all endings
A pogrom against all flesh
In obscure star shine
Death is our progress!
The time rules on secular courts
Hindsight the light
A never-ending oppression

Violent success!

3. Noch nicht nichts

[Morbid / Nekroking / Tot]

Waiting for anything to arise
Vision the feel of a near thought
Praying for someone to appear
Adorn a time yet to come

Promote the masks of misrule
Over-newsed still uninformed
Terror fills the state of being voided
Obsessive, proclaims, acting random
For a fulfilled life?
Repressing existence
They live as good as they can

Promote demasked and misruled
Over-newsed still uninformed
Restricted to existence
They live as good as they can
Just not nothing yet
Only not nothing yet!

Everyone wills to be
None wants to become
Led into oneness forever
Only not nothing yet!

Demoting following generations
Bear the ruins of the elder race
Decline and deprave a new world
Restricted to existence
They live as good as they can
I foresee the shimmering end
Only not nothing yet!

Everyone wills to be
None wants to become
Bridges burnt behind those eyes
Clearance's lost
Life, a performance to be done
Crass twist to be mirrored justly
But they miss the breaking
Forever prevent — remains
Unaborted for total submission
Encounter delusive impression
Like wrongdoing vives 'em

Rites! Solemnized ceremonial state
Lights! Only shines on their bare hands
Years of questions, years of answers:
"Life's considered done for free!"

4. Teenage Emperors

[Morbid / Nekroking / Tot]

Serene whispers, feel the freeze
Attracted by those that are lost to the world
Startled by nature's great scream
No longer our parents' sons
Immoral will, lurking in the woods
The perverted pack out for a mortal thrill

Fascinated by what lies
Beyond earthly delights
Initiated, only bystanders
Of our predetermined lives

Night by night we parade with hell
Brothers in darkness, the inner circle
Never were such words shared
Words of mortals, words of doom

We were — teenage emperors!

Erect our thrones, rush of death
Showing of the winged figure
Proponent and ringleader
Protect our arcane secret

Understood by whom understands
The world is like we believe it to be
Torn out of life by wisdom
In such a shameful way

"All that is necessary for the triumph of evil
Is that good men do nothing."

Enlightened by self-preservation
The demoniac fire of puberty
Revealing our true nature
The mortal appearance of death

Tragic guidance, our youth is stolen
Lost the virgin holiness
Spirit killing fantasies
Will we ever conquer again?

5. Parabol Dreams

[Morbid / Nekroking / Tot]

Remote insight
A living dead corpse
I live in your wasting flesh

Parabol dreams
Begotten corpses
Unified masses (are)
Condemned to lies

Tirades of hate
To coexist within death
Curtains are drawn
For distraction is high-end
Parabol dreams
In plastic forged
An ark in darkness
Condemned to life

The deceit you stream will caress my mind
We're objects given by the framer of our will
These memories I remember are not mine
And the vision temptingly wraps around me

Life's too much for one alone
Debtors of flesh, reflectors of life
Life turns into dreams
As the signal redeems
I will what you want, as echolon commands!

Set to receive!

Parabol dreams
Servants of dawn
Life is delusion
Ripe for consumption

Outbreak, immersion, to insight, reflect me!

Shall I rise
As if you are my tomb?
And everyone shall suffer all our pain!

Attack!

6. The Hornhead

[Morbid / Nekroking / Tot]

Hornhead, standalone!
Behead the holy glorious corpse
The unvital one — the rearing mourns
Hornhead, exalted soul

Spirit loosens in morbid reveries
Of such potency — he it is and therein
You may be fulfilled forever
Resets this new mode of being
Inhales and resets again

Enlivened as any soul's successor
Witness and holy man
Ahead the glorious corpses
The new bloodless wounds of men

Life: a prosthetic performance
Draped our night-ripped presence
Prolific where all gods ceased
Reset this new state of being

Draped — our night-ripped presence!

Visions near the changeless power
As fear and hate alights
Unction from above
Assist by nature frail
Life has failed me, go forth in flesh
Go forth in flesh, renew!
Yet for all this, his anger is not turned away

Misrule leads to lost fear of trying
Where havens of balance existed
The rearing mourns, sowed in frame
Hornheads as any soul's successors

Deathlike ideograph, eternal progress
Unction from above
Deathlike ideograph, predefined and moribund
A crass cleansing fire

Yet his hand's still upraised
An infinite performance
Encased in frames
Access in concurrent worlds

Yet his hand's still upraised!

7. Tongues Of Babel

[Morbid / Nekroking / Tot]

Now the wind turns, blows from far away
Carrying the howl of nurtured hordes
Outnumbering human flood
Few narrow lands, tainted tongues
Last day comes, the tower will burst

Retold stories, the night forbids the noise
Reoccurring renaissance, chaos evokes
Progress a tainted virtue,
Burned out and culturally collapsed
Where did we come from, where do we go?
An addiction to death!
(to the death)

Decline the empty empires
Occidental fear
Return from the orient
To conquer their origin

True words of culture unheard
Unspeakable by descendants
Noble principles, disabled wisdom
Forbidden and to be lost
(to be lost)

From bronze age to virtuality
Erectors prostrate
Drawling, down towards the void
Precarious measure, decades of crusades

Flaming rush of information
No more connections, beliefs divide
Reconquest old meanings
An imploring appeal, confound our tongues

Our tongues confound
Tongues of babel!

Now the wind turns…

8. Of All I Was

[Morbid / Nekroking / Tot]

There where all the veils raise
And all answers (are) already found

Paradisial night revels
Separate me from the pallid soil
Cleansed after the sound
A young man's necrologue

Of the dormant death in me
Of the infinite return
Another skin to feel restored
Necrologue of all I was

Youth's happiness has incompleted me
Fandom of the vulgar tone
Death enthroned in the kingdom of Argus
The figure and its shadow swap over!

Of the dormant death
Of the infinite return
Another skin to feel restored
Necrologue of all I was

So the veils raised, the answer is here
A crass release from an unborn morn
My name cleansed, mute and unmade
Let it be so and make my corpse a relic
Prosthetic performance
Whence I've been released from
Bounded by the unvital one
Escaping the tyranny of eternal performance
The necrologue of all I was

Veils raised, the answer's here, crass release
Unborn morn, escaping the tyranny
Acrimony, necrologue of all I was







MATTERHORN LYRICS