NOCTEM LYRICS

1. Popol Vuh

[Instrumental]

2. The Arrival Of The False Gods

"There would never be found enough words to alleviate the misery that Cortes took to Mesoamerican lands. We’ll never perform enough acts to redeem Spanish barbarism at the gates of the kingdom of Yucatan. Not even each and every drop of blood from Fray Diego de Landa will return the descendants of Yucatan the codices and memories he ordered to burn..."

Axe, can you feel the flavour of glory?
The impious constellations rise up with me.
I'm on the real way to destroy the life.
I’m the sovereign of all things.
Decrepit vision of a dirty god,
slave, the whip will never leave your back.

A million souls in sorrow, your suffering are deserved.
Angel without wings, show me the face of your god.

Storm in my head, nature burns.

A million souls in sorrow, your suffering are deserved.
Angel without wings, tell me the name of your god.

Algol with his glow illuminates my way to madness.

Daring servant of double moral,
unpleasant preacher's sermon.
Sinner embrace the divine impurity,
larvae mass Mountains.

The unbearable true,
death is the freedom,
purity withers on your hands.

Forgotten exploits of the Messiah.
Sacrilegious speakers of an abhorrent god.
Turned into flames,
Fire tongues are throwing silent prayers.

The blood of the forgotten Christ,
carrions of a new world torn out from the bowels of the earth.

Angel without wings, the purity withers on your hands.

3. Universal Disorder

“Between constellations I await, hidden in an immeasurable iridescence, beyond human understanding observing the continuous twirls of the life wheel. A new cycle begins, ending the one ongoing.”

Knelt down under the black veil of night,
Watching the eyes of an enraged sky.

Wrapped around the twisted trees,
The darkness of the marsh reflected his sheen.
To observe the eternal stars he was falling through the sun.
Fleeting fragments illuminate the human journey.

The glow of his decadence, the brightness of his purity.
Once again the infinite chaos is raised above all else.

Sacred Q'uk'umatz, awake from your sleep, spread your divine wings.

The stars rise up above all the infinite,
Until the spheres have turned twenty-six thousand years,
to line up the axis of the heavens and the past will come to you.

4. The Abnegation And Brutality

“And there I found him. I could see him, immaculate, sitting, watching me. And I could feel his being, and I could feel his presence. We were face to face, his eyes looked into mine. It was a cold stare, challenging ... and only a gesture made me realize that not all human lives were worth the same.”

Only aspire to the beauty while you rot inside.
You observe me like a whore, with desire and dirty repugnance.
But you drink of me to satiate yourself.
You’ve crossed the threshold, you’re victim of your desires,
glorified among the mediocrity, indoctrinated by prosaic beings.

“The screams will never hold back the relentless fall of the blade.”

Possess the control of cities of bronze and stone.
The masses are controlled under the hands of terror.
Vanal crowd, writhing in pain,
between screams acclaiming for a semi god,
stupid scions aligned before a fickle messiah.

Unattainable, on the granite steps,
Sat in your throne,
you will soar over all things,
those beyond good and evil,
deciding the fate of the human life.

The blood shedding of your victims will never be in vain, with it you illuminate your path to eternity.

5. Invictvs

"I felt victorious today, I felt undefeated. Among hazy memories, embraced to the dimension of the dream, I lived an extracorporeal trip which introduced me to thousands of millions of lives. This eternal journey took me along the lines of space and time, which my mind uninhibited performed in a few minutes. There was only one being that I felt and could not find on my journey just like Friedrich Nietzsche said "God is dead or perhaps never existed"

On the loins of the fever’s deliriums
I crossed the hells of opium.
Without my eyes I can see beyond all the stars.
I’m the writer of the Emerald Table,
Pythia at the Delphic Oracle,
I’m a Babylon whore.

I see the ancient races, the immigrants of Atlantis and Lemuria, the billions of lives that have preceded me.

I'm an Isis priest, a slave in Egypt,
Tarpeya crushed, pupil of Socrates;
I parade with the imperial legions,
the Aeneas descendant.

I take a billion forms, I know all the lives,
I feel the entire universe’s knowledge,
but where does the divine grace hide?
Where are the wasted prayers thrown into despair?

I exist in all beings and all beings exist in me,
I feel myself in communion with the earth,
but god isn't in me.

6. Sons Of Hun-Vucub

Emaciated creatures, animals of the night
that move and look like us.
Abominable orators on the abyss gates,
with a semi human degraded being.

Hails to the sons of Hun-Vucub born between worms and grime.

Immaculate traveller from the far stars,
enjoying the misery of men.
His soul is as empty and dark as the night sky.
Up to the eternity you’ll roam.
I am empty inside, but I carry the hate in the blood.

Hails to the sons of Hun-Vucub born between worms and grime.

Inhabitants of a larval life that are nourished from death.
Meanness offer,
source of infinite might,
carry me with you transforming my human soul.

Bless me father of the ancients, beheader of gods.

Take me; consume me in your frantic disease.
Ablaze my flesh, I burn plethorically,
Bless me once again beheader of gods.

7. Seeking The Ruin Of Souls

"Damned in the victory and condemned in the memory. It’s the story of us, the white bearded men, we find the new land for the sole purpose of carrying our misfortune and expand our brutality. "

Damned under the rays of the waning moon,
he’s buried in a blackened sky.
The mad will open the ways that afterwards the wise will cross.
There is no redemption in your homicidal lineage
tuck up your shame and despair.

No other sound than screams,
No other smell than death.

Unleashing death and destruction over his mangled souls.

Corrupted by greed,
blinded by your avarice,
he hides behind the hands of an inert god.

Unleashing death and destruction over his mangled souls.

Proud of your heritage? A legacy of death.

8. Unredemption

“Master of my thoughts, slave of my words… I am.”

The world was plunged in old age.
The sky became pale and the stupidity reigned over intelligence.
It dim and fade in a tormented life.
The whisper of the winds blow poisoned,
the green fields become gray,
the putrid waters remain in their absolute darkness.

Mangled and Infected.

Beyond human understanding,
in the eternities to come.
My soul is above the celestial laws,
I’ll never need to kneel down to a cynical god.

Shrouded in the darkness to escape a degrading and permanent enslavement
my body breaks down due to its physical decadence,
but my wild spirit will be free for the eternity.

Beyond human understanding,
in the eternities to come.
My soul is above the celestial laws,
I’ll never need to kneel down to a cynical god.

Shrouded in the darkness to escape a degrading and permanent enslavement
my body breaks down due to its physical decadence,
but my wild spirit will be free for the eternity.

9. Q'uma'rka'aa'j

[Instrumental]

10. A Borning Winged Snake

“Governed by the wheel of life, where years go by like ephemeral seconds in a spiral that connects life with death.  What would happen if, by whim of the universe, death and life are based on a hypothetical temporal paradox  where life and death are merged together with millions of universal stimuli where just for once, the moment of life and death would lead to the same being...?”

Dormant in his golden throne,
awaits me dreaming on the beyond.
Walking on the wind, orders to the stars.
Prevails over the light, lives on the flame.

Even the divine will succumb to the desire.
Thousands of gods like slaves incline for you.
You’re being adored by ephemeral human lives.

Feathered snake, life and death emanate from you.
Millions of servants in the whole world,
magnificence of a true god.
Wrapped by funeral shade,
crowned with the pestilence of the divine death.

Dominant and proud, his death essence ends up prevailing.
You, who dwells forever and since the first dawn.

Feathered snake, life and death emanate from you.
Millions of servants in the whole world,
magnificence of a true god.
Wrapped by funeral shade,
crowned with the pestilence of the divine death.

11. Oblivion

"From first to last they will all disappear. The cycle will end and a new one will start, in the memories of men they won’t be found and in those in which they are time will erase them, because ancient civilizations and religions, together traverse the path of oblivion. "

I’m burning.
I´m the ashes of my decay,
from the deep of my ruins.
sinners addicted to the forgiveness of a malicious saint.
Puppets of reduced will.
Handled at the whim of the master.
Rewarded with the oblivion gift.
Adepts to the infantile lasciviousness.
You sink between lethargic minds.

They Humbly pray into despair,
fade away in an ephemeral sigh of life.
My last will… Dethroning the corpse of Yahweh.

12. Cycles Of Tyranny

Atéa angry you wake up,
walking once again over the heads of men.
The arrogant Ilion burns under your immaculate feet.
Sacred mother dress me in blood,
honor me with your putrid breath.

Unworthy of the wise men who trust in your virtuous speech.
The Sun was rising just like the stars.

The sacred image of the goddess of filth,
bless me once again with all your sins.
Sacmis enthroned over thorns,
your being adopts ten thousand forms.
Hailed as a demigod, embodied in filth,
felt the beauty of the brutality?
gospel of injustice, unleashed anger,
addicts to the lament in a parasitic life.







NOCTEM LYRICS