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THE HERETIC
Music by K. Perälä
Lyrics by G. Ågren
I will read a poem by Gösta Ågren
A Scandinavian groundbreaker of metaphysical modernism
And the poem is called...
The Heretic!
He is lonely and strong as a burning candle
In a closed grave Wrapped in his ragged wings
He flies over the sorrowfully resting heights
The sky condenses to a smoking pyre; under his mighty god
The sky condenses to a smoking pyre; under his mighty god (he goes into Occitania)
But the flight is a prison, where his persecutors
Shout down his words
With the help of his own footsteps
He stops...
The wood is being stacked; the fire will brighten to song
The wood is being stacked; the fire will brighten to song
Death is only a storm
He stops
Only now, in the cold sack of the death sentence
His body sealed by fetters
Does he dare to rule!
No words any more obscure his message
No words any more obscure his message!
I will read you another poem by Gösta Ågren
This one is called:
Archaic sculpture!
This body is gentle as a cheek
With its soft smile the marble figure
Caresses itself, but around it
The waves are bloody with sunrise
And soon the face will be turned
Into a grinning fist of fear
The body's trance be split with painful ropes of strength
Europe will begin!
And no one anymore remember a secret
The whispering of stone!
Man was open, not a face
The beginning surrounded him...
...dense as sleep He was not a name
Tensely listening to heart's pulsating ballad
He was the tree, the figure
And the sea's waiting and the sun's cry
He was deep inside the marble
Its low clock!
WHISPERS OF A NAMELESS FEAR
Music by T. Reinikka
Lyrics by T. Perälä
Vast, thick shadows of fear
Have wandered the lands of our forefathers
And evermore they shall wander
For there is dreadful hatred amongst us
In this madness still
I can find tranquillity
I wander upon majestic fjells
But the shadows lengthen behind me
I wish Darkness would wrap us
With his cloak of grey
And cover our pitious mortal souls
The whispers of a nameless fear!
Naming thy fellow man the scapegoat
Seems to be the only solution
Fighting fire with fire!
Modern man's self-soul-pollution!
"We will tear your soul apart!"
What movie is that line from?
Yup, Hellraiser!
Mankind's final doom is at hand
Soon the day will be done
Evildoers face the inevitable closure
And the Grim Reaper sharpens his tool of deliverance
No sound, no nothing
Only dead silence
A clear dawn after the darkest hour
And Death travels back to his realm
He whistles an awkward tune
It tells of his last triumph
The pale face of a little child
The calm gaze on an old man's face
REVEREND HOLOCAUST
Music by K. Perälä
Lyrics by T. Perälä
The burning sick Sun sinks to the land of shadows
The mourning of the suffering The last beams of light hurt their eyes
Verminous creatures crawl at the root of a dead tree
The howling of the forgotten The nightfall and the mist
"We shall see through their eyes
We shall burn them out of lies"
The earth starts to rumble beneath my toes
As I wander in the mist
I hear a strange choir
Figures of white in the night of charcoal black
I hear the sea surge
Wrathful wind of Weathertop is in the air
As dark clouds gather
I flee into hiding
Black clouds of Thor above a forlorn land
The silence of the dead The calm before the storm...
And blood is shed
It covers the green of earth
The stench of death soars vile and dense in the air
Silent black water
Reflects the horrors of night
The grim within!
And those covered in blood
Feel something not of this world
A priest sways mindlessly
In his black rope on the burial ground
Shrieks empty words of Revelation
And vomits all over the graves
Purified of filth is this civilisation
Purified of your ***' evil deeds!
Havoced landscapes
As far as eye can see
Only one is standing
Alone on these demolished planes
Reverend Holocaust The undead shadow warrior
Of the past stands proud and still
"This storm will never end as long as I'm here
The *** Sun will not shine the water won't turn to wine!"
And blood is shed
It covers the green of earth
The stench of death
Soars vile and dense in the air
Brütal.
Killed by Death!
Obscure rehearsal footage! Recorded with a toaster (it seems).
720p, my ***!
Wicked-sounding cymbals \m/
Antti Tuisku!!
"Riding on Horse of Hades"
I know what you are thinkin'...
"Are those guitars in tune?"
Oppi fjellet!
Anyone?
You know. Valhalla, vikings and ***...
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