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Mikael Stanne – вокал
Martin Hendriksson – бас
Anders Jivarp – ударные
Fredrik Johansson – гитары
Niklas Sundin – гитары
01 - Punish My Heaven
We are the outstretched fingers
That seize and hold the wind...
The strangeness of awakening
In an oh so silent world
Breathlessly waiting
For the first proud beams of light
As the hours grow longer
And the shadows never fall
My sky has forsaken me
My desperation grows
Bring me the light
In the darkness that never ends
The dawn will never come
Punish my heaven
We have arrived
At the outermost crossroads
The charge of cosmos
At our atmospheric skies
Will cause our fall
If I had wings, would I be forgiving?
If I had horns
Would there be flames to shy my smile?
Hymns of loss are heard
From the masses in the streets
Praising the last of days
I punish
Bring me the night
In the fires that never end
The dawn will never come
Punish my heaven
The charge of cosmos
Charging at us from unearthly distance
I challenge the universe
It's the choice between heaven and hell
My soul bears all the weight of mountains
As mankind weaves its silent end
Can there be no forgiveness?
I curse the heaven above me
As the light sinks through
My outstretched fingers
Fading in my open arms
Make each tear in my bare hands
A lifetime in hell
On this last day of light
When our autumn leaves fell
And as heaven itself commands me
Out of its lair
My face lined with darkness I'll go!
02 - Silence, And The Firmament Withdrew
Make all the cold trees mourn
Their branches frozen in sightless motion
Waving, reaching for the whipping rain
There was silence
And the firmament withdrew
Revealing all, shapelessly and swiftly
In carmine and crimson stood flaming the sky
The relics of myths that exploded and died
Dismantle the sun and stars in their rise
And rend from the skyline
The black in our eyes
The skyline so empty
All but one, nonexistent
Words were not, nor gesture, thought or life
The skydancers laid slain and old
The firmament in perpetual withdrawal
Lux Aeterna – Sing unto the world
03 - Edenspring
Time conceals itself in error
When all is turned to lie
Oh blissful rapture flee from me
The liquid light shares its grandeur
The spring of Eden shall never run dry
Creation holds its breath
Tomorrow is no friend of mind
Drench logic – Drench judgement
Awake – Every sense is new
For we know no tomorrow
And yesterday appears in fragmented form
What now must burn
Shall with newfound strength emerge
Drift my eyes
Bacchi gates bid me welcome
Drench logic
Drench judgement
So drink from the fountain everlasting... drown
With these eyes the land can no longer deceive us
He cried into nothing with the voice of his soul
New logic brought upon the remains of his land
The land deceives
Bacchi gates bid me welcome
Drench logic – Drench judgement
Awake – Every sense is new
For we know no tomorrow
And yesterday appears in fragmented form
04 - The Dividing Line
Strangelove
Dance the dividing line
We shall burn the earth
We shall burn our lives
For the tallest tree shall battle most
The wind it leaves the week behind
The storm that you've denied me
Shall force your world to fall
Your castles made to tremble
With foundations based upon a lie
The storm that you've denied me
Sweep the undivided truth
His mind shall not of thoughts be tempted
Nor words can heal his bleeding scars
We must burn our minds
Colours collide with the world of his beliefs
Bring back the storm of distant years
Tumbling, trembling as there is no waking up
There is no dividing line as logic now fails
Stream upwards, rage against them all
Speak of words hidden in your song
Mere mortals strive for length in numbers
There is no dividing line
As the writer defies the empty page
The empty mind its feed shall seek
Pass on to the frail and mindless
Now what sanity discards
The storm shall sweep the weak of heart
And tear your castles down
Crush the very foundations
On which your faith is based
Torn across the dividing line
05 - The Gallery
Come and dance through my vanity's halls
Welcome to my exhibition
Ornaments fall
The fate of my art, condemned
And the creative seed
That grows to the tune of the harvest song
Embody my lifelong passion
Intertwine with the structures of my art
Those empty frames staring at me
One lonely portrait covers the lovestarved canvas
In honour of the birthless rebellion within me
Every picture holds a tale
Every shade tells of a thousand words
The artistry of living chaos
Is pictured in the poets tears
Because everything burns
The final concept
Is all but a thought away
Be gone, you foul enchantress of decay!
My thoughts and words will come to right
In my chamber where chaos conveys
Kneel down to my desire
Deep in the vaults of my carnal agony
Emptiness! Orchestration through colours
The gallery
To never return to my guidance
Burning my art
06 - The One Brooding Warning
Devoid of life
Far from the strengthening force
From which it feeds
The unbroken silence swear allegiance to thee
Behold the answers that darkness sets free
Freedom beyond the enslavement
Never let loose upon the world
Con we forgive the enchanter that
Dance beyond the skyline dark
The stains of fire, the one begotten ancestor
To one of far greater strength
Starvation divine
For he shall stand no taller than the flames
That is his feed
Let us not go gently
Into the endless winternight
We are but strangers
Acting on our fragmentary perception
Perception is the lie of the misled
Things are not what they appear
So swear by your deception
There shan't be fire, nor shall the flame
Quench the desire to reign
With fear of its dawning
Appears now in sight
The one brooding warning
Stand clearer than night
Devoid of life
Far from the strengthening force
From which it feeds
The unbroken silence swear allegiance to thee
Behold the answers that darkness sets free
Freedom beyond the enslavement
Never let loose upon the world
Con we forgive the enchanter that
Dance beyond the skyline dark
There shan't be fire, nor shall the flame
Quench the desire to reign
With fear of its dawning
Appears now in sight
The one brooding warning
Stand clearer than night
07 - Midway Through Infinity
Wings of fire burn the night
Slumbering eyes their flares shall greet
Let the past cling on its futile self
And may the present rush for the future's glare
Grave to cradle
Cradle to grave
So infinity clash
Grave to cradle
Cradle to grave
In twofold matter
Two forces gone full circle
Never shall one of the other grow fond
Join me, the time is upon us
He spoke and in fury we flew
Far beyond the limits of time
Disown the borders of life itself
Crafted and moulded all in one form
Split up and scattered in the world that we own
Grow towards me
Beknight the strength of the symbiosis
Backwards striving
Counterparts with different eyes have observed
Of time unconditional
Grave to cradle
Cradle to grave
So infinity clash
Grave to cradle
Cradle to grave
In twofold matter
Tell of days to come
Tomorrow remembered
Your yesterday, my future
Recollection of the day
Delusions cast where dead trees sway
The sabre that separates
Is the candle that burns both ends
Born from death you now confront me
Back to death with my life I take you
Die more with each movement of mine
08 - Lethe
Lethe
Give me the drink of the fluid
That disintegrates
And lend me the sweet balm and blessing
Of forgetfulness, empty and strong
Hold me near, unravel the stars
As I speed through the heavens
Speed through the night
For you are my blade and my rope
Your are my
Lethe
In currents of cobalt
You storm through my heart
To sever, to puncture
The memories that burn
Let sweep through the arteries
In sharp stabs of pain
Your talonlike fingers to kill me again
Steal me, invade me and charge me again
For I burn and I shudder
Burn with each movement of
So, cleansed through a floodlight
I appear; reforged and renewed
Caressed by the sweet balm and blessing
Of forgetfulness, empty and strong
Lethe,
Hold me near, my one friend and guide
As I drown through your fingers
Drown through your love
For you are the life I hate
You are my
Lethe
Drag me down, in passionate sighs
With the ocean above me
And flames in my eyes
And grant me a life I can live
Without...
09 - The Emptiness From Which I Fed
Silence in shivering solitude
Obligations pressure for all to bear
All the pitiful answers, the innocent lies
Can mere words fill
The emptiness from which I fed?
Be gone, oh yielding evidence of greed
Safe now in the other shore
Behind: The emptiness from which I fled
Can silence be shared?
If so, can the perception of silence
Fit into the frame which is represent
The unity for which we stand?
The confines representing a timeless sacrifice
No eye can of silence tell lie
Silence, yet the absence of sound
Does not feed me
The essence of beauty alone
Fall silent to lingering charm
Brought forth be the sun
Shed light on the emptiness
What can be extracted from nothing
What can be found within the emptiness
Be gone, oh yielding evidence of greed
Safe now on the other shore
Behind: The emptiness from which I fed
Brought forth be the errors of our ways
As is denial so is contempt
Introspective to all but one
Tear apart the flames
No eye can of silence tell lie
How can I even begin
The battle where no one wins
From answers I now flee
Screaming out too no avail
Have I become what for so long I've dread
The missing pieces
Must now be replaced
What eyesight fails to grasp
Is the emptiness from which I fled
10 - Mine Is The Grandeur...
(Instrumetal)
11 - ...Of Melancholy Burning
Jackal, aches for pain beyond me
Bestiality beckons – The anger set free
For there is no pain greater than thine
For there is no gain but the fury inside
Desolated since derived
Torn screaming from the gaping wound
Always be cherished
The grandeur of melancholy
Outward reprisal
Swear by your throne
Fallen words shall grieve thee
The grandeur of melancholy
Frailty, thy name is weakness
Vengeance, thy name is pain
Storm through the still glowing night
Ember eyes beyond reason shall see
Flee from the safety of the sheltering sky
See all but logic, so vengeance shall be
The grandeur of melancholy burning... oh burning
Charge into uncertainty's promised land
Always and never
Your are the nail
Cursed, cursed
Oh essence of the night guide me
Cursed, cursed
Oh sweet revenge heal me
Frailty, thy name is weakness
Vengeance, thy name is pain
The nail
Jackal, aches for pain beyond me
The storm that now grabs me
Is the storm of my soul
For there is no pain greater than mine
For there is no gain but the fury inside
Once so bereaved
And ever so suppressed
Charge and split up the anger
Wake up the jackal
Let out his wrath
Always and never
He spoke of his pain
Always and never
You are the nail
Always be cherished
The grandeur of melancholy
Always and never
You are the nail
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