As Old as Time Itself

Rising from the mists
Across the barriers of time I drowned
Upon these lurid vales bewinged horrors slept
For centuries forgotten yet by faith unsilenced
Whispering songs of old

Where tyrant virtues reigned
Neither blessed nor blissful
Seraphs ill forever bred
And with darkness dallied

Thus I heeded their call

By words so foul envenomed
Did my senses arose

Hatred seeping through every pore
By light eschewed my flesh wandered
In realms that spawned before the birth of ages

And on the fatallest of nights
Baneful eidolons towered
From the deepest of chasms
To the frorest of woods
Serenades fell and cruel resounded anew

Atop summits of virtues
Ribbons of dawn were downwards strewn
Never was so pure a shore
Overwhelmed by such hideous throng

Can’t you hear them fall
From crushed firmaments of life bereft?
Across these blemished skies
Dissevered angels writhe

Des siècles d’épitaphes

Mon âme est un gouffre
Où se déversent des torrents de haine
L’atroce murmure de ces remous
Me dévorant jusqu’à la moelle

Sur mes tourments se sont couchées
Des milliards de lunes vengeresses

Vous dont le souffle exhale la peur
Que savez-vous de mes blessures ?
C’est par votre foi lacérée
Que mes douleurs j’affranchirai

Fier, impavide, je guette le jour
Où l’étreinte sinistre de la mort
Viendra creuser sur vos visages
Ses sillon noirs et torturés

Quand les puissants s’éveilleront
Pour mettre à bas le joug des faibles
Et disloquer vos frêles empires
L’écho funèbre de vos souffrances
Se brisera sur les récifs de l’oubli
Vos cendres impures semées aux quatre vents

Ne resteront, épars, que des fragments de lumière

Quand des siècles d’épitaphes ébranleront ce monde
Le poids des âges s’abattra sur mes épaules lasses
Et de mon corps disjoint s’échappera un dernier rire
D’ici là, je n’aurai cesse de vous pourchasser, vermines

Through fields of mercilessness

Beyond grimness blew these frigid winds still
Amidst enshrouded and battered wings
Where light was but a cursed word
Colorless skies were ours to rule

Aeons old but infants still
We rose from dormancy
For new thrones were to be won
Monuments of suffering supreme

Unappalled by hatred nor sorrow did we breathe the Art
Far away from all that was deemed fair an empire was born

Under the North began the hunt
Through fields of mercilessness

Where light was drowned in sin
And the twelve names were mocked aloud
With ghastly ruby eyes we gazed upon the breed
Befouled by the stench of god

As for such a race of willing slaves
The meanders of the mind were naught
Through darkened veils we grinned for the pathway of the sword
Was clear as an open sky

Malevolence our vessels we soared
To lands forlorn by echoes of joy plagued
Their weak flesh to be washed away
By a neverending sea of horns

Wails of horror
Through vales of death now crimson forevermore
Tears ran from their mournful eyes
As holiness was ripped apart