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Sparks
01:49
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Listen to preaches of those prophets
Prophets of weakness and fear
"He that believeth on me hath everlasting life."
But I hear the roar of burning stoves,
I see black smoke arising from the chimneys
I smell the scent of scorched flesh
And witness ashes carried away to eternity
Each of them, self-proclaimed judges
Convicting someone by silence of the faceless crowd
Bring them salvation through fire
And watch as sparks cuts through the blackened sky
Pay with blood for the love of god
So flames of altars will last evermore
Behold great fires of sacrifice
As their tongues pierces eternity
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Fallen Seraphs
06:29
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Fallen Seraphs
Lurking in the darkest pieces of mind
Dwelling unto the pitch-black abyss
Shattered Spheres teeming with snakes
Legion of Daemons, impending doom
Desires, hidden flames of lust
Raging and tearing from deep inside
O Phosphorus
Eternal morning star
The blade that dissecting the darkness of night
Strength that could extinguish the stars
Now I buried my soul until Father awake me
Immersed in the waters of Eternal sea
Into the womb of the Dark Goddess
O Serpent of the Blackend Flame
Dragon of Chaos
I summon thee
Blot out my name from the book of life
And set my spirit free
The Word of Lies created the Cosmos
Enclosing shard of Chaos in time and space
Awake the eleventh sphere
Release the Beast and break the cage
Enter the sea where time is no more
May the spirit merge with the Eternal
Forever...
Forever and ever...
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Holy Plague
05:42
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Bloodshed eyes
in fading rotten orbits
Like piercing rusty nails
of faces disfigured,
Hymns of breaking bones
sounds of humankind drowning in agony
Mortification of the flesh
Rough severity of chains
Faith without heavy burden
Like beggar without lice
As Holy Plague became their blessing
Under dark face of Christ
Insinuating priests voice, so humble and faithful
Equaling pain from rotting flesh with grace
Animal fear growing dim before their screams
But the Red Death reign and no one could be saved
Inshell blood
Piss in holy water
Hair torn shred
Sip of Vomit
Common grave
In the fiery pit of hell,
Writhed pile
of contorted human flesh.
Pillar of unholy fire
Searing heaven dry
Like a giant torch
Leaving only fire to remain
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Life Eternal
07:12
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A string of men covered in mud
Is marching past gallows and shrines
The path is yet slick with their blood
Their dead eyes can’t see any signs
Lies form the rotting mouths
Curses from good people
Forgiveness’ sharp axe
Compassion’s thawed snow
At the dump of rotting carcasses
They have found the eternal rest
The pit became their common home
In dead womb of the earth
Sop for those who are maddened with grief
Glowing ember for frost-bitten hands
Rusty nails for those men who believe
Break some bread with one who starved to death
Ask the ones rotting in the ground, what is life eternal…
Ask the grave worms, what is life eternal…
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There are three silhouettes in the dark
They are hunchback, rotten and cruel
Broken fingers are crooked as an arc
Crones are stretching them up to the moon
Empty eye holes are filthy and blind
Toothless mouths are tight-lipped and shut
They are pulling a black wooden coat
Through the narrow and lightless gut
Feel the pestilence’s sound
Grab a hook, sift the grain
Spill their blood on the ground
Take their life, leave them pain
In the recess of ravines
Which are cloaked in the stench
Dead are carried by ravens
To live out in the trench
Mispersuated and decrepit ship
With some ignorant spadones aboard
Burning down under sound of a whip
Kissing cross in the name of their Lord
They’ll be dead without leaving a mark
Singing masses and slitting their throats
There are three silhouettes in the dark
They are pulling a black wooden coat
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Soot
06:18
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Filled with fear, broken by life
Their lord bequeathed them to suffer
Like red dew, like black ash
To give their lives for him
Antichrist’s host in fight against christ
Ruins the people of god
Flames of bonfire – the shelter divine
Last days are about to come
Get locked in your hut
Hide in your den
Let it become common grave
Sainthood of fire
Will purify you
When all burns down, your lord will forgive everything
And what is sainthood?
Stink of burnt meat, ash of black cabin?
Pit full of bones and soot?
Or maybe
Heart of the living, dull and naive
Which has burned down in flames of love divine?
Moans of the dying, spitting on icons
Life has no price
Mindless rabble waits for the end
So die for the glory of maker
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I'm the one who descended from heaven
Reborned and passed through Light of Blackened Flame
I know both light and darkness
Black Plague, destructive principle of Сhaos
I'm the one who brings the light
that sharper than a sword
Turning wine into sour, blessing bread with mold
Son of the Whore, Sheep herder torned by Wolves
Corpus Christi
Rotting flesh
Path to the void
Oblivion in obscurity
He himself has not yet come; nothing has either been seen or
heard of him. He will have many precursors; there have been,
are, and will be many. They are smoothing his way, and when
they have prepared all things and removed all obstacles then
he himself will appear. He will be born of an unchaste woman,
and Satan will enter into him; and the Deceiver will in all
things be like unto the Son of God: he will be chaste, meek,
gentle, and kind, he will heal the sick, feed the hungry, shelter
the homeless, and comfort the mourners. There will come to
him those who were bidden and those who were unbidden, and
they will make him ruler over all nations.
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Sainthood’s stench
05:10
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Laceration, helplessness of herd
Fetters and wolfish fangs
With sharp blade rip the belly open
Suffer the sainthood’s stench
Mother who loathes her sons
Throws them scraps as if they are paupers
Slaves’ paradise, imbeciles’ world
Fool will not learn from the whip
Extirpate what should not grow
Humility’s weakness, inferiority’s sainthood
Burn them down with fire of black
Bury them in salt, sew them up in womb
Sprout deep with seed of blood
To chasm where there’s no light
The spark has gone out, now comes the fire
That will give warm in deadly ground
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The New Testament
07:23
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Young boy dying of thirst
Silently wept upon dead mother’s body
Now the kitchen is flooded
In cold water are tablecloth ends
Dirty streams of lies flow from TV screen
I brought thee new testament – nobody needs you
Ancient book’s stench and barefaced lie
Wolves in sheep’s closing and butcher’s sharp knife
Stupid herd fondly nods
And believes swollen speeches
Meanwhile kind-hearted pastors
Raise monuments to hangmen
Mercy and compassion
Slice of bread for the beggar
The hand once fed is empty now
The searcher has not found a thing
Degenerates in uniforms and cassocks
Crazed with impunity and greatness
To survive I give new commandments
In world of misery, despair and apathy
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ELDERBLOOD Kharkiv, Ukraine
In autumn 2011 Astargh left the Nokturnal Mortum band for establish his own,
having invited Odalv (Twilightfall,
Ulvegr, ex-Nokturnal Mortum) as drummer.
The band was named ELDERBLOOD.
In Febrary 2012 Hagalth was invited to the band as
bass-guitarist
The recording of debut album started in the end of march 2012
at "Dark Essence Studio".
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