QUADRIVIUM LYRICS

1. A Sophic Fire

I, the ancient philosopher
Has laid his hands on your shoulders
I welcome you, the tired and misunderstood
Release yourself from this hell that is all your own

Fear not fire or brimstone
Fear idle hands and minds
Fear not phantoms or wraiths
Fear the plains that shine

Mirrors your heart

End this harping of the same old chords
Torment awaits for those who linger in the past
Reverence is the virtue of the damned

End this journey in his field
His permeating cold field
Lift the mist from of your minds
Surrender to the domain of the soul

End your existence in this realm
Cease to be the object of ridicule

I, the ancient philosopher
Has laid his hands on your shoulders
I welcome you, the tired and misunderstood
Release yourself from this hell that is all your own

2. Works Of Glory

Roam in the domains sublime
Explore the mysteries of conception
Gaze upon the mesmerizing hollow
Absurd as anything you ever saw

Smell the organic, divine vapours
Like euphoria it feels
Taste the stream of forces

Touch the walls of higher dimensions
Like glass it rings

Listen to its eerie harmonies
Like sirens it sound

Watch the flow of time
Like water it flows
Feel your ties to the elements
Like an entity divine

Leave this self-imposed abattoir
Free from torment and derision
Be held in acclaim
Like water it purges

Hear my call to you
Cast away your twisted chains
Soar on your phoenix wings
Take my outstretched hand

3. Svartamaal

Der skimtar eg landet
Der ute ular vinden
Dit kjem ingen for aa kvila
Der ber den doemde si siste boenn

Snart kjem han ned fraa fjellet
Blod frys I skrekk paa frostklar natt
Alltid ute av syne, men soev gjer han aldri
Mot han som ikkje kastar skugge dug ikkje staal

Ristas blodoern skal han
Som fer med loegn
Steinast skal han
Som flyktar mot fjell

Flaaast skal han
Som freistar mot lys
Fortaerast av eld
Skal han som fer med svik

Han kjem kledd I svart

4. Haust

5. Principal Cognizance

Does he guide the ones that are astray
Does he offer peace for those who pray

Does he walk with those in the shade
Does he tend to the light that now shall fade

Does he walk with those in the shade

I, the itinerant mentor
Offer guidance and relief
For you who meander through
This labyrinth that is life

I, the glow of the sun
Hurls the vapor away
The mist that makes
The night even darker

His shade that makes you all shiver
The freezing cold of his stare

For you who knew nothing but fear
There is nothing for you in here

On this cold northern winter night
On the winter plains so white
You reach out with your frostbit hands
Feel your mind transcend

Out of this world

I, the voice in the winds
Hear me roar through the woods

I, the storm that crush the giants
The storm that leave the small standing

6. Nordover

Einsam og forlatt ligg eg
Og hoeyrer vinden kviskre om krigaraand
Meir og meir driv mitt sinn mot nord
For vinden farar aldri med loegn

Me skal ikkje la oss blende
Inn I skogen naar ikkje lyset
Me skal ikkje la oss blende
Mot vinden fraa nord ma sjoel lyset vike

Mot nor og kulda vendar me oss
Berre der kan me finna fred
I ei verd der skaparen driv med haan
Er kulda din ven

Til den evige me overgjer oss
Her endar ei oerkeslaus vandring
Til jord kjem me aldri attende
Me skal vakna ein betre stad

7. Into The Void

Stare into the white eyes
Thrust yourself into the field
Permeate through space and time
Tear the almighty strings

Welcome to the endless void
An existence defined not by pain
Symmetric in all its shades of grey
Ruled by the sovereign ghost

The soul he bestowed upon you
Adhered into a single abstract
Of the hate you all nurtured inside
Merely a faint memory now

You are all but ancient beings now
The storm has settled now

Feel no obligation to be concerned
Fear not what has become of home
The syntrophism between mankind
And the old man is severed now

Contemplate while you fade away
Did he act like a redeemer

Lost in the endless void

8. Is

Frostvinden siv inn I marg og bein
Maanen haanar meg med sitt kalde blikk
Med ei sjel lyst I bann
Tek eg plass med drei doemde

Enn om eg har vandra pa utroedd sti
Enn om eg driv I nordavindens vold
Enn om eg har kryssa iskaldt hav
Vandrar eg framleis mot moerkets domene

9. Ettertid

QUADRIVIUM LYRICS