The Ruins Of Beverast - Exuvia [Full Album]

Lyrics to Exuvia [Full Album] by The Ruins Of Beverast

Tracklist: 01. Exuvia The forests of earth should not frighten me But o Mother Gaea, what is this light? Mother Gaea, all those visions - my blood boils! Through feculent warmth I creep on ancient soil Recollection so vivid Let me chant in intoxication... I shall rest here forevermore. Gaia speaks: "...and what if I told you That we've been on a glade here And the grim trees ahead Are none of my creatures And those golden rays are not thrown from a sun And your necrotic scales merely struggle through lava ...would your eyes turn cloudy?" 02. Surtur Barbaar Maritime At night, the storms gripped our fleet Arctic monuments burst asunder Never surrender the choir of Gods With beasts on our side we enter land Do not ever dare to roam the sacred grove unchained Now, as your path is lost, Crawl... Hordes o hordes...destroy the temples of the North We shall set sails ahead! We are now presentees on the ship of the fertile Vanr Offered a fest of slaughtered goats Bare the precious marrow, bawl with strength Midgard is ours, ad arma! Surrender your limbs to the wrath of Midgard's defenders Now, as your motion flags, Crawl... Hordes o hordes...as bones of the beasts of burden crack We shall set sails ahead! Barren shores loom, wretches bark at a devoured moon Now, as the wolf's unleashed, Crawl! 03. Maere (On a Stillbirth's Tomb) Draws the dusk through the eyes of an insect Salivates for the whore Echidna Thirsty glance up the sunlit towers Leaves it doomed and broken in the end She is no deity, no saviouress Not in her monumental splendour Not in her ashen malice And as the Maere on a stillbirth's tomb once again, her virgin dress is draped with shreds of flesh Mildewed prison, candlelit barely The whore Echidna, suckling A salacious glare in its eyes Sore limbs, sore teats, savage tongue... She is no deity, no saviouress Not in her monumental splendour Not in her ashen malice And as the Maere on a stillbirth's tomb once again, her virgin dress is draped with shreds of flesh Regurgitate with greed She won't let it starve.. Six legs lead it astray...in circles...astray...in circles...astray...astray...astray...astray... Has it now passed the years that could have left it blind...? 04. The Pythia's Pale Wolves Our proud Arkadia celebrates tonight All circles ablaze with torchlight Our masked, splendorous patron Shall stare into the lidless eyes of our cattle Betimes... Zeus...burn my mind! Sing, Priestess, sing! Your eyes, your chant, your ecstasy! Pythia, sing to me! Zeus...punish me! Dance, Priestess, dance! Your herbs, your breath, all agony! O Pythia, pour it all over me... 05. Towards Malakia This map's dead point Grows in the eye of abhorrence Old and yellow vellum Will you guide me? Rise as an avenger Cast your grey and brown Aspirate your bewitching tone Flood your moats with acid Let me ennoble your brave disciples on waves like flames Await my coming Ablaze yet silent Malakia. 06. Takitum Tootem! (Trance) Thrones...as far as the eye can reach...thrones Rotting ungarnished, an unsavoury patina As if it was given a genuine voice In a strident elegy for the shame of Kings Bones...a landscape of bones Here, at the junction of old roads, old dust raised Welcome our Kings in their iron chariots Acclaim them in humility, and form a guard of honour Skeletons of the underbrush Beasts of the mountains Ghosts of the sea Bury your hearts in obedient silence! Pride devours pride King devours king Dynasties of miserable sleep - Finally haunted by animal eyes Finally fallen! Here, at the very end of all bacchanal frenzy Behold our Kings - naked, ashamed, abased Hubris! Hubris! Hubris! No nightmare left undreamt Hubris! Hubris! Hubris!