SCYTHIAN LYRICS

1. Beyond The Dust

[Solo: von Moller]

Effluent fumes infiltrate perception
Blinded eyes with flickered reception
An incessant haze of mass decay
Abandoned is the fray
Devouring souls and convictions alike
Stripped of honour and our ancient pride
Soon lost: the foremost divination
In Original sin - a fanatic's citation!

Somnambulism reigns
Regression is now complete
Civilisation crumbles
Equal are leper and priest

Prophecies of deliverance - Logic to the mad
The dust; It feasts upon their judgment
Ambassadors of pertinence beckon to the frail
Descent into the quarters of the damned
Those condemned unto the dust
Those condemned by the dust…

And yet we call upon tomorrow
To rise beyond the dust…
The dust!

Imposters infiltrate our ranks
Obscured by the consequence of fate
An inexorable force upon the psyche
As the borders between sentience and death…
blur… fade… vanish… die!

In genocide and sorrow…
To ascend beyond the dust…
The dust!

[Solo: von Moller]

In our final hour, acolytes of death
The dust our master... master's wrath divine

[Solo: von Moller]

With dying infant in hand and laboured breath
Forgotten is the wisdom of our time…

[Solo: Iron]

2. Hubris In Excelsis

The ruling filth comes crashing down
Perpetual vengeance in false wisdom found

Hubris: Nemesis
In the throes of power lust
Hubris: Nemesis
Into the depths of Hades thrust

Upon the grave of a Demigod
who dared beyond his boundaries fare
Divine tragedy
Tears of gods begot
Yet the death of billions at once forgot

His chariot in flames
Son of Gods deceased
A continent in ash shall witness his fall

[Solo: von Moller]

3. Apocalyptic Visions

A rising sun illumes our endemic ruin
Unravelled suspicions
Apocalyptic Visions

A mounting horde appeals against the naked milieu
Truth’s bitter pill
Clad in power... ourselves we shall kill

Submerged in the darkness
Cursed by Helios

Collapsing skies
Tales of cause and consequence
Obsolete ammunitions now rust past recognition
A drowning sun blows out the Terran candle dead
No final petitions, just… Apocalyptic Visions

[Solo: von Moller]

Blame spreads akin wildfire
Shifting riots within our ranks
Turns brother into liar
Paranoia cooks

Artillery replaces faithful words
Deceitful traitors
Betrayers from birth
Bitter be your end!
[Solo: Iron]

[Solo: von Moller]

A rising sun unveils the darkness of this earth
Outdated premonitions
Only a sightless dying age

4. As Tyrants Feast

Clinging to the scriptures
Bestowed divine authority
The earth in flames beneath thy feet
With the ashes of their sin replete
Their feeble minds too weak to grasp
Their fading souls at final gasp
In tragedy fury is born
Dethrone the seed of hope forlorn

In hope forlorn… come the children of celestial scorn!

Release us from our spurious bond
Deliver us to a life beyond
An end to this immortal sanctum
Awaken us from delirium

As tyrants feast... at the world's crest
All hail to us! The cross oppressed

They falter, they succumb; into dominance they fall
An unconquerable hurdle under which no man can crawl
No quarter will be given and no mercy shall be sought
For an age devoid of empathy a new reality has been wrought

We'll suffer no resistance
From the dregs of human existence
Adorn them, gift them with chains
As slaves they were born - they remain!

They falter, they succumb; under butchery they fall
An unconquerable fervour in the justice of the maul
No quarter will be given and no mercy shall be sought
For an age devoid of empathy, a new reality has been wrought

[Solo: von Moller]

Destroy the past to dominate the future
Restore the Gods to satisfy the weak
A cautionary truth for an apocryphal order
A paradox repeats in the saga of imperishable slaughter

5. Penultimate Truth – Ultimate Deceit

Mankind in concrete buried
Enslavement underground
For centuries forgotten
Mechanization-bound

Terra's surface healed
The war’s expired past
Resurrected, thriving fields
The fruit of greed aghast

The penultimate truth… A lie!

Despotic victors reign supreme
To keep synthetic dreams… alive
A murderous regime to guarantee
Ersatz equality for all... to survive

[Solo: von Moller]

Subterrestrial masses fed by demagogues above
With tales of deadly gases
Nothing left of the world beloved
Isolated lands, forsaken cities
In the gaze of palaces and covetous committees

Now rise, now rise! Let the sun blind your eyes
Escape from your caskets and cells
Gamble your lives, unveil their crooked disguise
Revolt! Arise! Arise!

Bring us the heads of their prophets
Serve us their spirits in tatters

The ultimate deceit
Their banishment complete
To vengeance and to terror
The price of human error

Bring us the heads of their prophets
Settle our debts with their blood

6. The Laws...

[Excerpt from ‘Dinosauria, We’ by Charles Bukowski recited by S. Vrath]

Serpents of the Gods call upon your hypocrites
Pray to the fates and the master of the odds
Cry out in ruinous shouts; your end is near!

From your defecated thrones we have feasted on your bones
To mark your pitiful end
Oh lords of mockery, clamour and shout!

Master of the Odds,
Your long unquestioned authority fades to obscurity
Your servants led to the flame, your name is ground to the dust!

We hold the spear of destiny
Cursed with the thirst of a never-ending deicidal lust
We hunger for your sacrificial blood!

Your ruinous corpses draped in red
You speak your names to the keeper of the dead
O spirits of murder, vengeance, agony
Howl out in glorious victory... and scream these words aloud!

The laws of Gods and men are nothing...
We are the lions of the east!
The sons of blasphemy around us...
Your hated relics at our feet

[Solo: Iron]
[Solo: von Moller]

Heed us, kings and high pretenders
This song written in your name
Forgotten are your teachings
Ashen are your houses
Unrivalled is your shame

Die! Serpents of the Gods
Die! Master of the odds
Die! Your time is over – your end is near

7. Three Stigmata

[Solo: Iron]

Parasite blood consumes
last hectares of fertile land
History halts to a standstill
Its tides dead as death itself

Elders perish, offspring falters
Bloodlines break in thousands
Forgotten victims of an unclaimed, nameless epoch
The longest wait endures

Religions die, preaching wanes
No solutions the scriptures hold
Few yet fly banners of yore
Herald a vision they never saw
And never witnessed

Architects of metropolis past
Of lethal reactors fuelled by death
Sacrifice shaped into fortunes of the few
Until the engine blew

Pyres of stillborn ancestry warm the night
The longest wait outlives us all!

The reek of hypocrisy hangs heavy in the air
Its venom invades our lungs
Such welcome cleansing essence; it purifies our souls
In its wisdom it teaches us

Venture not to challenge the state of affairs
There’s nothing left to salvage out there
Just fire, death, and ash
With prayers fill thy being
Extinction eclipsed

[Solo: Iron]

Now go forth; shine my scion
Deformed, oblivious child
Inherit the world for your possession
Our bane is now thine

Reanimate this bleak façade
Spoiled with defunct gears
May this closing act of man be worthy of Remembrance!

8. War Graves (Dulce Et Decorum Est...)

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.

Gas! Gas! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime...
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.

9. Dystopia

[Solo: von Moller]

Blazing, spiralling smoke
Turrets pierce the sky
Into naught they were dissolved
Beyond the needle’s eye
Falling remnants cut the earth
A mocking farewell
Choking grip of circumstance
None to sound the brazen knell

Hurled thus into the void
The foulest order of man
Those prospered few by cosmic justice
Stripped of this authority
How do we proceed?

Now climb through the scorching mist
False truths in dying embers lie
Their histories, their travesties
Leave no page unburned!

A globing sphere
Unique, now free of purpose
Gazes drop in loss as their exodus fails
Castaways with no redeemers
Captives of this toxic rock
To extinction by its masters condemned... was our flock

Transform we shall this hell
In their image it was wrought
From depths of doom to greater days
Terra shall be brought
We acclaim their curtain call
And applaud this timely leave
Inheritors are we!

[Solo: Vrath]

From their desertion reborn is our spirit
Freed of phantom chains
Slain lies Mammon at Mercury’s flank
Their poison tongues are cut
The words are ground to dust

Samarithropia! Our nouveau utopia
In screaming terror shine in this new-born dystopia

Great usurper! Salute the slaves!
False truths in flames they dance
Our histories, our travesties
Leave no word unwritten…

[Solo: Iron]







SCYTHIAN LYRICS