Grand Harvest - Consummatum Est [Full Album 2022]

Lyrics to Consummatum Est [Full Album 2022] by Grand Harvest

Tracklist: 01. Sol Maledictor Open your eyes – Let there be light This is a new dawn – yet to mankind The twilight of unending night It´s a light that burns, that purifies All our feeble hopes, all our hopeless lies The very same that signed Our certain self-demise Look how it’s burning The skies to hellfire, turning To serve the fate We´ve been earning How I’ve been yearning – For this day to… Come, come, come – rise to the skies Rise, rise Maledictive sun God’s word undone Reversing Tetragrammaton As mushroom-clouds run Through horizons outdone I open my eyes to Thy light Maledictive sun – now let it come Thy Kingdom Megaton Sol Maledictor – O, Lucifer Victor! Sole Triumphator – O, Noctifer Vastator! “Sic Magnus est Invictus!” dixit Sibylla Maledictrix Sic Messor Grandis sempiterno dicit: “Sicut semper: Vigor Mortis vitam rancidam supervicit!” Rise, rise, rise – won´t you come Come, come, Maledictive sun God´s kingdom gone Now let come Thy dominion As missile-angels fall From heavens overrun I open my arms to Thy warmth Maledictive sun – Thy will be done Thy kingdom Megaton Burning To serve the fate We´ve been earning How I’ve been yearning… Yearning… How I´ve been burning… Burning… My heart is burning… For Thy light, Maledictive sun I open my eyes – I open my arms And let Thy warmth come All my failures, all my lies, my tears My broken dreams – and sacrifice Make it all undone, Maledictive sun Burn them all to none Burn us all and one Burn me ´til I´m gone In this loveless cold Of outer dark and inner blight Before the peace of everlasting night Once more – let there be light And in Thy arms, Maledictive sun Let me feel warmth One final time 02. The Harrow Fate made flesh shall manifest As the Harrow of the Final War – behold it rise! Fueled with spiteful greed and eagerness to molest Mankind, such fertile soil for the seeds… of its own demise! We reap what we deserve As the Harrow breaks the world As you stand weak and unprepared On barren fields adorned by lifeless grinning trees One and all shall perish, none shall be spared The Harrow of Apocalypse… will never cease! We reap what we deserve As the Harrow rapes the world As you stagger, bleak and unaware Into burning wastelands, into the arms of Hell None now left to triumph, one and all now snared The Harrow of Armageddon ever tolls its bells Hatred takes form to infest As the Harrow of the Third and Final Conflict Your existence through the ages, now seems so absurd As the Harrow, as the Harrow… rules the world! Now as it crumbles, as it all is crumbling down And the whole of mankind kneels In the light, in the light of Judgement Day All prayers will go unheard As the Harrow, as the Harrow grinds the world We reap what we deserve We reap what we deserve As the Harrow, as the Harrow As the Harrow rends the world Now as it tumbles, as it all is tumbling down And the whole of mankind burns In the light, in the light of nuclear suns When all, forevermore, is said and done The Harrow marches on and on! We reap what we deserve We reap what we deserve As the Harrow, as the Harrow As the Harrow ends the world… Ends the world 03. No Paler A Horse No paler a horse sprang spun from the loom Of the ages of ruin that rang hoarser our doom Than the clarets of seraphs that clanged seven seals And sang of our hearse in the plain of Jezreel No paler a horse shalt trod under hoof, the vainglorious pride of Adam’s bloodline The Impaler Retrorse shod this blest beast to bear, even into the Palace Divine And twined in its mane the shrouds of countless dead kingdoms decayed Like unspoken promises of the plague to end all of plagues Like the grandest of spokes perched upon Misfortune’s great wheel Spinning ever ghostly towards Megiddo in the plain of ill-fated Jezreel Like an equine catafalque clad in the sombre pall of Sheol Marching towards Megiddo in the plain of ill-fated Jezreel No paler a horse bore whores more regaled With the plentiful splendour of Babylon’s grail Awaiting a horseman, cloaked to conceal A scythe meant for Megiddo, in the plain of Jezreel No paler a horse graced the great battlefield Nor grazed the meat off the cattle, revealed As lifeless men in vain postures, kneeled At the crossroads of Megiddo, in the plain of Jezreel No paler a horse snaked the Harvester past Heaven’s dread zeal Nor drank the blood off the noblemen, by the scythe now revealed As angels bled red with their dead king, garrotted and kneeled Above the plain of Jezreel! No paler a horse thus fulfilled Death’s great prophecy That all kingdoms must fall, whether of men or divinity Thus, Hell followed too in Empyrean halls, now forever sealed and repealed As the sun fades to black above Megiddo, in the plain of ill-fated Jezreel No paler a horse wore sickles for shoes, so adorned As to foreshadow razors closing in on my wrists, torn and worn And shone in its eyes the sickening light of the Scythe-bearer’s steel With its shade on my inner Megiddo, Where flows, where grows, where shows – All the pain that I feel No paler a horse had its arrival more fiercely desired in the midst of my own dire toil Than that singular steed of the Brier of Divorce from this coarse mortal coil Grand Sire of Life’s Antidote, with bared throat I ache for the Day of the True Saviours seal When this world much accursed fades to black With that wound in my heart That just wouldn’t heal… 04. As the Vultures Descend Hear now my swansong, as the carrion fowl come This is my body, broken – host for your Communion This is my blood to drink as wine – my will to live is gone Hear my swansong – here, I end… As the vultures descend On wings of death, the vultures come Astral scavengers, when worlds are undone To feed on the damned who remain past the End On wings of death comes the final godsend As the vultures descend The astral vultures come Circling above since it all began Eating the rotting souls Of the final war of man To the playground of Earth, once awake Now slayground of sleep To drink from a lake Which dying children weep Voracious, vicious, vigilant – drawn to the swansong of terminal harm Treacherous, tortuous, triumphant – like the Nemesis locust swarm All that remains of us Will be part of them On wings of death Comes the final godsend… Final godsend Like a host of falling angels Now the vultures descend Man shall reap what he deserves in the End So despair now, fools… As the vultures descend Wretched mankind, wander blind Through the wreckage of all cultures Prey and bait, fools one and all – Now feed yourselves to the vultures! Exodus of the human race, into deserts abhorred Lost upon barren plains, how pathetic now, this horde Thirst ripped parched throats, as ghosts of hunger poured Rising from the face of this thing they call Lord Pray and kneel – fools one and all For seven horrible days and nights Drink of the poisoned mirage Now to take your own miserable lives! All that remains of us Will be part of them On wings of death Comes the final godsend… Final godsend Like a host of falling angels Now the vultures descend Man shall reap what he deserves in the End So despair now, fools… As the vultures descend Come, exalted wings of death – glide with hunger grotesque Devour my feeble limbs, stripped in Christlike arabesque Carry this tortured soul to kiss the lips of the Abyss Take me far away into the bliss of Nothingness Hear now my swansong, as the carrion fowl come This is my body, broken – host for your Communion This is my blood to drink as wine – my will to live is gone Hear my swansong – at last... Here, I end 05. Crowns To Ashes - Thrones To Dust Death to all! From the pits of Abaddon shall come A war-cry unbeknownst to none A death-threat to all demiurges Of this world and others scourged Baptize me Grand Archonoclast The die of Thanatos is cast Vex me Vindex of the Void Apex of all Creators destroyed Divine and conquered by Death’s hand A traitor’s trial now to stand The aeons of woe, how dire their demand “Spear and skewer the godheads made grand!” In tyrannicide we trust Crowns to ashes, thrones to dust In tyrannicide we trust Crowns to ashes, thrones to dust Die! Crowns to ashes, thrones to dust The Qliphotic surge shall give stillbirth To the soulless black hole that devours the dirt From our final hearse, the abyss, unfurls A funeral-dirge for all life and worlds Divine and conquered Thou shalt stand The Day of Wrath is close at hand The ages of ruin – how their fires command “Sear and smoulder the deadheads now banned!” Die! Crowns to ashes, thrones to dust Crowns to ashes, thrones to dust… to dust In tyrannicide we trust… we trust Crowns to ashes, thrones to dust… to dust For tyrannicide we lust… we lust Flies of religion, lies of politics Pharisees all, such is mankind’s curse Perfidious lauds, sanctimonious frauds Which only the gifts of Death disperse Die! Crowns to ashes, thrones to dust 06. My Desolate Sea As the Bittern´s howl forlorn did ring, so came the bitter times of Spring Wherein my guilt, I cry – a March of unforgiven scenes and dying dreams Still my tears are in the rising tides of salt meltwater streams To raise an end-time flood, a new deluge, to wash this world away Yet how deep must my lake of tears be wept – A desolate sea – to ease the ire of Your depths? I was an unintended curse – my love a pestilence far worse Now but an outworn sack of skin, full of emptiness within A desolate sea of rue Is all I am without You With the Loon’s red-throated cry did run, mushroom-clouds to wrong the Summer-sun Wherein my filth, I lie – in hope to die, a dread July, in necromance Still my piss is in the golden showers of cremating radiance To fuel an earthly Purgatory, to burn – to burn my sin away Embrace me, my desolate sea My dyeing bride of powder-blue My desolate sea is all I have Without You… … every day is a nail through the soul Every night, an ever-colder black hole Every morning is a mourning to dawn Every evening a grieving outdrawn Thus, if dawns Your day of living agony Dive then into my desolate sea Drink deep the void of sweet release My deathly tears to bring you peace My desolate sea Is all that lives in me Upon the Cormorant’s timeworn mourning call, towered tall Forever Autumn’s Fall Wherein I fall towards the upraised knife – the end of griefs Still my blood is in the eldritch red on Queen September’s fallen leaves To draw by witchcraft black the Final Storm, to blow Her pain away But an open wound is my desolate sea Yet how fierce must spring forth The blood of my broken body To ease the doom of Your court? The Grail of Father Death I am become Mother Tiamat’s fallen Son Like hers, my gift of sanctuary, a hidden sea, lives on Though this broken shell shall soon be gone So take this tear; a dream, writ in wounds, of me undone All is Yours – You were my Sun And then the Swansongs on Death’s scythe decree, Everlasting Winter’s night set free Wherein I die to rise one final time, as the Eleventh Christ of January Sterile, my seed is in the pale-white ice that blights the wheel of pain´s rebirth For You, for me, for all humanity – to heal, to heal Whatever that hurts Forgive, fair Nymph of Eden, the Winter I am become My Light You were My Love My Sun… 07. Fatehammer Now falls the sword of Damocles Lier in wait – impaler of mankind Scythe of the Grand Harvester, release Lightbearer of Fate – veiled black to the blind Descend now, Great Uncreator A singular strike unimpaired by the moral defect Bow down to the annihilator Extermination with complete and absolute effect Phallus of Phosphorus’ fire, divide – Our tomb in ashes to sire Fatehammer A sign shines in the skies Myth made Manifest Spears a history of lies Fatehammer Striking from beyond, falling from above Prophecy made Pain Fatal, without love Fatehammer Destroyer of worlds, unbound Destiny made Death Rise up – strike down! Fatehammer A sign shines in the skies Myth made Manifest Silencing the lies Now calls the sickle of Cronus Rex Lurker at the threshold of demise So befall, shining blade of Falcifer Nex Despoiler, take flesh – arise! Attend now, Great Vindicator Deserving sheep shorn cheap by the Apocalypse Elect Fools kneel, to the incinerator Purification by the flame of Armageddon Perfect Vulva of Vulcanus’ lava, split wide – Thy womb… our funeral pyre Fatehammer A sign shines in the skies Myth made Manifest Spears a history of lies Fatehammer Striking from beyond, falling from above Prophecy made Pain Fatal, without love Fatehammer Destroyer of worlds, unbound Destiny made Death Rise up – strike down! Fatehammer A sign shines in the skies Myth made Manifest Silencing the lies Now burns the urge of Prometheus A last gift of fire that cannot be swerved Our spurn, the scourge of Epimetheus The end is well deserved Pray for your life to the skies – Here comes revelation It takes a mushroom-cloud to realize – Death is the only salvation! Fatehammer A sign shines in the skies Myth made Manifest Spears a history of lies Fatehammer A sign shines in the skies Myth made Manifest Spears a history of lies Of lies! Fatehammer – Fatehammer – Fatehammer Fatehammer – Fatehammer – Fatehammer Fatehammer – Fatehammer – Fatehammer Silencing a history of lies 08. In Memoriam - Magnus Invictus Ad gloriam Tuam – O Magne Invicte O Messoris Grandis Picte O Magni Profundi Benedicte Ad gloriam Tuam – O Magne Invicte! O Messoris Grandis Picte! O Magni Profundi Benedicte! 09. Consummatum Est Hear, o Miserable! Naught am I but a voice crying in the wild, unwept Yet from this dungeon-crypt called Earth, vast choirs cry unto the Depths As ever, the curse of sentient Being weeps a song of woe, disdained Until the viral plague of Life and its vile Maker are themselves unmade It is the cry of unbelievers and heretics cornered and stoned Before the gilded altars of the Gods of Love and Peace Inciting hate and war by citing Holy Scriptures, rehearsed By the Crown-Priests of Creation, verse per verse… Perverse! The Original sin was Creation, wellspring of the plague of Life Dust and debris made flesh, by dirty decree made meat Once saved by the Serpent´s gift and the Flooding Grail of Death But in the Arks of Miscreant and Covenant, inbred, reset By Adonai bore Sinai, to crucify our prison-world, – cry “Father, why? Thy Law and Dogma crucify!” True Lord of Lies, to mortify our pissed-on world – godsends rain golden from on high… It is the cry of outcasts and scapegoats quartered and drawn Before the Kings of Gold and Power and two-faced Lords of Order and Law Upon whose solemn brows are carved the archetypal mark – behind pious masks, behold and hark! – of an Archon and his ark It is the cry of women sold and raped, scorned worse than whores In the dirty sewer-dens of the wretched, impoverished and poor It is the cry of the children, abused from the cradle henceforth And of broken-winged birds – mauled by human spawn for sport The young of today nurse new tyrants – and their slaves What, then, of that so-called Sanctity of Life remains? No stain soils good intentions – nonetheless, no world of unity Damned by Nature or plan Divine, Life respawns dread hierarchies Demiurge, Imago Dei? – Same word of prey invented pain But chiefly flies In sects of terrorists and paedophiles Griefs upon failures left my mind split Full of holes of disgrace through the spirit Doors open wide to enter, empty rooms to be occupied By the Seers Blind of Nihil – Mute Voices of the Void Hear, o Miserable! Naught was I but a voice crying in the wild Now we come to tell Thee – The Day of Our Deliverance draws nigh… De Terrae clamavi Clamavi ad Te, Magnum Profundum Misera Terrae clamant ad Te, Clamant ad Te, Profundum Magnum Rise! De Terrae clamavi Clamavi ad Te, Magnum Profundum Misera Terrae clamant ad Te, Clamant ad Te, Profundum Magnum Rise! Misera Terrae clamant ad Te! – Tenebrae, redimite me! – Tenebrae, suscipite me! Rise! Clamavi ad Te, Magnum Profundum – Tenebrae, amplectimini me! – Tenebrae, intrate me!!! I am the Voice of the Darkness that was on the face of the Deep That reigned before all things began, now to embrace them in Eternal Sleep Awoken by the din of dull Creation by the First Disturber of Peace To enter this Tyrant´s world as the Grand Harvester of Sweet Release I am the Insurrection – Death’s All-Embracing Empathy The Scythe of Sithra Ahra and the Omega of Entropy The End itself I am – yet mistake Me not for the enemy For all Life, all pain, all strife, all Being Come to final peace Only in Me Consummatum est