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A Perfect Absolution - 2012

Birds Of Sulphur Sailing Into The Earth Elements And Spirit The Axe Of God 5000 At The Funeral Carved In The Wind Varangian Paradise Tribute Of Blood

A Maze Of Recycled Creeds - 2015

Air De L'ordre Temple To The Art-God Celestial Nature Inner Alchemy The Mystic Triad Of Artistry An Order To Reclaim From Passion To Holiness Dig Into Yourself Rejoice Your Soul Syncretic Delirium An Order To Reclaim (Alternative Version)

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A Perfect Absolution - 2012

-Birds Of Sulphur-

Redemption always comes from the sky!

There's no escape. They deserve to perish
Pain and torture will open the gates of mass delirium
Strike all the cowards to the ground, their cursed souls shall never rest
Let my wrath spread upon the infidels so eager to murder their king

The impure blood that will flow from their wounds
Will never be enough to quench my thirst or avenge this insult
Make them suffer! Make them pay! Souls will plunge into decay
Death by torture! The tormented souls shall be lost in eternal fire

BURN! The harbingers of death shall be the Birds of Sulphur.

Faithless! Unholy Forest Dwellers
I will have your bodies charred in the flames of this world
Perun has prepared your stake... eternal

Heralds of fire
Open the gate to the underworld
Redemption will come from the sky

The harbingers of death shall be the Birds of Sulphur. BURN

Attack! Hunt them down ! Hack, chop, dismember
No cell, no prisoner
Burn Iskorosten, burn
Redeeming fire! They will pay with ashes
The Birds of Sulphur shall cleanse our lands of all their sins
Purification through flames. Unleash you fury
Be the heralds of fire and make Iskorosten burn
Spread my wrath

Redeeming fire will fall from the sky
Fire will fall from the sky

-Sailing Into The Earth-

Flattery being the most effective
weapon to defeat the enemy
They'll be led to believe they will be borne
in their ship to the castle Lured into the
gaping hole that will close upon them

They are worthy only of death. We'll bury them all alive

They shall fall into my pit of vengeance.
Let them sail their grave into the earth
Nothing comes easier than killing a man.
A man who believes he has won the war
The distant leader wants to marry the

Queen to gain ultimate power They came to
declare a truce, trickery,
penance for such abuse
With great honor I send you sailing into the earth
For the murder of the king,
incarnation of God I promise such a painful
death that he will hear you suffer from the underworld
The heart of a widow is colder than mud

They are worthy only of death.

We'll bury them all alive They shall fall into my pit of vengeance
Let them sail their grave into the
earth Nothing comes easier than killing a man
A man who believes he has won the war
They shall drown in a sea of mud, souls,
damnation, a permanent flood

Great pits will be dug on the shore
to trap and destroy the soldiers
With great honor I send you sailing into
he earth You shall be erased from all
memories I send you sailing into the earth

The sovereign of the earth will bring you to your knees
You'll feed the worms and be as one with
the earth I want to feel your suffering and
stamp the earth down over your grave

You shall fall into my pit of vengeance.
Your will sail your grave into the earth
Nothing comes easier than killing men
Men who believe they already own the kingdom]

-Elements And Spirit-

These statues are no gods
Just useless objects carved of wood Now they may exist
but soon they will be reduced to nothing Left to rot away,
erased by time, their ashes swept away by the wind

These soulless gods you worship are neither sacred nor human
We only built them with our own hands
But what good have these gods done?

A single element can sink them into oblivion
What good have done those gods?
We only built them with our own
hands I don't want to give my soul to demons...

I will lay the foundation stone for
the sacred new empire And God shall be the witness
I'll carry out my flawless plan
Tomorrow everything will change
You'll bow down to me
There is only one God!
Gods who let the kings die don't deserve
to be honored If the regent converts or
give up the kingdom The cult figures shall burn.
They will become meaningless

Perun alone is worthy to bear the name of God
But as he is a vengeful spirit, he can't wash me of my sins

I must harness the elements to take my revenge
Let fire burn them, water drown them, earth bury them
And let their cries for mercy be carried on the wind...
only then will I find peace...
Faith will bring us a new way of life, the road to redemption

When my time comes, I will rejoice in eternal rest Looking
down upon my work from heaven, I will laugh at
the chaos I created I will avenge the King!
Impure blood shall drench the earth
My new road leads south

I will not look behind me
Moving from hell towards the light, their God is my
God I will lay the foundation stone for the sacred
new empire And God shall be the witness
I'll carry out my flawless plan Tomorrow everything will change
You'll bow down to me

-The Axe Of God-

They have learnt to fight in the
forest and live in harmony with nature
They have knowledge of a territory that is hostile to us

I know there is nothing they can fear
But the anger of the Queen
The Axe of God The Axe of their own God

We can't let them have an opportunity to control the entire river
But it would certainly be the best way to bring them down

Tonight, the Axe will collect a bloody harvest of heads
Let the Almighty Perun lend me strength and bravery
And let the gruesome scene of your impaled bodies along the ways
Reveal to the world the price of such a crime

Let the Almighty Perun lend me strength and bravery
I swear the eternal oath ! I am now the arm of God
The Axe of God

You will ever regret your felony
When my soldiers rape your wives
And when I make your children be my slaves until they die

This is the first tribe that refused to submit to the king's command
They must be the only ones who chose to fight against our will

Now they no longer believe in knowing the slightest fear
It's time to for them to pay
Befall on their heads the wrath of gods

I know there is nothing they can fear
But the Axe of their own God
Vengeance is ours
Now, vengeance is mine

-5000 At The Funeral-

O dear traitors, come confidently
I wish you to come by the thousand
Gallons of mead shall be prepared in the city where the King was killed
Let us cry on his grave and have a ceremony for him

It's in sign of peace I invite you all to a great banquet
I promise that there will be more than enough to eat and drink
You may taste many beverages that even the gods could never dream of
But I cannot give my hand while I am in mourning

It is time to get to know each other, Now
Let's found a new and stronger kingdom together
Unveil all your secrets
We know how to subjugate

O dear traitors
Only a blood bath can wash you of your sins

You will swallow the bitter flood of your own death

Now you shall face the raging river of our merciless vengeance
You're invited to the funeral that will soon be yours

Panic Laughter
You'll be howling with pain
When the wine in your mouth turns into blood
Under the sharp daggers of my soldiers
Only your pain will wash your sins

You will know the punishment of the Luxurious Soon...
Dark blood will feed the earth
Now you shall face the raging river of our merciless vengeance
You're invited to the funeral that will soon be yours

-Carved In The Wind-

The wild ones must be slain
Vengeance fulfilled by the wrath of the Great One
O Perun ! Utter the ancient words of power
Allow me to cast a merciless doom upon them
O Perun ! May we strike them harder than stone

Let's remember...
We must remind them the holy power belongs only to us
And none but the gods have decided
Varangians always had control of the River
It's time to prove it. It's time to prove it now

If they feel at one with the earth
I promise they will soon be as one
Their lungs will be filled with mud and worms
They will drown in their own blood
Their bones will be consumed by flames
And their suffering will be engraved in the air

Let's remember...
We must remind them the holy power belongs only to us
And none but the gods have decided
Varangians always had control of the river
It's time to prove it. It's time to prove it. Now

We will erect a memorial to the glory of the
King Sculptured by suffering and tormented cries
A divine masterpiece made with our own hands
That will be etched in the winds forever

I swear he will soon join you. My pain carried by the wind.
I swear I will avenge you. He so wants to take your place...
I'm afraid he has no fear
But I've sworn I will go through with my duty

The cries of pain shall echo in the air to be carved in the wind
This is how we will accomplish this terrifying work
Let Stribog spread the chant of agony

Let's remember...
We must remind them the holy power belongs only to us
And none but the gods have decided
Let Stribog spread the chant of their agony
And carve their suffering in the wind

-Varangian Paradise-

When the best men of Dereva arrive
They will be welcomed with open arms
Here they will find the food the women and the wine

Soak the shoots of birch
Heat the water scorching hot
Fill the room with steam
Until they can barely see each other

We'll send for the most graceful women of all the land
To serve and pleasure you
We'll do everything to make our guests feel at ease

Soak the shoots of birch
Heat the water scorching hot
Fill the room with steam
Until you can barely see each other

Only the most illustrious men are welcome
Then we may go to your prince with great honor
So, make your first steps into heaven on earth
Here life is only pleasure and delight...
Give way to your most unholy desires

Burn ! Ill-famed traitors ! Now suffer my wrath!

Soon the burning breath of vengeance will escape from your bodies
You shall taste our Varangian Paradise
After you all have bathed, you shall come to me

Steam so thick you can't see anymore
Scorching heat becomes the air you breathe
Sighs are filled with suffocating smoke
Thrash, kick and lick your bodies with burning tongues

The love juice running down
Your thighs burning and boiling

-Tribute Of Blood-

We can wait for years outside
Great will be our pleasure to hear you beg
We know it won't be long before you to run out of resources
Soon you will not have enough to survive
You'll become only dead branches
And I'll burn all traces of your existence

We are the wolves among the herd
We'll take out the whole flock one by one
If you do not kill us now, we will destroy you all
So get out of your cage and pay what we demand

Let the eternal punishment befall on your heads
You're about to pay your debt with your own blood

I can't content myself with honey, wax and furs
But your muddy blood that will nourish the roots
Of the World Tree you have betrayed

We are the wolves among the herd
We'll take out the whole flock one by one
If you do not kill us now, we will destroy you all
So get out of your cage and pay what we demand

Let the eternal punishment befall on your heads
You're about to pay your debt with your own blood

Mindless fools ! Will you abandon madness for reason?
Let the eternal punishment befall on your heads
You're about to pay your debt with your own blood
This fortress will become your tomb
Troops are hidden in the deep dark of night
We'll crush the last hope of your kind

We are wolves among the herd
We'll take out the whole flock one by one
If you do not kill us now, we will destroy you
all So get out of your cage and pay what we demand

Let the eternal punishment befall on your heads
You're about to pay your debt with your own blood

A Maze Of Recycled Creeds - 2015

-Air De L'ordre-

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-Temple To The Art-God-

I heed the warrior's call
It's time to act now
Let us cross the dagger and the rose
Let us form a holy militia
To revive the nobility of mankind

Angels at our side
O Parsifal
Now let your trumpets blow

Here we restore
The cult of the ideal
In all it's splendor
Religion became art to talk to the masses
Art shall turn into religion
To speak to the elite

O Parsifal
Now let your trumpets blow

Open the door of the temple
The temple to the Art-God

If the thinkers crystallize reflection
Come what may
Artists must glorify reality

Conquer
We have to conquer the city of light
Conquer
We might be few against many
But i can feel
But i can feel the angel's breath

By our side
While some deride my exertions
I am the harbinger of a new religion

Beauty is the purpose
Art is the means
The only single rule to follow
Is the ideal

Angels are at our side
O Parsifal
Now let your trumpets blow

Here we restore
The cult of the ideal
In all it's splendor
We shelter only what summons all perfections
The lordy rapture will survive
The piety of the past

O Parsifal
Now let your trumpets blow

Open the door of the temple
The temple to the Art-God

-Celestial Nature-

Getting to know thyself starts
When you raise your gaze to the stars

Here comes Shamas, the one who shines through his glory
Expecting to be known
He lives alone but without privacy
Sin, the Moon God
The talented but deviant lyricist
He's destined to solitary wanderings and adventurous life

I see Nergal, the epitome of zeal and violence
Meant to strike the right balance between action and wildness
Istar is graceful and irresistible
A boundless dedication doomed to fall into madness

And there is Nebo... the conscientious one
Skillful... and clearly heartless, save for his own ends
A forgotten genius whose cleverness turned into lies
He, the nimble one, who has thrown too many stones
Thus having revenge by enslaving the weak minds
At last a dead star charred by the light of glory

Thus we shall define our celestial nature
Through the seven stars dwells our vocation... our labor...

Adar, the order's creator
He's pure and nominated for great works of faith and science
Merodack, the jovial, the one whose name you stole
He gets power only by the consent of his peers
The consent of the temple

You are Nebo... the unsightly one
Skillful... and clearly heartless, save for your own ends
The forgotten genius whose cleverness turned into lies
You, the nimble one, who has thrown too many stones
Thus having revenge by enslaving the weak minds
At last a dead star charred by the light of glory

Thus we shall define our celestial nature

-Inner Alchemy-

Once there were young believers
who founded together
A common creed reconciling man with nature
Combining knowledge and belief, from matter to spirit
The inner alchemy can change the whole world

The appalling devotion of our culture
Comes from the boundless timelessness
of those who write, and teach
Our mission is to maintain creation on the peaks,
Out of reach of idle hands

Mages! We are sailors!

They applaud all the darings of the mundane,
usurping the genius
That's why our doctrine should operate a redemption

The world has undergone too many revolutions

Art is expected to become the cult of times to come
When religion becomes counterfeit, art shall save the vital core
Restoring the holy boundary that separated
idleness from masterwork
Let us redeem creation and recover its priestly conception

I found the illuminations
I am now entrusted with a mission
Through the cult of the ideal
We will conquer

Mages! We are sailors!

The Mage is a sailor heading to a point
That is invisible to the commonwealth
After having crossed the oceans, he will find the illumination
And know the science of the will
And discover the inner alchemy

-The Mystic Triad Of Artistry-

After religion and lordship,
art was yet to be destroyed
We lost the standards but I found them again

I do believe in the ideal, in tradition, in a noble power structure
Our task is to discard all three abominations
That lead us to the doctrine of decay

I predict a miracle! A rose will rise and open growing
I predict a miracle! Here will triumph the mystic triad of Artistry

Art is the great mystery
When effort leads to a masterpiece
Divine rays descend... like on the altar
Art is the real empire
When the human hand draws a perfect line
Angels descend... to mirror themselves
Art is the great miracle
This is the evidence of our timelessness
Art-God, the last reflection from heaven of our downfall

I predict a miracle! A rose will rise and open growing
I predict a miracle! Here will triumph
the mystic triad of Artistry

After belief and discipline, creation was yet to be wasted
We lost the standards but I found them again

Those dark times made us forget that art
is invested with a holy mission
It shall create the path to redemption for the salvation of mankind
The Great Revelation
The gallery is the New Church
Weak conferences are preached
Works are the mirrors of light
And the watchers are disciples

I predict a miracle! A rose will rise and open growing
I predict a miracle! Embracing the divine cross of salvation I predict a miracle! Here will triumph the mystic triad of Artistry

-An Order To Reclaim-

Sacred vows are made to be broken
Three hundred years later, the grave will open

For there is an order to reclaim
We are back from oblivion again

Born from the poor fellow-soldiers

The world is going through a serious crisis
Divided by financial conflicts
Holy wars are sowing terror and chaos
Let us break the silence
As science is Focused on the material
The living standards continue to fall
Time has come to ask for more humanity
Let us break the silence

For there is an Order to reclaim
We are back from oblivion again
Born from the poor fellow-soldiers
A traveling mendicant order

But sacred laws are made to be broken

Reveal our ambition
Revive the mendicant order... now!
Tax exemption... the oath of poverty
Immunity from persecution... the Vow of Chastity
And no Submission... Obedience? To the secular
power Death is so great... Death is so great...
Death is so great that nine would accuse us
Of seeking victory... of seeking another end
Reveal our ambition
Revive the poor fellow-soldiers

After the King's denial, the order became mendicant again
And the poor fellow-bankers were condemned to burn at the stake...

-From Passion To Holiness-

Never forget that a mage is not a priest
All sins are granted, provided one gains experience
Daily introspection, prayer and meditation
Will soon lead you from passion to Holiness
It is vital to know the boundaries of love
in order to not mislead oneself...

Concerning love, disappointments are inevitable
A lover will have nothing to offer... but his own delusion
Wisdom advises you to watch only from
far the entire worldly fantasy

One's partner should never go beyond their wonderful task
As a second fiddle to the sexual pair
It is vital to know the boundaries of love
in order to not mislead oneself...
Let us await our Chymical Wedding
When our soul will rise and marry God for eternity
Utter incontinence is not an obligation
Love, and the suffering it causes reveal
A long windy road to inner perfection
From passion to Holiness

Choose your partners wisely
Because as a disciple, you are sentenced to remain defensive
Offer no clarity to general cowardice
Flee judgement, contempt and mockery
Don't ever be compliant

Let your most passionate feelings rise and become unreal
Thus you will unveil almost nothing to misfortune

Let us await our Chymical Wedding
When our soul will rise and marry God for Eternity
Utter incontinence is not an obligation
Love, and the suffering it causes reveal
A long windy road to inner perfection
From passion to Holiness...

-Dig Into Yourself-

What a pleasing game
to change one's own ancestry
Especially when your last name suffers a lack of majestyv
You're surely not the son of Bel
But rather the one who holds the spade

Pretending to teach the government of existence
Soley a self-proclaimed prophet claiming ignorance

But what is more attractive than becoming a Magus or a Fairy?
How to give meaning to one's own life when one feels good for nothing?
Those of your kind know how to give false praise
In the process of indoctrination

In the scheme of self-glorification
You couldn't resist this inclination:
Overusing random and puzzling patterns
To please the reckless ones

But if you really want to honor your lineage
Now grab a spade and dig into yourself

Who can lead a life on ready-made principles?
Who can be satisfied with a ready-made truth?
A ready-made reality!
Swimming with the tide...

The time has come for you to honor your lineage
Now grab a spade and dig into yourself
You're surely not the son of Bel
But rather the one who holds the spade

-Rejoice Your Soul-

Let me rejoice your soul

Holy Baptism made us the children of God
Society dedicated us to evil
In constant conflict with our culture
Only faith can keep us away from the vultures

There is no wisdom without deprival
No salvation for the rebels
Let me entice you into another world
We will teach you the government of yourself And show you the way to light
So let me enlighten your mind
Let me rejoice your soul

Seek only the magical power of your inner excellence
Improve yourself and become radiant
And as the Sun, heat latent ideal life around you
Come to me/ Be my disciple/ See the light
Forsake the seven bad habits

Cut yourself off from your peers
Otherwise you will suffer without growing
Deny the commonwealth, forget all others, to rise to personality

"Then you shall see the radiant;
Your heart shall thrill and exult,
Because the abundance of the sea shall be turned to you,
The wealth of nations shall come to you" Isaiah 60:5

We own the rational knowledge that will engage the Renewal of Society
I own the spiritual essence that will lead to the Renewal of Man
I am the heir of Bel, the demiurge
The Lord of the world
The master of all the lands
I do belong to the holy Order that committed my fate,
That will commit your fate

And you'll know an extraordinary destiny...

-Syncretic Delirium-

Coalesce to this spiritual family
Which arrogated a mythical and whimsical descent
Unable to write a line without spitting in one's face
Your self-named origins from Assyria

A dreamlike being that feeds on the world of legend

Remind yourselves that you are only men
And none of you have yet accessed the heavenly or astral state

You seem to suffer from a disease of lyricism
Your doctrine appears to be a Syncretic Delirium

Fashioned with any kind of magic and occult science
Mingling your own Church with ideals from the East

I forbid you excuses and push you away
I force you into silence and disgrace

You seem to suffer from a disease of lyricism
Your doctrine appears to be a Syncretic Delirium

A dreamlike being that feeds on the world of legend

Indulging yourself in all kinds of digressions
Abandoned to the whims of your own diction

You seem to suffer from a disease of lyricism
Your doctrine appears to be a Syncretic Delirium

The discordant pages of your works held together only by the binding
Creator of a real disorder which finally laid you on the line

I forbid you excuses and push you away
I force you into silence and disgrace

-An Order To Reclaim (Alternative Version)-

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