NIHILI LOCUS - ...Ad Nihilum Recidunt Omnia

Memoriam Tenere

Huge trees dominate the immense.
They're without a natural color.
Only the night, darkness, obscurity
drawn on'em wonderful esoteric shadows.
I revived in my memories (But I don't live).
I'll blot out my memories.
I revived, I live in a pale light that is on my walk.
Doom is written!
Memoriam Tenere!
I still see your cerulean eyes, fixing me and
hiding behind - White candles
I see you, you run, you escape
But it's useless - ha ha ha ha
You know it's too late, doom is written.
Memoriam Tenere
Don't use your tears, I'm heartless! - ha ha ha ha
A drop of your blood,
drop by drop - slowly
The death will come, a drop of my sperm - will be
The child of hate, of my hate - you...
Don't be afraid, you won't die under - the hot sun
the mantle of Novembre will tie your chains
And you will slowly die
slow your suffering, slow my pleasure
Memoriam Tenere - Worshipping your dead flesh
Memoriam Tenere - Smelling your stench


Fogs sweep away my wishes, beyond their sinuous run
nothing is endless, I don't remember my tale.
Under the sky embroidered with stars that wou embrace every night,
I pick up your last dreams, and I hear the fleeting tune of your glooms.
I aim at the drawing of the run of your life, and your coldness, that runs
after the fogs and penetrates into my bones.
Your soul seems to dance in front of me, dressed in white, with her slender
hands raising to
get to God, and every leaf under your feet stands for a year wasted to find him.
Silvery wood rise, set up to the eternal night, to pull away the veil of
this blasphemous light.
Silvery wood cry, for the shades of the night, while the wind blows the
song of your eternal sigh.
My soul is lost in your harmonious world.
The wood is showing its real face, the moon quivers in Silvara's embrace.

Memoriam Tenere (Rigor Mortis)

Dark bogs draw my walk,
Dark bogs draw my walk,
My steps arrive at the sight of my lord.
Only the scepter of my king will understand
my thirst for revenge by now placated
gives birth in me... memories of death.
My armour doesn't bear anymore
the heavy weight of doom!
My sword doesn't rage anymore
in the battle!
Long nights of tears and mysteries
will be lit in front of the demons,
that play in my soul,
my body without blood.
Only death, only my death
will clean this memory.
Only the fire of my hatred
will burn these lost souls.
Rigor Mortis!
In eternum!