NEPHELIUM LYRICS

1. Burial Ground

(Kaleidoscopic images come spiralling out of the past in bursting flashes that assault the senses and leave one bewildered and disoriented. Fragmented images…frozen in time…alternate with howling echoes of disjointed bedlam. By the time the Traveler adjusts, the tumultuous flow has ceased and settled into a stable scene. It portrays a meadow on a warm summer’s day. A great old tree casts its imposing shadow amidst the meadow. Its knotted branches are gnarled and twisted, as to reveal age beyond imagining, and bears no distinguishing marks. As a matter of fact, aspects of most other tree forms can be seen marking its massive trunk and scarce foliage. Unlike most other trees, this tree is not a host of swarming life, an ecosystem teeming with various coexisting species. No sap runs through its veins and no parasites course through its bark. It seems as though the very soil the Tree stands on is dead itself. Even the air around the Tree seems colder and more acrid, rustling though its dry leaves and whispering immemorial secrets in long-forgotten tongues. The outer layers of its bark are rimmed with cracks and wrinkles that strangely remind of human faces. A monument of death itself, it does strangely disturb the wholesome harmony of the warm and sunny mid-afternoon.)

In a world polluted by corpses
Memories entombed in sand
Funeral garments in the closets
Nitrous is the land

Sculls are grinning by the pyres
Bleached bones exposed
No phoenix will arise from these ashes
Gates to the crypt are closed

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[Chorus:]
Burial ground
Silence brought the end

Cellular decomposition
Tears the fabric of the mind
Apathetic predisposition
Sores are festering inside

Electro-magnetic impulses
Leak into the soil
Pouring from a broken nerve
Sacrificial bleeding of the soul


Presence lurking in old cellars
Dead cold, hungry eyes
Just beyond the visible spectrum
Shadows hide the light

Rats are crawling in the sewers
Grotesque imagery
Of the collective subconsciousness
Hidden behind lock and key

Dry and barren is the surface
Of this proto-world that we create

Powered by the human essence
The sanctuary of the damned

[Solo: Dan]

Dry winds are screaming in the night
Alongside empty streets
Rattling broken window-panes
And carrying tumbleweeds

Emptiness devoid of life
Is coiling on the ground
Nothing will disturb the silence
When funeral bell’s the only sound

Fresh and raw is still the soil
From the funerals to come
Nothing will return to life
From this burial ground

Cast away the putrid souls
In this land of hidden sins
Close your eyes and pray for death
The end is closing in

Turn the key and lock the vault
Pretend they don’t exist
But this place will haunt your dreams
Like a malignant cyst

[Solo: Alex]

Drink up from this cup of poison
Forget your miserable life
Surrounded by illusions
Sedated by lies

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[Chorus]

Ignore this prison of your making
Until the day you die
Although you see the moldy graves
Each time you close your eyes

Burial ground…

2. Merciless Annihilation

(Somewhere in the distance is heard the sound of laughter. With sudden rustling, a child emerges on the meadow. Its countenance is that of the light joviality of youth as it seems to be engaged in some sort of game. Another rustling sends the child running, giggling happily while another child appears with the obvious intention of catching up to the first one. After running around the field for some time, the second child manages to catch up to the first one and they both come tumbling down on the grass. Suddenly the laughter seems to ring a hollow note and it dies out. The first child has turned around eyeing curiously the Great Tree in whose shadow they are sitting. Without any conscious realization the presence of the Tree sends shivers down his spine. With a mixture of apprehension and uneasiness both children get up and start inspecting the Tree from some distance. The smiles have gone away from their faces now and it’s as though their mirth has been stolen by the imposing cenotaph. Quietly they leave the scene.)

The odium thoughts, which mount inside
Dismay for annihilation
Surrounded by the fear and improbity

As the carnage begins
Scattering blood and flesh around
Soar the air with a rotting smell
And walking on a bleeding ground

Feel the pain and suffering mutual to all
Caught between the devious of this world
Rape your consciousness and molest your soul
Close the eyes as the infliction takes place in you
Obscene, so let go

Vexed, killing to arise

[Solo: Alex]

Perceive the vicious grip upon the perished ones
A sign of the end to their times

Darkness falls and blackens the place

Whisper with the breath of utter death
Tonight I will vanquish all
Lethal spells tear you apart
To your end…to your end
Seep into your destiny
The end to cure all
Intruded with your life
The improbity reaches its toll
The number of corpses pile
Emotionally enslaved
Burning the flesh away
With thee grief
To the never-ending fear

And so this world
Shall be exterminated
Bringing the end of all time
Taking all life away
From all the ones
That want to live
Away to hell
Merciless annihilation
Has been brought
To destroy this world
Using its vile ways

[Solo: Alex]

From evil source sheer power
Evil rules this soul supreme

Chaos sorcery…

3. Hellborne

(It now seems as though subtle changes are taking place in the landscape. It does not seem the season of summer anymore. But obviously autumn, thick coat of yellow leaves covering the ground. The sound in the distance continues but the voices now seem harsh and distorted, loosing their human aspect. The smell in the air has also become thick and pungent, like the stench of a funeral pyre. Grunts and tittering mixed with strange ululations fill the quickly darkening air. What used to sound like beautiful music, has turned into a grotesque piping that drones discordantly until it steals life form all the other sounds present to become a shrill crescendo.)

Dead eyes gazing into darkness
Swaying to the icy wind
We stand on the edge of the precipice
Awaiting for our turn

A long line of black specters
Moving in the murky gloom
Reaching for the jaws of the mad giant
Our new dawn will be coming soon

[Chorus:]
Hellborne
Dead will walk the earth

Observing the funeral procession
Upon his high and darkened throne
The angel of reincarnation
The master of the Nephilim

So soon we’ll join our earthly brothers
In their ethereal brave new world
We are longing for their pleasure
Of tasting their heavenly flesh

Shapes are shifting through the darkness
Of this cold world of ice and sand
Where twisted metal frames and skeletons
Pollute the rotten noxious ground

With dry lungs full of maggots we try to breathe
Through caked blood
Growling through our raspy, muddy voices
Still smelling of the grave
Eternal state of putrid vapors
Oblivion our predicament
Until infernal phosphorescence awoke us
And sent us heeding to its call

We move towards the edge in silence
Beneath the scorched and blackened sky
Beyond the eerie glow at the horizon
Together we will tear down the wall

A world of flesh, so fresh and meaty
Behold our promised land
We’ll clean our throats and fill our veins with blood
Out of entropy we will arise again

[Solos: Dan – Alex – Dan – Alex]

Like pilgrims on our holy journey
We lurk through waste and festering decay
Propelled by bloody lust toward the living
We’ll rip your limbs and take your soul away

So when you hear us knocking
On your front door late at night
Don’t keep your loved ones waiting
And don’t reach out for the light

[Chorus]

Hellborne…

4. Malediction

(Only the Tree still looks the same. Although after a careful look, it seems as though it emanates a sickly green light. The faces on its bark are writhing convulsively, open mouths gaping silently in agonized or gleeful expressions. Pieces of the landscape are drifting away, like ashes crumbling under the wind and flying away, revealing a texture of stygian darkness underneath.)

Annihilation
Stench of death is lingering
In this dark and empty world

Persecution
Fill your lungs with void and breathe the pain

Crimson rivers turning black with the tears of the unfaithful
Festering venom thawing your insides and burning your mind

Spontaneous combustion of the mind – branded with the sign of hell
Feel the stench of burning thoughts – trapped inside this holding cell
A piercing light in this world of the blind – searching for the ancient spell
Bumbling idiots shuffling in the ruins – in rotting misery they dwell

Spirits – of the past – I will return to be alive
Waiting – in the shades – take my hand and lift the shroud
Haunting – empty graveyard vaults – hear the voices of the dead
Follow me – in spectral darkness – descend the stairs into the crypt

Darkened visions of pain…of pain…

Damnation…total cremation…

Horns of damnation are summoning us to the battlefield
Trampling the weak under our feet
Fragments of bones and corpses full of maggots rotting there
Filling the air with poison smell

Fetid presence of mental decay is in the air
As funeral pyres are burning bright
Breathe the poison and corrosion with your rotten lungs
As gods are falling from the skies

Cursed into existence – in this world of shit
Human remains – beneath our feet

Malediction – a self-fulfilling prophecy
Malediction – the rotten fruit of society

Summoned from deep slumber – in this eternal hell
Dreams of falling angels – still vivid in your mind

Malediction – the curse of an endless agony
Malediction – dark ritual of ecstasy

Silence fills the emptiness inside
Seeping every ripping thought
From deep inside your mind
Bloody hooks of self-deceit

Liquid darkness from beyond
Madness tearing at your soul
Writhing tentacles of blackened spheres
Nauseating presence fills the air

Hear the screaming of the gods
Final throes of agony unleashed
Pantheons of souls dethroned
In oblivion they will exist

Dark empty rooms, devoid of life
A godly presence, still lingering in the air
Dwell the halls of the forgotten
Dethroned by mankind and fallen to the ground

Fallen to the ground…to the ground…

[Solo: Alex]

Moldy statues guard the gates
Of a palace with so many names
As the decadence of this world below
Brought it to its solitary desolation

Solitary desolation…

[Solo: Dan]

Enter the burial chamber
Ashes blowing in the wind
Burnt wings of fallen angels
Feathers scattered on the ground
The air is on fire with burning corpses
Scattering among the cinders
…and ashes of a world long-dead

Seas rise engulfing the land in their watery grave
The bark of the tree of life is black and burned

Damnation…total cremation…

5. Halls Of Judgement

(Bleak and distorted, the vision slowly starts collapsing on itself. The Tree remaining the longest, before corroding and dissipating into nothingness.)

Bludgeoning screams
Of infected spirits
Searching for meaning
They make their way through the black

Corrupted intellect
Of tormented spirits
Twists the time and space
That governs this barren land

Rotting away
To nothingness
Only emptiness therein

Crawling
The maggots
Under your skin

Dark shapes are looming
Behind a funeral veil
Beyond the halls of Hypnos
Oblivion prevails

[Solo: Dan]

In the Halls of Judgment you were born
Feeding in the wastelands of this world forlorn

[Solo: Alex]

Stripped of the flesh
In angst-ridden swoon
Seas of molten chaos
The cycle will resume

Enter the cold room of death
An empty crevice in the depths
Step up to the edge of the abyss
Belching a sulphurous welcome home
Halls of Judgment
Burn my eyes
Halls of Judgment
Watch me bleed

Awaken from deep slumber
To find the path beyond the portals of the dead
You have slept for too long
The world has ended swiftly…

…or has it never been created?

No warmth…no womb…
No substance…no flesh…
Spirits infested with disease
No pain…no life…
No matter…no meaning…no end…

Fetid…rapture…corrosion…decay…

Feel the burning angels scream in pain
Fire…inferno…the world is burning
Endless transmigration sought in vain

Fetid…rapture…corrosion…decay…
Choking on your blood
Dying…slowly…endless…agony…
Festering writhe in darkness

May the flesh do thy bidding
Soulless Ones!

6. Coils Of Entropy

(In reality the meadow, never existed. It was just a conjured image of a failing mind.

This vision was a spectral manifestation of the collective residual memories of a world long dead, invoked by the final throes of its sentient existence. It’s a vision of the end…of everything…)

A scene from a memory
Veiled in darkness
A cold, dead face staring at me
Dead eyes, no features – in agony it screams

Suffering in the crimson halls of eternity
Carved with thousands of faces – lost souls put to stone

A pale shade of existence
In a world where all is dust
From immemorial times
A negative of life

Bleak landscapes under the pouring rain
Silence fills the cracks in walls
Disturbed only by the absence of color
Illimitable gulfs of space swirling
Beyond the portals of this world

Let the flesh burn, sear the skin
Become that cosmic void that only manifests within
The curtains fall apart, ashes on the stage
The act concludes in silence

Stirring in the void…echoes stirring in the void

Broken seats and stench of death
In this deserted monolith of the absurd

A temple of knowledge, a forgotten place
Devoid of space and time

Only broken furniture reminds
Of life that once was born
Out of the chaos of the abyss
To which, in it the end returned

Come take a walk on this spectral street
Where lights are always dim
But don’t you stray into darkness
Where only shadows grin

Take a journey in this empty world
Where only shapeless forms dwell
Behind the velvet of the shroud
Of this pale eternal hell
But don’t you leave the light

There are things awaiting in the night
Beyond the fluorescent glow of the neon light
Cold interstellar winds roar
As distant nebulas flicker menacingly
Beyond this empty sphere

Coils of entropy…

[Solos: Alex – Dan]

Rats scurry in the alleys, gnawing at old bones
Red beady eyes full of hunger, wisdom, sadness

[Solo: Alex]

A skeleton lies twisted in the gutter
Empty sockets staring at the sky
Accusingly, with shame
(Take a walk through this living paradox, where only the dead accuse. Suspended animation reigns over the land…a still life devoid of hope of death.)

Come visit this hollow empty shell
Where it always rains
It’s been a while since the thunder spoke
Yet no death by water shall disturb this solitude

Only the shuffling in the walls remains
Take a trip down this lane of the forgotten
There is no life
…ONLY RATS!…

ONLY RATS!…

(The Traveler carefully starts absorbing the images.)







NEPHELIUM LYRICS