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Promo '03 tracks

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1. MOON OF PAIN

Winter darkness creeps
Covers the surroundings
In a cloak of snow
Hiding all the withered

Knee-deep in the forest
The wooden home of anger
Breathing the once fresh air
Now stinking foul

My heart is aching
Reminder of the times
Moon of pain rises
Over the landscape

I wander deeper and deeper
Into the mighty forest
Still searching for it
The balance of man and nature




2. DISEASE OF THE EARTH

Until death takes me
Have I little hope
I dwell
In desperate dreams

The anxiety of life
Growing by the day
Unbearable burden
A solemn sigh of pain

Bleeding
As I wish to enter
The realm of eternal sleep
Beyond time and thought

The drops
Graciously joining in streams
The tyranny of life
Overrun and overtaken

This sadness of the earth
Loathed by itself
Terminal solution
To rise nevermore

Disease of the earth

Until death takes me
Have I little hope
I dwell
In desperate dreams




3. THUNDERGROVE

Hanging from the boughs
The beard of the trees
Moss living on rind and bark
Withered leaves and wood decay

The stones stand in circle
In the heart of a giant stub
A petrified pagan altar
To the gods of today and past

Edible and poisonous mushrooms
In this damp forest shadow
The home of the forest king
Rotten trees and fungus

The throne of wisdom
Untouched by a treacherous soul
The heathen sanctuary
Clandestine - Thundergrove




4. CLEANSING EMBRACE

Sitting by the table
Made of mahogany
Staring at the light
Poured by the candle

The roof is being tapped
By the thickest rain
The window stained with mist
From my breathing

Thoughts weights heavy
With my emotions
Misanthropic wisdom
The joy in depression

Departure...
I rise to the deck
Embracing the veil
Of the cleansing rain




5. MISANTHROPIC REJECTION

Of your pleasant thoughts
None speak to me
Of their loving ways
I construct my hatred

Solidarity of lambs
Worthless inferiority
Crushed for eternity
By the will & the fist of the chosen ones

I rejoice
As humanity fails
My greatest pleasure
To witness inhuman agony

Inhuman agony




6. DEADFOG

The fog crawls from the swamp
Smell of stagnant water
Souls of once drowned warriors
Awful shapes left of men

Penetrate through all
Nothing untouched
Their will of hatred
No soul unscarred...

At night beware them
The fog of the dead
Wishing nothing good
Cunning and treacherous

Faces of brothers
Long dead relatives
As much as the fog is familiar
It offers only death

Penetrate through all
Nothing untouched
Their will of hatred
No soul unscarred...