ENTHRAL - Prophecies Of The Dying

Salig Er Den Som Lir

Salig skal han vere han som lir... 
Som ei er kledt i det bleike Ijos av dag 
Salig skal han vere han som tyrster 
i hug etter visdom 
Med mektig song skal me hylle hass minne... 

Taarer fraa Den Skuldlause dei fall ned paa 
den kolde og nakne jord 
Og der saman med dei er han dømd til aa vandre 
Lik eit vitnesbyrd om Deira skam... 

Eg let mitt andlet vaskast av mine bitre taarer 
for dei var eg ikkje meir enn ei byrd 
inntil slutten (som eg no staar kledt i) 

Me er odden paa hass sverd 
som stikk saa djupt i kjot 
Me er styrken i hass slag som knuser veike skallar 

Me er smerten Dei kan kjenne 
medan Dei fell inn i det djupe og kolde 
Kan du sjaa sorgen i auga vaara? 
No!...Doy i skuggen av di onde daad... 

Salig skal han vere han som lir...
Som ei er kledt i det bleike Ijos av dag 
Salig skal han vere han som tyrster 
i hug etter visdom... 
Salig er den som lir... 

Prophecies Of The Dying - Kundalini (Serpent Power)

Hide from the curious, 
Hide from the coward 
Your safety's in secrecy 
And found means dead 
Born in Babylon 
By the bloody veins of fate... 

The great seer saw the arms talk 
The blades darkened by blood 
He saw from the temples top 
The fall of the towers 
He cried when the young man fell on his knees 
Hand on his wound... 

He climbed the stairs of the temple 
And heard the sound of copper bells 
Echoing through the endless halls 
He saw the black flowers bloom 
And felt the rising of shadows 
Deep within his own mind... 

A day of wind and rain 
An infinity of endless space 
Cosmic strobes forming patterns 
Only he could see 
Drowned in tideless pools 
No haven for his mind 
He sailed the depths of apathy alone... 

"Can't you hear it 
Hear the serpent wail 
Come with me 
I'll leave with the tide 
My path leads to darkness 
I hope we'll meet on the way..." 

Prophecies Of The Dying - Part II

Here all alone I sow the seeds of sadness 
for only me to reap 
For the ache I fell in my heart is far too strong 
for any man to bear. 
Moonlight drank the tears of my grieving sorrow 
and for those who cursed me on my path beyond sanity 
They all became my shadow... 
For I entered their hearts like the serpent entered paradise.. 
The smell of flowers dead witnessing the birth of my death 
My body covered by black flies tearing my soul apart... 

Cursed by harsh words spitting from a cleft tongue 
Hurts like mad dogs tearing at my flesh. 
Bleeding memories so painful to remember that I cannot rest 
Flowing like a dark river of sin... 

O'how I try to be among them all 
But I'm so afraid 
For I have seen what their eyes cannot see... 

Innocence ripped away at the proclaim of its birth 
All human dignity has been torn away 
- Their stinking breath 
and their need of playing the role performing (their) lifeless 
acts in honour of their worthless god... 
I am waiting for the day 
when the sun will burn our selfish dreams to ashes grey 
Only then will we see what we all have become... 

Passionate dreams... 
Driven by despair - Do I live in death? 
Your feeble cries echo like sweet music in my ears 
A tragic symphony where I find pleasure... 

I will cleanse your soul with my blood so that all loveless 
beauty may wither 
With me... 

What is this touch of a nocturnal sphere I feel caressing me? 
I wear your hidden shadow wherever I may wander... 

I bear the mask of the face of death 
A dark reflection of what is surrounding us 
But still they spit me in the face 
and curse the ground on which I walk, 
pouring salt into my wounds -A plague never ending 
I turn and walk away 
with bitter tears in my eyes... 


Now this mighty beast has awakened. 
Troubled waters, once of purest innocence, to wash over the land. 
Rivers of madness - boiling with blood 
- Hatred and poison to nourish the ground. 
None shall survive, in floods of sin we drown... 
Then, with the pride we throw away their masks of beauty 
The painful writings in the skin so pale 
telling us they suffer the same wounds as we do... 
- This love never dies - 

A Divine Tragedy

What is this tragic and severe symphony that I hear, called love? 
So macabre in lust and yet so sweet and delightful in its taste 
It leaves my poor heart as a bleak shadow overwhelmed by the cursed darkness. 
In mourn imprisoned forever strangled by own hands. I beg thee; 
Please blow my candle - The source of my mortal life. 
And bless me with the gift so that I may end all this with me... 

Now I witness decay for I am the one who withers... 
My bleeding wounds are rotting with a stench o'so disgraceful 
Teeth and claws are sunken deep into my flesh 
Nails are thrusted inot (my) palms and feet... 

Am I to carry the burden of those who betrayed me and my feelings?...
before their sickening eyes and in front of mine... 

Cursed by thee, fool, who claims to false words, 
for liar follows liar, both in act and in tounge. 
Indifference of existence - this pattern thou hast created 
it sparkles in its weakness... 

Already immortal without even having had to live 
Existing to bee seen, yes; but only as the creator decides... 

We die in a circle of despite 
An endless roundabout around our worthless aspects 
Only awaiting extinction... 

A gray teared face awaits the cold lips of death 
Which at last shall draw my final breath... 

Enchanted By The Serpent Spell

Enchanted by the serpent spell that is casting murky spectres 
To glide slowly across the shimmering crystal lake 
Once created of a young man's sorrow 
The sadness in his tears...

Scorned is the heart of a man who murders with passion to 
satisfy his lust macabre. 
He devours the pure untouched flesh of innocence 
While wetting the ground with his scarlet tears 
A living monument of his bloody art... 

An artist of deadly creations 
extinction of Man has yet to come, 
so passive and proud to hear the screams of everlasting torment. 
Emotions cold and dead as stone 
He is licking the burning scars he has created 
as if they were his masterpiece 
He sips to the blood as if it was wine of finest age... 

The sense of ungodly presence grows stronger for each night 
that lays its cold veil upon his mind 
A visual spectre of Man's creation... 

Caressed now is my lifeless face 
so that I may cut the strings of life forever. 
Embrace the beauty of my sorrow 
with this weeping hands of your. 
The strength of your anger 
makes distant memories come clawing back 
A face of horror identical to mine... 

A tortured individual poisoned by its surroundings 
Ridden by guilt for acts I have not even committed. 
The moaning masses will hunt me forever till' the day I die... 
Now I feel it's closing in... 


Thy Passionate Despair

And I wonder 
Through bleeding eyes I stare and behold 
Paralysed of those that carry the burden 
of Her on their tired backs... 
(As I weep...) 

Broken and wounded by the love they held so high 
When their realms were still proud and mighty 

Banners held high against a blackened sky 
In blasphemy they dance in front of my eyes 
No love will ever dwell within the torn shape that is me...

A pitiful beggar before thee I stand 
My sorrow I can no longer - hide within my eyes 
Deep and dark are the ways to my scorned heart 
But unchain me, and I will be yours forevermore... 

Let me dream 
Breed on my misery 
Art thou the answer to my depressions 
and my sense of growing misantropy? 

Let me bathe in the crystal lakes of your tears 
for they shine O'so beautiful... 
Yet still gleaming of sorrow they are... 
O'how I long for these realms where I (once again) 
can be equal among kings... 

My body once gifted with such tender and beautiful youth 
Now painted with the grim colours of death 
"Waste-Dweller - Why do you spin your spell?" 

Open me... 
Kiss me... 
And drink from my scars 
Embrace me eternally...