Watain - Trident Wolf Eclipse [Full Album]

Lyrics to Trident Wolf Eclipse [Full Album] by Watain

Tracklist: 01. Nuclear Alchemy Fire at will! Arsonists of Lucifer Conflagration sworn Heed the flames command Let the holocaust commence Angel of the sulphur pit Tread forth, from the gas cloud We toil to fuel the fire Such is our sacred fate Til black smoke rise at heavens gate All that was burning again now must be Nuclear Alchemy onward! Tidal wave of alkahest Disruptions holy force Cloaked within the darkness of the world Burst forth! Cremators of the crucifix With vitriol in heart But first our flesh must burn To flame our minds must turn Until we stand erected Perfected and prepared Like spearheads of Satan's host Attack! All that was burning again now will be Nuclear Alchemy Transform! Aspire! By the fire of will and the will of the fire Nuclear Alchemy Pyromaniac witchcraft 02. Sacred Damnation VIOLENCE! IN HOLY BRIMSTONE PLUMED WILD DESTRUCTION SOVEREIGN THE BEAST SUBLIME A WOLF UPON THE RIDGE AT NIGHT HUNGRY IS THE DARK FROM WHERE EXTENDS THE RADIANT BLADE HELD STEADILY AT MY THROAT IT HAS SHARPENED MY VOICE SO THAT IT onE DAY MAY PIERCE WHATEVER STANDS BEFORE ME RAISED FROM AFFLICTION TO THE MIGHTY HALLS IN VENERATION OF THE DEVILGOD RESONATING AS THE HEAVENS FALL BORN OF THE POWER THAT AUTHORS THE VEHEMENCE OF THE COBRAS THRUST AND THE WILLINGNESS IN THE BLIND PERDITION OF THE STORM IN CRUELTY SO UTTERLY PRECISE A LEPROUS SMILE BEHIND EACH PROPHETS NECK THE ETERNAL CURSE A BLACK WOUND HISSING IN THE CHRIST FLESH SO WE MAKE OUR OFFERING WITH VOICE AND BLADE ALIKE FROM THE FLAMES OF SACRIFICE A SULPHUROUS SCENT FROM AFFLICTION TO THE MIGHTY HALLS TO THE KINGDOM OF THE DEVILGOD WHERE FREEDOM IS THE onLY LAW OF IRON WILL IS THE ANVIL WROUGHT ANOINTED WITH THE BLOOD OF TYRANTS IN SACRED FLAME OUR VENGEANCE FORGED onE SINGLE STAB TO PENETRATE THE ARMOR OF OUR FOES AS TRUTH IS TOLD, THEIR LAWS DENIED THEIR HEAVEN SPENT, DAMNATION SANCTIFIED 03. Teufelsreich ...Ruins Of origin unknown Towering above our heartlands Beneath celestial malignment As star collide with star Over a terror ridden Bethlehem A scarlet moon Shall shine upon A fallen Babylon Where no morn shall dawn The silence of the prophets And their severed tongues; "Omerta'..." For dark are they indeed The depths we now must traverse Steeply they stretch into night unmapped Where stars like lidless eyes gleam From deep down there Returning my stare Until fearless into that abyss I may fall And the flames of the altar rise A scarlet moon Shall shine upon A fallen Babylon In churning seas the ash outpoured And thus I lay my head Upon heaving earth And abondon myself in the fever of dreams In search of... 04. Furor Diabolicus Come winds of force, brandish your scepter Slash through the cobwebs of time Blow the dust away From the tombs and from the shrine Like riots that stir in the heart of men Such must be the work of our kin Peaceless, restless, ceaseless Destruction! Of all that tie us down Whatever blocks the path Riotous procession from the abyss Predatory pilgrim fiends Stalwart leather rebels stamp Triumphant Satanist march Subterranean outbreak, upheaval of submission And their inevitable fall Black rattle the banner Against the heavens of the heart Where demons soar And thunder roars At Satan's call Furor Diabolicus - Eruption's Ascension Furor Diabolicus - Wrath of the Gods No escape and yet you fly A will to live that soon will die Furor Diabolicus - Madness of the Abyss Furor Diabolicus - Breathing Chasm Depths Wild and fierce, the storm is coming No time for when and how Did you think it would wait forever? The time is now Come winds of force, brandish your scepter Slash through the cobwebs of time Blow the dust away From the tombs and from the shrines Like riots that stir in the heart of men Such must be the work of our kin Peaceless, restless, ceaseless Furor Diabolicus 05. A Throne Below Downwards, search and you shall find Certain as the setting sun was so descent But the deeps are old and without end There's more than darkness in them More than a heart may hold More than man may learn Before the eyes of a god In judgement stern Down there You shall reap what you have sown There flow the rivers of our being out of sight Into never ending night All we have ever known All that was and is to come And all which never came to pass In that abyss alike extinguished Down there All that a heart may hold All that man may learn In that piercing light To ashes turn Yet without fear We must journey there And stand erect Before the lidless stare 06. Ultra (Pandemoniac) What madness stirs in the depths of the dark? Ever so near... Like forlorn beasts of prey stalking their captor Unholy revenants Manifestation of the curse that gnaws Like shards in the folds of flesh Sanctity begotten in damnations womb Abominations in the presence of whom The fertile seeds of iniquity deep in the heart Begin to germinate and take form Eyes for teeth and teeth for eyes Teeth that see and eyes that bite Through the gates of the night Wild and free - The Power Pandemoniac Their trail is marked by a residue of nameless rage And the severed hands of the thieves that sway In winds that howl forevermore through the abyss And rise at will Up from the Netherworld 07. Towards the Sanctuary I am he that move in the valleys Of the damned, making haste Persistent like the rasps at chains of the world Into perpetual dementia the crossroads twirl Here at the eye of the storm But from an unusual tree my cane was cut And it is ever by my side Wherever leads the trail Whatever burden that oppress the heart Where sorrows thrive And shadows linger everlasting on vacant thrones Behold a river aflow Winding and twisting, back to its source There goes our way Through everlasting decay To where the Temple stands eternally Ours is a path of power Edged by the remmants of the slain Long have we walked upon it But ours is the patience of the pilgrim Who journeys against the tide Ever towards the Sanctuary Beyond the shores of life and Death For it has made me a defier of every law That robs my kind of liberty and grace I am he that move in the valleys of the damned And none shall lessen my pace Besieged, expired and undone The waste, from whence I am gone Behold the last of stars ascend To mark the return To the night without end Where goes our way Through everlasting decay To where, the Temple stands eternally In words, in deed In scars that ever bleed on towards the Sanctuary forever Ours in triumph and eternal Death 08. The Fire of Power Behold the arrow from a Devil's bow Come cutting like a comet through the aether Risen from low lands by the gusts of yet deeper tracts A singular light in extension Ascending now, on a course by will assigned To illuminate the darkness of the mind A fire of organic divine The fire The fire of power A luminous procession through aeons of night Ever onward 'neath the Lodestar Against the winds, against the law of our times Kindlers 'of the flame, pilgrims of the dark Who do not fear to walk the way the vultures fly Towards destruction and doom Arms outstretched and willingly consumed By fire The fire of power "For thou hast said in thy heart, I will ascend into heaven And exalt my throne above the stars; until seated upon the Mount of Gods, in the uttermost north:" on a mount overlooks the known world Stands a solitary man Silent in the storm, with his bow in hand once a barren desert, now a sea of flames And eventually but embers So the fire of power becomes the fire of the end Reddening the ruins of the earth Now bow unto the merciless redeemer Of fire The fire of power The fire of a God 09. Antikrists Mirakel Mörk var döden kom den klädd i damm ur tid fabrikens stål Ur himlavalvets tomma katedral ständigt tågandes mot Intighetens salta vildhav bortom tanke och ord bakom Kött och blod viner vindar vars skapare är de sväljande Bråddjupens andetag i vilka hemligheter ligger strängt Glimrande evigt dolda från mandjurets flackande blick Och dess flämtande facklor tränger ej ner under gravens Mull ständigt trånande i hopplöst hopp om irrblossens Vägledning för visst finns något bortom berget och Blommorna och sången i sanning bortom stjärnorna vild Och evig äro längtan dit där nattens svepning över Brinnande hjärtan svalkande viskar de oroliga till evig Sömn och nattherdarnas spöklika sång som de galna skola Följa likt svavelrökens slöjor i blodgråt och förtvivlan Ty gömda ting som offrats vid midnatt skall falla i Glömska och dess andar hemsöka den nysådda jordens Böljande rötter slingrandes i barnets drömmar om Brinnande vildmark där själar vigs åt avgrundens Vidöppna giftgap mot vars helvetesportar åven djuren Skall falla på knä vid de yttersta utmarkernas Slaktplatser förmultnandes i bedjan för sällsamma äro de Makter som bedriver sitt spel i hemsökt gravjord och Uråldriga i sin bottenlöshet förankrade i dödsrikets Djupaste schakt genom vener och lemmar irrandes på den Krokiga vägen mot förintelsen längs vilken kranium Hänger som lockbeten utanför horhusen dränkta i larmet Av världsalltets oupphörliga utplåning dånandes ut i Oändlighetens mörker tills dess att natten upplyses av ett Spoklikt sken som spred sig i dalen som en skogsbrand och Från dess mitt sköt en klippa mot himmelen ett berg av Okände rot en tornande skugga från ohelig ort bärandes på Vedergällningens eld så skall mordängeln komma... Från järnhamn till askstrand drar landmassorna vidare Mot undergången darrande som evig jordbävning av Längtan hastandes mot stupan under en forblodd mane Blek som änglalik går färden bland törnar mot en Våldsamt flammande horisont över missväxtens ängar Skola den skina på en stinkande avgudabild rest för att Befrukta den gamla världens själ så låt de saliga vittna om Herren Antikrists mirakel och fördärvsmakternas prakt när Okända himlakroppar bildar järtecken runt hjärtats Svarta böld kokandes i blodets raseri hos fjättrade Vilddjur vars tid snart skall komma då illusionernas Skimmer och fåfängans ljus fördunklas av Svartänglavingarnas vidsträckta omfamning Tillintetgjort i framtidens rike där slavar döps i sina Härskares blod i skenet av facklorna där behornade Skuggor dansar i den täta dimman på helgonens leriga Gravar och ulven går lös i gnistrande snö där hämnden är Ljuv och vart andetag räknas dit går min väg