KAPEIN - Golgotha

The Essence Of Eclipse

Hivemind of craven mortals
United though divided
So addicted to collective cogitation
Thou hast poisoned their minds

Oh, they drank from the river
Their countenances so sardonic
Oh, they drank their erstwhile souls
Mirroring their trepidation

So many names you have:
arrogance, supremacy
So many times you have endured
sacramental ceremonies
So many henchmen you have feinted
impaled holiness crucifixion
So many aeons you have betrayed
Emperor of caducity

As they believe in the wrong
So forlorn, so endeavoured to obey
Their way is led by this one single banner
Borne by the eternal hypocrite

So they had to forfeit
Oh, apocalypse was summoned
To give them inducement for their fear
Oh, and so their souls were obscured

And that is
the essence of eclipse

River Of Dead Souls

Beyond gods condemnable dominion
blessing of the holy light fades out
the spawns of the netherworld dwell
reign of terror and chaos awaits

Infernal flames of abysmal hellfire
sweeping landscapes of the damned
ashes remain when funeral winds blow
light distinguished, storms unleashed

The river of dead souls
crossing the land
hunter of the living
collector of souls

The clouded horizon reflects
the great old bringers of darkness
I am the witness of death and decay
I am the hunter, I am the prey

I am - the river of dead souls
I am - the river of dead souls
I am - the river of dead souls
I am - death and decay

In the cloak of raining bones
I - the unholy stalker - approach
roaming the deserts of infinite dust
until the end of all known time

The river of dead souls
crossing the land
hunter of the living
collector of souls

And when I vest my flashing sword
And my hand takes hold in judgement
I will take vengeance upon mine enemies
And I will repay those who hase me
O Lord, raise me to Thy right hand
And count me amoung Thy demons
I shall spread my blackened wings and be
the vengeaful striking hammer of the Lord

The Crippled Hand Of Golgotha

Visions of horrific shadows
horn shaped deathbringers
children of a thousand
impaled chest, burning stigmata

I walk the path
To the portals
of infinite torture
cut my flesh! brand me your mark!

Father, I await thee,
I am your spawn!
I will croak on the cross!

The crippled hand of golgotha.

Chained I crawl
I bear the cross
I am the crippled hand
of Golgotha

I will die to rise

Glowing steel, battering ram
now my alignment has changed
I am a shadow of the left hand path
lost in the meander of existence

Of Crawling Chaos

Hideous distress, widespread and all-embracing
imagined in terrible phantasms of the night
mentioned in prophecies never enunciated
sense of monstrous guilt upon the land

Chill currents sweeping out of the abyss
demoniac alteration in the sequence of time
risen of the blackness of twenty seven centuries
shrieks horribly disturb the pale moon

Of crawling chaos

Peering from behind fallen monuments
the black dominion of the ancient dimensions
crumbling against a sickly sky.
beholding the key to blasphemous outer spheres

A sickened sensitive shadow of lust
writhing in hands that are not hands
whirled blindly past midnights of rotting creation
charnel winds that brush the pallid stars

Of crawling chaos

Monotonous whine of blasphemous flutes
from the unlighted chambers beyond space and time
absurdly the tenebrous gods appear
the blind, voiceless, mindless gargoyles whose soul is ...

The crawling chaos