In Flames

Behind Space
Call me by my astral name
Breeding fear through wordless tounge
Heavenly thirst - unspeakable pain
Emptied from all human motion
Confront the faceless wrath

Beckoning silent from a sphere behind space
Through twisted ruins of uncompleted dreams
Sights of towers reaching for the moon
Clawing at the skies - they gonna pull it down

Intensity - I feel the lava rushing through my veins
Stars are reforming - to enter the fourth dimension

Beyond all galaxies
through timeless eaons of frost
Unearthly hunger - angels descent

We are entering dimensions behind space ...

Beyond all galaxies
through timeless eaons of frost

Lunar Strain
For there is a purpose and reason
Beyond all human apprehension
The shrieking silence in the blackness of space

For there is a knowledge more complex
Than life on this planet
A knowledge in tune with the progress of stars

Lunar strain

All across the milky way
Life suffers defeat
Life that once was treasured

What once was nothing
Has blossomed into form
Once it was I that was nothing
But now they say I will die

All across the galaxy
Life suffers defeat

Lunar strain

From nothingless to reality
As we see it
From nothingless to life
My dismal tears of anguish
Bleed into one with the songs of my heaven
Loneliness is pain

Emptiness is power, loneliness is pain
Serenity is might
Yet we shall be honoured
In the starforsaken night

Astral strain
All around my silent moon
Life suffers defeat

Astral strain

For there is a purpose and reason
Beyond all human apprehension
The shrieking silence in the blackness of space

Starforsaken
Wipped in the eye by the sand
Malicious have light of day obscured
The sun has burned my skin
Open wounds are licked by sand

To be punished by this vortex of scorn

Wrists and ankles are chained upon this land
Drawn through the desert to be their sacrifice

So this is my golgatha, so this is my grave
The theives, the liars, the hypocrit scum
I'd slay them if I only could

The endless sand, the blackest land
A cyclone of spinecrushing anger
Meant for me

The overlords of the desert
Not one was meant to be
All human force now flee
Rules of anatomy lost
Rage into the extreme

Everlost (Part I)
Lights are dim
My tearful windows
Through wich no emotions pass
Starvation of senses claws my soul

Answer me
Are these walls my only shelter
From the bleeding atmosphere
Take me from this land

"I deliver thee from this agony
A storm to cleanse thee"

Mine is the right to be
Maelstrom of the everlost
This is the curse of ...

All is dark
All but one aspect of life
To be shaceled
In a shell, so misleading

"These are the shells bestowed upon me"
Pass into the darkened of the midnight
Sounds, faceless lights

Hands tear apart
Disolve possess
You alone can take my soul
Take flight

Everlost (Part II)
Through seven songs of rejoice
His name relives his solar voice

Falling into the unknown
Yet he shall feel no harm

Lights shine upon his face
Night exists no longer

In unknown colours they confront him
In soundless tounge they speak is name
Moonred - reaching for life through eternity
Starblack - the brooding silence is frightening me

One elderly custom in timeless guise
In ceremonies of old one, dove now flies
Fly through time

In Flames
Behold the heart of mine in flames
A top the highest mountain
Below the darkest depths
In the valley of hate I wander
My frost bitten heart is set ablaze, set ablaze

Ravage my soul
Plunder my mind
Branded by thunder, fire and ice

Trampled in fury by hordes of the light
I am crushed by the hand of my sky
My sky has forsaken me

Rivers of crimson lead me now
Trail of fire
In a place of fire ethernal
Left in flames

Scattered in a world of thorns
Torn from my earthly self
Aggreived in tears and bitterness
I fall beyond stars, beyond stars

Ravage my soul
Plunder my mind
Branded by thunder, fire and ice

Trampled in fury by hordes of the light
My firey heart is stronger than ever
It's stronger than ever before

My heart in flames

Upon An Oaken Throne
"I see then nightshade grow" he spoke
And southern hounds awoke at dawn
Sought for the ever-liquid of our craving
Caught by the all embracing nightly sun
Admass - I laugh at your feeble lies - trash

Hatred in my eyes and in my blood
A scream across the fields - the rivers weep
A vanquished lord upon an oaken throne
Grief inside my flame - grasp at my existence
The seal of dawn is broken - fury

Wildfire

A windswept thought
Out in the perimeter where laughts are
No longer heard, screams no longer seen
And life is always lost
Gaze into the skies for they are blind
Blinded by the nightshade of our lust
Grinded to dust
The wolves are here

The beast of the savage lands
They drink my blood
They feast upon my remains
The tears in their eyes betry

Wildfire

Clad In Shadows
Reach for your razor
Cut through the dawn
See through your inner wrath
Keys shan't open the doors

Behold my heart has stopped
My lungs are laid the final rest
And still I see and do I feel
Yes, but to earthly eyes I am gone
To the land where legends never die
Take me to the twilight land tonight

Again and again and again in every night
The darkness climbs through my walls
Ever screaming silent to the corrupted ears

Never to any man I will spear
My speach it has no value
Eyes that have seen the sights
Bleed through the ages eternal

I ask no more
A life has just begun
Never will I see the sun
And do I miss it
No, my eyes are black
Emotions fled through eyelids closed
Throne of thorns
Clad in shadows

Stand Ablaze
The time is now
Please tell me how
Set ablaze...
Crying,
Remembering how it used to be
Scarred for eternity
Was it meant to be?
A life in harmony...

Bleeding, regretting...

Solitary life
Committing suicide
Seeking sanctuary
From this world, contrary

Stand Ablaze
Screaming
As the flames caress my face
Stand Ablaze...

Everdying
Die
Tragedy, cursing me
Bloodlust, crying, never dying
Bloodlust, crying, never dying

From the cold, shadowed waste
Evil grasped my soul and took my hand

Left alone and filled with desire
A spawn of evil and eternal fire

Timeless, immortal, everlasting hate
Timeless, immortal, everlasting hate
Hate...

Drinking the wine
An act out of love
Consumer of lives
You'll join us tonight...

Behold immortality
A dark eternity
Eternity, eternity...

Drinking the wine
An act out of love
Consumer of lives
You'll join us tonight

Subterranean
My tears fall like rain
From the longlasting pain
When I look at your eyes
My heart just dies
Beauty divine
I hope you'll be mine
Open your arms
For all time

All dressed in white
Bringer of light
Spend time with me
All through the night

Beauty divine
Your tears taste like wine
Come to me
For all time

My spine shivers with the touch of your lips...
My pale skin turns red when we kiss...
Piercing your nails deep into my back...
As I slowly kiss your ivory neck...

I started to cry after hours of joyful sin...
My tears turned to roses as they embraced your skin...
I gathered them to a bouquet of the most beautiful flowers...
A bouquet of the most secret and ancient powers...

My amber heart started to glow as I died really slow...

Biosphere
Slowly the winter wind tears my skin
Blood freezes in my veins
I wish you were here beside me
To release me from my pain
Last night you promised me
You were still in love with me
Please come set me free
From my misery

I love you
Truth be told
I'm completely numb
It got this way
I don't know how
I just can't figure it out

Please talk to me
What do you want me to be?

Last night you promised me
You were still in love with me
Please come set me free
From my misery

I love you
Truth be told
I'm completely numb
It got this way
I don't know how
I just can't figure it out

Please talk to me
What do you want me to be?

Slowly twists my pride
Freezing as I die
Coldly I fade away
My life cannot be saved
Slowly the winter wind tears my skin
Blood freezes in my veins
I wish you were here beside me
To release me from my pain

Please try to remember me
Lord please send help for me
Trying, can't you see?
Why must this be?

Please talk to me
What do you want me to be?

The Inborn Lifeless
Close your eyes and pray the wind will take me far away
Life is like a stone behind my back of a second degree
Start
Life is a feather of fall between the monument tear
Like a powder fragile the one that blows behind the
Faithful dead
All the doors of eternal gray
This weakness take beyond the dream
With a silent void you're left while you can hardly breathe
Vastly they destroy the tears of my lies
Fears are fading away, robbed to face the bitterness
In search for my dear
Castle burries the bite of a queen
Wherever the sorrow rises from distance like a rainbow
I'll be there again, to weep behind with my tears
Heyargh!
Wake me
The second lifeless to be

Moonshield
Tired of dull ages, I walk the same ground,
Collecting the tragedies still
Hollow ambitions in a hollow mind
Carried my cross to the hill

And how I lust for the dance and the fire
Deep of the nectarine sunset to drink
Spill me the wind and its fire
To steal of the colors - I'm the moonshield

Shattered hope became my guide
And grief and pain my friends
A brother pact in a blood-ink penned
Declare my silent end

Naked an dying under worlds of silent stone
Reaching for the moonshield that once upon us shone

And how I lust for the dance and the fire
deep of the nectarine sunset to drink
spill me the wind and its fire
to steal of the colors

I'm the... I'm the... I'm the...
I'm the moonshield

Artifacts Of The Black Rain
Stood there leaning to the city moon,
casting silhouettes tall to grip her white rooms
the black-clad voyeur in his black-clad masque
in the serpentine sun of tragedy basked

Stood there cursing at the soul-dead mass
with their fabled illusions, the vain dreams that passed
splinters of a life rushing by in the whirl
alone, silent warrior in a fantasy world

He cried for night / but night could not come
so, swept in the shroud of misanthropia he went away
and fed the empty galleries
with the artifacts of the black rain
sunken into the shadows with a dry, sardonic smile

He made the footprints a part of his heart
to rouse a sacred confrontation

Stood there carving on the monument to lies
digging of the Earth, making friends with the soil
as the all-mother rises and bares her bleeding thighs
he disappears into her cold, icy womb

Graveland
Mankind - proud conqueror and king
swings its flag of primal glory to the winds
Titans of the power-myth that failed
Neanderthal hunger for the flesh of war so frail

So weak, so hollow-minded
the primat flock responds
the jester race submits

For each day of war is a failure for man,
enslaved in her mordial genes
Illusions bleed from their fetid cores,
bent to their rotten extremes

We, the plague of Terra Firma,
nature's grand and last mistake
plant the poisoned seed of cancer,
set the severed fruits awake
Burning like frozen relics
in god's archaic graveland

Burn the visionaire
Kill the ideaologies
Mankind must die

The doves and the angels return to their graves
with flames on their pestilent wings
while mushroom-clouds haunt their virginwhite skies
to rape their utopian dreams

Living the last days of evolution's end
from the nest of humanity, the graveland vultures rend

Lord Hypnos
I lie in your soothing arms, lord Hypnos
your garmet alive with your song
I lie in your soothing arms, lord Hypnos

Steep the spiral to your far abode,
in the wake of slumber, on visions I rode
and fell like history through the chasm of ages
into the charged, forbidden zones

How I have searched
through a million worlds and faces
yet unaware, I have not found
my own true face, traceless and profound

So, find me in these grandiose halls
where long ago summers eternally fall
and tune the strings of truthful longing
to the frozen music of gods

Hypnagonia's lucid horizons
play with the yearning I've quelled
as I strike towrads the Pantheon
and what therein is held

Dead Eternity
I bid you welcome to my world
They call me existence
You have just entered through the gate
to your journey towards eternity
This part I control
In the beginning you'll fear nothing
As I climb beside you
Time will be your master in this laborious part of
human subsistence
This part I control
Black clouds embraces your soul
Slowly passing through repeating lacunas of anguish
When time takes your life
I wil transfer you into the bare grip of thinking tranquillity
Voices frilling the emptiness of the dead floating
Seamless across the surface into chilling stillness
Nothing can help you now

You'll never be along again
You'll never die again
You'll never be born again
You'll forever be, stuck here in eternity

The Jester Race
Rush faster on the one-way lane
the answers so silent

Rusty gods in their machine-minds armours
grind our souls in the millstone of time
the "deathbed harvest" is dead man's banquet
of mould ridden bread and black, poisoned wine

And we go..our steps so silent
And we go..our blooded trace;
The Jester Race

Calling our to the gathered masses;
their answers so silent

And we go..

Embracing the tools of the neo-wolf age
that speak of silence and silence alone

Offering the tokens, the reliced idols
to the heirs of the newly raped ground
inferior even to the transparent winds
lesser in motion and sound

And we go..

There is no trace of me
in their altered blueprints of life

Gaia impaled on their horns and lances
to fumes from her body give case
as the throng of blind mind savour the scent,
dream-dead from prosaic and hate

Sunwind strokes the electroheart,
ignition roars through the corridors,
stream launching the binary vessels

Vanities in extreme formations
ride into tomorrow's rigid great face
The Machinery outlives the futile scripts
of our dying jester race

December Flower
Towards the rich archaic heavens; towards the lack diorama
you are the artist and the texture
that plays with the mantle of the Earth

When the bleakest of powders
lie rooted to the starched stones
and roots that feed the peaking trees
embrace the sleeping shores

Archaic pearls of sleep and death
the voice of December losing its breath
and the floweryard of whit and grey is haunted

White as the down of flaking snow,
the heroic emblems of life

Green is the color of my death
as the winter-guise I swoop towards teh ground
Green is the landscape of my sorrowfilled passing

We are In Flames,
towards the dead archaic heavens
We are the mantle and the texture
the alters the mantle of the Earth

Dead God In Me
To slit the grinning wounds
from childhood's seven moons
the palette stained with the ejaculated passions
(of forbidden, hedonistic colors...)

Strike from omnipotence; all-seer, all-deemer
and haunt my severed country with your
dripping, secret games

You pick the unripe lilies
deflored and peeled the bleeding petals
made known to me
the grainy stains, the crimson lotus
of the Black-Ash Inheritance,
the semen feed of gods and masters
The worms still in me,
still a part of me,
racing out from leaking rooms,
swoop from broken lungs to block the transmission
to put an end to the nomad years

Father
you are the
dead god in me

Goliaths Disarm Their Davids
Bible arm on social hell
Spins its downward spiral
With each year of unprogression
A fine of failure is added
Closer than ever to the edge
A feat in resident martyrs
Strong objects track my body,
My body down

Eyes, disappearing rebirth of light...
Between a labrynth of errors
And the key to the suicide era
Digging through the graves of giants
Words fly to me
A lonely road, like a promise
Failing miserably
Running through like an alphabet of hate
To shake the entire organism closer than ever,
Ever to the edge

Eyes, disappearing rebirth of light...
Between a labrynth of errors
And the key to the suicide era

I kill for the code to disarm this mess
Of psychotic chaos that once I mixed up myself

Disarm

Gyroscope
Geology is digging through my brain
a manta engulfing the world
to throw it up once again
to a guild of lifted daggers

Neo-wolf, but older again
than the Lupus itself
linked its fur to the gyroscope of time
a collection of failures

A diabolical sequence of stabs
written in cunning stones
from the fossilised den of thieves
our lives die

Neo-wolf, but older again
than the Lupus itself
linked its fur to the gyroscope of time
a collection of failures

I see the nursing all-mother
spitting out a trail of termites
in the mouth of her first-born hope
breasts ripe with smog-filled rebellion

Apathy dressed in violence
white insectoid legs
curse her lips and the mouth
receptive only to pain

Neo-wolf, but older again
than the Lupus itself
linked its fur to the gyroscope of time
a collection of failures

Jotun
[Str�mblad, Gelotte]

I often dream of huge numb buildings
jet-black sinister architecture
being installed when nobody sees
Their appearance so sudden
that few would take notice

And when I wake up
I imagine being crushed by one
imagining it's weight it's silence
and the absence of excuses for a havoced life
and the priviledge of a 22-kilometer tombstone

Jotun

A body of black
that carried no reflection
defying it's own room
un-earthly eggs of decreation

There would be colonies
mushroom-scattered forever out of context
rising spores from a dying world
to pollute to chase away what's left

Sun-white pulverised desert stone
and serpentine lizard mouths
Pales away the pyramids
rewriting 4500 years of history
raping the statue of liberty
outplays the acropolis
inverting the fjords
invades the N.Y. skyline to
dream it's own existence in one single final word

Jotun

Can we identify them
as the flint buried in our reptile skulls
or the time-bomb coded in our dna

Food For The Gods
[Ljungstr�m, Gelotte, Str�mblad]

Shame marries the guilt
introduces itself to the
concept of total loneliness
Sensations repressed
make friends with
Suicidia and
here the leeches begin to
suck away the lust for life

Thus
Escape takes lead
into a world unknown uncontrolled by all
where border are erased and potential infinite
Chosen cells glands and transmittors
blast the body with joy
Astral feet running
up to dimension covered with gold
stairs of glowing ectoplasma
safir onyx and buzzing vibrations
A dead man banquet
food for the gods

There's only 1 real world
our earth is but a shadow
Created from a child's heart a living jewel
from now on abode for a soul in its setting

Now
sutting the bloodline
re-tie the bleeding roots
to a heavenly ship of glass
and let it drift in passive arrogance
in a one-word dialogue with the stars