ROSSOMAHAAR LYRICS

1. Multilayered Chaos (A Divinity For The Worthless)

Miserable shades of miserable shapes
Dethroned kings of nonexistent reigns
Desperate mothers of desperate suns
The so-called elite of the horde of worms

This world seems so strange to me
These creatures... would they ever rise again?
This universe seems to pale to me
These souls... would they ever find peace again?

A deity, egocentric, a deity, worthless
Open your eyes and take a look at this non-entity!
A deity, megalomaniac, a deity, ruined
You seem to worship it... or am I wrong?

Bloodsoaked deliverance of condemned creation
Warm embrace of coldblooded universe
Million, billion, zillion of crimson-like planets
Perverted minds of perverted souls

The aftermath of betrayal
The morning after
The battle never lost, the battle never won
A divinity for the worthless

2. Crescent Moon (The Final Celebration)

In the vault of our fears we never wished to reveal,
In the kingdoms of our dreams we always craved to re-conceal...
We travel off the routes, off the common paths,
Begging to bring back our darkness, to bring back your sun...

The road goes further on the sulphurous domain
... Them, hunting in the night, we watch and join this precious quest...
We celebrate the moon with feasting upon our graves
The time approaches and the starlit skies grant us their holy burden...

In this neverending hunt for blood, the sweetest nectar of our youth
We rape and violate to reach self-perfection in an unimaginable ecstasy...
Tranquil and soothing is our withering disgrace
Trembling and momentous in it's misty, precious haze...

The death arrives at last, this is the final hour
The lunar spirits fade away getting back the faceless dawn
We reach the peak in our passionate endeavor
And remain silent swirled in approaching storm of flesh...

Crowned ourselves the kings of blasphemy
Climbed upon the highest of the thrones...
Devouring true wonders of this universe,
We are the bastard sons of ages...

3. Praising The Departure Of Spiritual Strength

Welcome to my dearest gallery,
The exhibition of my doubts...
Come inside and rejoice with my philosophy,
Enjoy my faded images of grief...

Welcome to my sweet and scarlet world,
Where wretched conquerors cringe by my feet...
Loathsome often are the human ways,
Since one never knows what awaits him
Behind that dark and twisted corner...

Pariah for some - idol for the masses
What will be my human end,
Either worthless one, among the visionary ruins,
Or immortality, among the minds of men...?

I keep on following my own way,
Fighting - and feasting upon their condemned souls
Yet one more resistance has been overcome, so to say
This is my path, this is my world, these are my fouls
(... foul-fiends, the dearest ones...)

Yet again you're welcomed in my lair
Yet again you're invited to meet earth's most wanted scum...
Yet again you cross my path and lose your own
Yet again you give birth to indifferent perception...

Praise the loss of strength, run away in fear
Is this what you've spent your life for?
Praise the lack of energy, humiliate and sear
Is this what you've dreamt those nights of?
Hail yourself, for you're the newborn anchorite
Is this what you think the life should be alike?

My gallery grows day by day,
Even though I never knew the difference
Between day and night, for I was born
Blind into this world...

4. The Spectral Prophecy

[Narration:]
�The Old Ones were, the Old Ones are and the Old Ones shall be
From the dark stars They came before man was born,
Unseen and loathsome They descended to primal earth...� *

Among the underwater gardens filled with grief
Beyond the astral landscapes so dark and sorrowful
Where no vital creature may abode and live
A ghastly shadow rises from the deepest caverns
Of once forgotten R'lyeh...

[Narration:]
�Wantonly the Old Ones trod the ways of darkness
And Their blasphemies were great upon the Earth
All creation bowed beneath Their might
And knew Them for Their wickedness...� *

Cloaked in the fiery sombre mists,
The Cthulhu's essense sweeps along the dying Tellus,
No man's eye can see His visual form and rejoice of further living...
Floating through the pale abyssic eclipse,
Through forbidden formulas He summons the Darkest One...

... FINALLY THE SEAL HAS BEEN BROKEN,
CHAOS IS HERE AT LAST...!

[Narration:]
�After day cometh night; man's day shall pass,
And They shall rule where They once ruled
As foulness you shall know Them
And Their accursedness shall stain the Earth...� *

5. The Moon, The Sun, The Stars

Deep inside the woods, whose sight's embraced with
Wintry fluid
The wolves come forth the sacred fire, whose flame's enshrouded in
My deep passion and anxiety

Memories of pride, memories of hunger
The lust forsaken, the hate bereft
Bitterness and strength, they all come into one
One and only, those far behind I've left

Praise the somberness of outer worlds,
Raise your hell and grant me your bereavement
The luminary gods dwelling in my reveries,
Buried in the infinite concealment

The sun of the sleepless, the one we bark upon at night...
The dawn brings it's regular disease,
Granting us it's incinerating warmness
Dearest phantoms of the night, they're finally released...

Whom dost shine this magic light upon?
The ghastly theatre of nature, is it thee?
Whom dost mortify this scintillation among the cosmic lawns?
The answers hidden within the very depths of me...

Those crystal lakes of an alien origin
What will they spawn and how will they act...
Entangled in barbed wire is the divine pigeon
What kind of peace will these long-dead spheres bring...

Mythical source of an ancient knowledge
A fountain of repulsion, truthfully the one I've longed for
The legions march across my motherland
The one deep beneath the surface of the earth

In the night, in deepest solitude my spirit is reborn
To fly high above the woods and explore the caverns of the
Underwater lands, reigned by a supreme king with horns
Will I worship him or cease...?

Cease into the space, rise above the mental reign
Afraid the natural and listen to what the looking glass will say...
Unite with my spirit lovers, for the gates are open
And the circle is now complete...

6. Imperium Tenebrarum

Hollow voices surround the space around the cromlech
In evil tongues they speak, grim are their aims
The storm rages near, ruthless in it's anger
The prophecy once spoken now should be fulfilled...

The altar of invocation awaits it's victim
Whispering once forgotten prayers, forbidden and concealed
Abyssic spirits haunt the hellish winds among the solitary virtue
The last chronicle is finally revealed...

Through vast enchanting woods I stray in pride
Lamentation of pure bestiality,
Emptiness, my beloved and scarlet bride
Bleeding, starving - among symbolic immortality...

Child of sunset, descendant of lunar tribes
Darkness was upon the mystic birth of my funeral
Cold and senseless grave became my shining bed
As I began my quest towards twilight, the ever-first and primeval...

Anxious visions, danse macabre of universal mind
Woe to you, dwellers of this once so peaceful planet!
The blackened shadows grow longer and longer, night by night,
As the ensemble of pre-apocalyptic silence...

Time has stopped and the sunlight ceased
Awakened is the lord with horns, mighty messenger of darkness
For the Dark Reign comes forth the Tellus...
Descending through the space, riding the icewinds
Grotesque demon army, enormous in it's number
Has come to conquer and enslave,
To burn the sinistrous wastelands out of earth
And await the fall of their gods...

7. ...Of Shadowy Exaltation (When Night Blackens With Storm)

Flagellating your pale cold skin,
I desire for more
Beholding those deep bleeding wounds
I wish I could return you back to life
To start my feast all over again...

Whip bleeds my own skin now fiercefully
I expect the pain, although it passes away
Leaving me in utter bitterness
I await the night, when I may spread my wings
And reach the skies far above the wooden pantheon...
I await the night and the storm it brings
To conquer these lands of pride and joy
To blacken their souls and deprave their minds...

I'm true and faithful servant of those
Who came here long before the earth was born
I'm their messanger and archangel
Condemned to dwell behind these burning gates
Of sullen silent spheres...

I know not if I'm a vital being
But it should be so, since I scent the honied blood of females...
I lick them, rape them, slaughter them...
Wretched pathetic humans...
I make them weep, make them shriek and ask forgiveness...
Seeking delight in pain and suffering, oh so sweet...

[Whisper:]
When sun sets beyond the snowy mountains
And wolves howl at the fullmoon
Crescent skies tumble into glowing shade of agony,
So bizarre...

The shadowy inmaterial spectres invite me
To join their exalted hellish dance
The night blackens with storm, breed by Ancient Ones
And I lust for their return more than ever before...







ROSSOMAHAAR LYRICS