Последний Рассвет

Лето в зените,
Полночь темна.
Звезды темнеют,
Всходит луна,
В небо выводит
Свиту планет.
Брызжет холодный
На воду свет.

Но там, где встает солнце и озаряет даль,
Там криком разорвется чернеющая сталь.
Распустит крылья воли, закроет тенью свет,
Сольется вместе с болью

последний наш рассвет.

Во тьме изначальной
Чуть зрим, но согрел с вышины
Он душу, которой
Так больно от взора
Бесстрастной и близкой луны.

No Existence

Видения
Тускнеет огонь, растворяясь во мраке
Нависшей, больной пустоты...
И просит безмолвно её, угасая,
Его сохранить следы...
Но ветер задует остывшее пламя,
Враз пепел развеяв во тьме...
Но он превратится в листву под ногами,
Гниющей в холодной воде.

Холодные руки нависли как ветви,
Не видя дальнейших преград,
Часы, не ходившие долгое время,
Шагают безмолвно назад.
Сетями из пыли окутаны башни,
Сливаясь с прозрачной луной,
И здесь не наступит желанное утро -
Разорвана ночь тишиной...

Charis

Beauty dies of beauty,
Love of love.
In the fever of our waiting,
We were deceived
Without deceivers,
Without betrayers.

A mirror waits for your face
And I have been awaiting you

----------------------------------------

Ethereal Journeys

Vaste oceane stellate, virgo omnis malefici,
Est hospes mirus se mergens in sinum tuum.
Creaturam tuam custodi,
tempestate ignem arce,
Quem non restinguere potes.
Venit Lucifer!
Venit angelus mortis!

Luciferian Revolution!

Far beyond the sky,
Far beneath the heavens,
Where once before I died,
To perpetuate my hymen...

...with a star...
Heading for the open sky... where the flames
never dared to come...
The rays of the moon linking
the spheres... the molochian comets...

During my ethereal journeys,
With celestial glory and pride,
I will celebrate the day
When you become my bride.

To rape the shining stars in the secrets
of the dying light.
The starred delights will enrapture
my soul to insanity.
Rapturous elevation frightening
the God of Light.
I tear the flowers of the sky,
The firmaments of stars embosomed
in His Creation,
But the starlit ocean will not quench my
thirst for their glowing nectar:
I drained the wine of a thousand suns.

Sanctus, sanctus, sanctus,
Dominus deus sabaoth,
Pleni sunt caelum et terra gloria tua.
Hosanna in excelsis.

You are the light, I am the flame,
The freezing blow of my thoughts
unburns me
And I am dying but cannot die.

The divine has deserted the altar
Where your pain is multuplied in the prism
Of my lust witnessed by the stars.
The delight burns at its paroxism.

To rape the shining stars in the secrets
of the dying light.
The starred delights will enrapture
my soul to insanity.
Rapturous elevation frightening
the God of Light.
I was made the Morningstar,
Embowered from the night...
God of Lie, I am the Prince of Darkness,
the Star of Mourning
Hunting the light of salvation.

O Domine,
Dona nobis vim, ut eum oppugnemus.
In nos luminem perpetuum fundi iube.

You took the fire in my eyes
When I was starving of light.
You take delights in my cries
For I am dying but cannot die.

While entrusting the flame
to a celestial abyss,
I will get drunk of screaming and of pain,
And the silence and the night
will move at last unto me.

Far beyond the sky,
Far beneath the heavens
Where once before I died,
To perpetuate my hymen...
With a star!

Once again the priest is messing
may the god bless us all.
The fog is here again
that'll complete this funeral.
From a place empty of life.
Only dead trees are growing hear
as it comes from a far
Only dead treas are growing hear
............Funeral Fog
............Funeral Fog
............Funeral Fog
............Funeral Fog
-Музыка, царящая атмосфера, великолепно отражают содержание текста, рисуют мрачные картины в воображении!

Добавлено (26.02.2008, 19:19)
---------------------------------------------
Кому надо - перевод:
"Похоpонный Туман"
Каждый pаз в этом году
Этот темный туман будет появляться
Он поднимается из гpобниц
Чтобы забpать еще одну жизнь, котоpая будет pядом
В центpе Тpансильвании
Вся естественная жизнь исчезла очень давно
Он тонкий и такой кpасивый
Hо вместе с тем такой темный и таинственный
Снова молится священник
Да благословит нас господь!
Туман снова здесь
Котоpый закончит эти похоpоны
Из безжизненного пpостpанства
Только меpтвые деpевья pастут здесь
Он пpиходит издалека
Только меpтвые деpевья pастут здесь
...Похоpонный Туман
...Похоpонный Туман
...Похоpонный Туман
...Похоpонный Туман

Beyond the North Waves

On many ships we have sailed
Far beyond the north waves
On the high northern seas
We have found our way
The shadowing voices of our gods
Singing on the calling winds...
Where the cold waves and the longboats brought us far
The saga of the warriors from northland
Speaks of greatness and strength
The saga of the warriors from northland
Are the saga of many great a man

On seas against the open
We travelled on and on
Through the raging winds
And storms we arrived
The shadowing voices of our gods
Singing on the calling wind...
Where the cold waves and the longboats brought us far
With sword in hand I now stand
On my enemies land
With a northern heart
I will fight until the day I die

My time will be remembered my time it will be known
By my sons by my tribe and by the sun the sea and moon

For the who battle for his land his pride and for his men
Shall be remembered and stand eternally named
In the legends of our land

Breathing in winds...
From the essence of a roaring horizon
Breathing in winds...
From the cold sea call the shores of the north

Aphrodite Of Hatered

Annihilating midnight
Whose tunes were breeding within?
When Thou wast awaken'd
I'll aspire on black wings
Away from that curs'd place
Where Thou hast died
Who shalt be waiting for me?
Thou art gone and the world hath sunk in the vortex
I shall draught my inspiration
I shalt entwine Thy essence with death
But am I granted the time to eliminate
My creation before I die
In the incessant oblivion?
Thro' the fireworks of dawn
I heard the groan of eternity
And saw the angels of my passion fall

O Aphrodite, Goddess of my hate
I shall enslave Thee in the triumph of summer
In the spires of winter and autumnal tears...
With an evergrowing sorrow

O Aphrodite, Goddess of my wrath
Of my swaying unnatural state
When Thy spectre is sent by the moonlight
Will I see Thee again?

Below countless summits of mountains
Beneath the grim waves,
Drowned in my seas
The arcanum of vastness is conceal'd
By the gleaming of the conjur'd trees
Angels smil'd just once
Unbinding me from my carnal chains
By the touch of their divine wings
"Fantasy strikes me by its frenzied miracles
All that was impossible,
now is a part of the endless world of darkness and light.
I rule this Earth by the magic sceptre of desires.
A giant turns into worm, flesh - into ashes...
I compress the cosmos by my lust for the
constancy of universal horror.
I enslave the worlds, that aspire to ressurect by tytanic blast.
The things created by nature will fall into primordial darkness:
The moment of initiation into mystery.
The glorious pace of my ominous hate.
Seven ways lead from the coil of useless flesh
to the place beyond the veil,
where my Aphrodite is dancing amongst the dead."

O Aphrodite, Goddess of my hate
I cry out Thy name from the chasm of my fate
In raven's pride and his baleful croak
Our power is gather'd
Our dominion over the Earth -
The instant of the lives we possess
The splendour of the beauty hath reach'd my soul
The soul of my neverceasing hate

O Aphrodite, Goddess of my love
A vulture teareth asunder a dove
But there's no suffering in the dead embrace
So let the cosmos swallow itself
The essence of Thine is vanish'd within
The sounds of my odiferous prophecy
I grieve not over my defeated hate
For I am Hate itself
__________

Woods Of Thy Might

Lost in the woods answers I seek
The gateway to all, the entrance shalt rise before me
'Tween two sacred firs I step forward... to Thee
O vigilant forest of might, beyond time Thou dwellest
Roots of Thine trees binding my feet
Branches and leaves shalt twine rings around me
The murk of the conjur'd crowns lightenth my eyne
Embracing the spirit of wood, I drink of Thy might
Underneath, where no sun stayeth
On the pagan ground the forest eternal
Where blood runth thro' all times
The portal engrav'd in my heart
Ages hath pass'd - all is the same
For millions of years Thou stand still calling our names
The Home of the gods who are set to rule the lands
The North and the South, the West and the East
Thou commandst
Speak to me, Master of elves
Show me Thy marches and thorns
Send forth Thy wolves for my blood
Grant me to hold the wisdom forlorn
Drown me into the deepest mere
Lead me to the grimmest gorge within Thy very heart
Let me behold Thy runic treasures
Veil me with fogs O Woods of Thy Might
High to the stars, wide to the seas
Forest uniting the times and the souls
Black as the skies pierc'd by the trees
Breeding Thine magick, Thou holdst me in thrall
Once having pass'd thro' the gates of Thy realm
I merg'd as one with the essence of Thine
I am the part of the forest myself
Rustling my leaves as a Hymn to Thy Might
__________

Добавлено (06.03.2008, 18:23)
---------------------------------------------
Thou Art Incarnated Souls

He is alone in space where no one dwells
Neither voice nor whisper neither handgrasp
Nor other heart's warmth in the solitude of the eclipse
Imprisoned in the obscure void of a voiceless denial
No pity or sympathy of the other soul to be met
But a ghastly shadowed night - burning nothingness
Having descended into darkness like the one
Who has lost his sight and lost the signs to be followed

I am Creator of a myriad souls of mine
I am Creator of infinite views

The force is held within the stream of his own fantasies
Transforming cosmic desires into astray reality
Creating an infinite dream of a new place to live for him
He's intent to disintegrate into countless pieces,
multiple forms

He will sow the seeds of foe straight amongst them
He will sow the seeds of war cold and blackest
He will weave the threads of fate inside the great one
He will sow the seeds of peace and reap the harvest

"I will ensnare them with ignorance..."
"Thou art Incarnated Souls..."
"...but allowing to acknowledge..."
"...Thou art Master of Eternity..."
"...everything...everything anew"

And now the time has come when there's no need in personality
But a myriad of living beings yearn to unite forerver
Reality is to be born out of his fantasy
He gazed mightily into darkness and uttered:
"Let there be light"

I am Creator of a myriad souls
I am Creator of infinite views
...and the light appeared...
__________

Добавлено (06.03.2008, 18:24)
---------------------------------------------
The Origin

Milleniums turn to sand
Behesting the souls of the ashes begrim'd

Vague dreams of god dwell within them all
Head for the depths, for the widths, for the times

His poetry landscapes are deserts of naught
Seeking his name 'neath the names of untrue
His trident did rise again
To pierce dimensions, nebulars with lethal breath
of chasmic starless cold

The being who is the oldest of times
Lurking in the beings who multiply and unify,
erecting the glorious reign
His name spoken words
Finding their way thro' the burning ordelesness
Supressed by collision of wills by even sealed...
Souls of reddening skies
Upon this necklace they thread as stones
Submerge in the gloam of dimmed luminaries
In galaxies savouring horror
Cosmos in crystals of possession reflected
Invicible torrents, fierce sounds of Chaos
Infinity born of perfection enthroned
The forefather who let them drink of his essence
Had sent them to wastelands, their lives - hatred's own!

Vague dreams of god dwell within them all
Head for the depths, for the widths, for the times

His mask cracks
Revealing the altars of ire unleashed
Devouring desires born of the past
Into the glory of unity does he arise!
Sans mercy I contemplate
Vanity swirling and raging in me
My dust comprises his entirety
For I am the Source, I am the Key, I am the Primal Chaos
My poetry's landscapes are wastelands of Un
The name of all gods are compelled by my own
Eternally do I change
To spawn dimensions, nebulars by cursed song of
chasmic starless cold
The being I am older than old
Blasphemy sans shapes or forms
Pulsation of unknown tytanic Chaos
__________

I Am Of The Serpent

"You all are flesh that hath of my blood appear'd
Your words to me bespoken hath the eery clash with light betokened"

Where all pagan paths cross
Where all olden warriors meet
And torrents collide
Thitherwards I turn my feet
The Welkin's tongue - thundering swords
The Earth's tongue - beast's shriek
(My mother tongue)
That I spake when Rus' was born
Immortalized for their thousandbrave rites
Ancestors glorious rise from the sea
Their dagger-sharp voices pronounce words of Thine

Beryhm'd in legends old
Soul of Wolf and Raven
Again as in times of yore
Soul of Wolf and Raven
Zmei Ognennyi Wolk
Soul of Wolf and Raven
We call to Thee
Soul of Wolf and Raven

The one who guideth as at war
Thousandfac'd serpent leadeth us unto war
Beclouded stare of His bale-burning eyes
Of all Heathen temples revealing the lore
Beryhm'd in legends old

"The time that holdeth all times shalt out of fog emerge
The millenial dreams of false light by my venom shalt be scorch'd"

Wolves aflame
We shall stalk thro' sylvian monoliths
Ravens valorous
We shall fly o'er deepest seas
Serpents unseen
We shall crawl into open mouths

In the heart of hearts of the white plague
Our host - the armours by grim runes enforc'd
The htonic horde hath for vengeance return'd
Ire-storming hiss shalt be hear'd from inside
Their demise shalt be my breathren and I
__________

Добавлено (06.03.2008, 18:25)
---------------------------------------------
The Profound

Swart suns' throne my flesh doth skrew
'Midst the stellar wisdom seas
How bittersweet is the triumph's taste as I wend my way
The hidden stare beholdeth
Tenebrae of untime passing forth
Streameth to me thro' my pain's design
Fears of eld ornate my soul with a greater lore
Thence the night granteth yawning graves
O Truth-sans-end Thy name be chasm for mortals
I thread once more the eldritch path to the realms beneath
My fall eternal, this fall - life immortal
Hark to the black spheres' curse of the curious race of the worms
Dimensions filth'd by tytanic wrath
Unfurl the key to the earthly being
And galaxies rap'd vail in awe before me
The seven seals (of reincarnation) I wield
Words of Woe unto suns and orbs
And therewith I chide them forth

"O Ye hwa peynen endleas ofercwoman
Hwa werre steorra onyean wonnon
Hwa afrehwoer dead ond blod swinnan..."

Blackwhirlwind breathing outer Chaos
Wherein I, timeless abide

"O Ye secree tusendfaced
Hwaem eal ayet
Tac min gyft cyndliz"
__________

Cold Kingdom

I see the tears of enthralling silence
I hear its cold soundless might
It watches me from peaks of reachless mountains
And I cognizes the verges of its bottomless being
In the dismal gleam of a writhing moon
A grim shining of frost-bound rime...
Waves of distress wash the bated nature
Awaiting the soundblast of dawn
Where northern spirits call...
They call me!

Landscapes cut through my soul
In ages of frozen shadows I was born
My heart of the North shining through primal snow
Now I can hear Winter s calling horn
I am alone

To stand amidst perrenial trees
At befogged and time-veiled Svarog s throne
Under the blazing skies
Forever shall I remain
Deepest mirror-lakes reflect
The splashes of constellations
Forsaking their flaming bodies
With the sparkles of burning stars
Exhausted... they long
For the enshrouding mere of rest

Victims of the tired empyrean
Illume me with fountains of light!
Aurora Borealis, draw apart the boundaries
of the everlasting aeon of stillness!

Atoms of the world in the chasms of space
Hark to the mourning of the ethereal elements
And spread the streams of malign wizardry
Throughout the spanless snowy realm
A vehement multitude of silvery splendour
Lies in the gorges of highlands, embraces the forests age-old...

Lo! The blizzard is raving in silence
The breath of life beneath the bowels of this land...
...Enchanted forevermore!...

Out of the depths of time,
covered with dust of a million years wisdom
Unknown planets of yore born,
wander eternally in the outer space
They wot there's only one Promised Land
Where strange sadness is born in my heart
Making hear the quiet and the whispers
And see its diamond tears
Under the reign of winter cold
__________

Добавлено (06.03.2008, 18:25)
---------------------------------------------
Benighted / At The 9th Gate

The fourth ignited star did fall another time
So flamingly enlightening my raptur'd eyes
The daggers drew their paths upon my skin
Thus showing triumphant unlight
Foreseen eternities ago
And now unfolding fragments to my life
To testify the timeless sacrifice
Of majesty of countless crowns of earth
Farther than vestures of night are the gates
Dreaming dead crawl thy kingdomwards
Enter beyond the wraith-way gate!
Near than spaces of crucifi'd world
To fiends unrestrain'd unfurl their trace
Darkness' beloved my wisdom flareth
I am benighted

Betid by darkness, though I am He myself
The eightfold art my flesh now doth begird
Out of these worlds Magnificence be heard
Though worlds once weeping into dead now turn'd

"Thy flesh be daughter of dust
Thy name upon the water's be inscrib'd
And paradise of thine be one
Of those tales told
On shores of Chaos Unrivall'd"

Within the shrine amidst the forests of mine
In icy slumber bleedeth from my eyes
An astral passage to the 9th gate
Snow'd by time
Herald of enshadowed spheres
Tyrannic scourge of waels,
Word of Unrivall'd Chaos
Whose face to mirrors sworn
In times I drown
Verily am I deity within my own self
Skewering a thousand incarnations
By the palm of Chaos bless'd
Capturing the realms in my possession
Moonlight Thy spectre shalt sent
Ere I invoke Thee again
The wraith-way gate receive
And mortals' dawn is torn
Beyond retrieve

Why were no lyrics included with the CD?

Dan Swanö: Because there are no lyrics. It's the Obituary syndrome. Our vocalist is using his voice as an instrument and is not singing lyrics. In the beginning we tried to have lyrics, but we found out it wasn't going to work because it's not spontaneous. Pan-Thy-Monium is very free-form. We never do the same thing twice.

Добавлено (06.03.2008, 19:50)
---------------------------------------------
Ещё был интересный случай..
Ребята из Forest Stream в своё время обращались к Blackheim-у, кажется, из Diabolical Masquerade c просьбой выслать им текст одной из песен. Хотели кавер-версию сделать. Но он им сказал, что, мол, текстов то как таковых и нету. Импровизация сплошная видите ли. Все были приятно удивлены..
А потом я узнаю, что с текстами то у DM все в порядке. Есть они.
Но это было почему-то неизвестно. И как вообще понимать Blackheim-а?! Прикалывался что ли?
Но этот случай действительно имел место..

Gateways Of Bereavement

I stand as I cry
Mourning in the Silent rain
Death will light my Burden
Endless is my Sorrow
Gateways so Dark
All these years of Dying

Gone are dreams of Velvet Voices
I am you, we were one
Vast are fields I walk
Where sorrow never dies
The Sky unities with the Blackened Rain
Summon with my Tears
Now descend on WinterWings
My withering Soul.

Let me Die.
Gateways of Bereavement
A Temple of guilt
Falling Deep
Embraced in Grief
My withering soul
Let me Die

Farewell life and all I died for
now my time is over on Earth
Another journey has begun
Alone I died, not praying for mercy
nor praying for Salvation
A lonely Journey in a Darkened Dream
Time has come to spread my Wings

Slow...
Descending from a Silent sky
Death comes to take me away
And from the Gateways you hear me
cry...

...I love you...

Satellites And Astronauts

"Спутники И Астронавты"

Со дня моего отбытия
Я спотыкаясь бродил сквозь реальность
Я проигрываю свою симфонию задом наперед
Пытаясь найти тот особый путь

Будьте бережнее со слезами из этих глаз
Овдовевшие руки, вновь утратившие свои крылья

Купи мне путешествие на луну
Чтобы я мог посмеяться над своими ошибками
Отсюда мне даже виден конец
И, знаешь, отсюда он выглядит таким нелепым
Спутники и астронавты
Убеди меня, что впереди нечто большее

Заставь меня почувствовать себя человеком
Бессловесный крик из самого сердца преисподней
Я – и в том ирония – я обещаю повзрослеть
Так прошу, позови же меня в свои покои

Я скрываюсь с момента, как услышал "никогда"
Верни меня в день вчерашний, мне так нужно вырасти

Похить мою маску и заставь расплатиться
Мне необходим новый облик
Я схожу с ума

Через текст этой песни видится всё ничтожество человеческой жизни.Особенно мне понравился припев:

Купи мне путешествие на луну
Чтобы я мог посмеяться над своими ошибками
Отсюда мне даже виден конец
И, знаешь, отсюда он выглядит таким нелепым
Спутники и астронавты
Убеди меня, что впереди нечто большее.

THE TEARS OF AUTUMN
Серый небосвод от дождя поблёк -
утренний туман тает словно лёд,
прядь седой травы инея узор,
вдалеке как нить жёлтый горизонт.

Мёртвая листва падая с ветвей,
тает чуть кружась в ледяной воде
тает уходя в темноту из тьмы,
оставляя лишь зыбкие круги.

Шум листвы осенней - призрачный мираж
дополняет красок в утренний пейзаж.
Разбавляя осень каплями дождя,
падая на землю с блеском хрусталя.

Красота... так можно было написать только на русском языке, никакой другой язык этой красоты не передаст.

Affiliated With The Suffering

Terror and chaos
A new world order
Reign in fear
The grip of clawed hands

Like a plague
Sweeping across the land
The human race
Is erased like writings
In the sand

A new leader
Will rise from
The ashes of the weak
A reign of hate
And sovereignty

Blood spill or not
Hate they breed
All human life
Will seize to be

A scream for death
A cry for pity
Deaf is the ear
Of those weak

Terror! chaos!
Reign! fear!

Terror and chaos
The new world order
They reign in fear
With a taste for blood

Like a plague
Sweeping across the land
The human race
Is erased like writings
In the sand

Affiliated with the suffering
They will dominate
Affiliated with the suffering
They are here to stay
Affiliated with the suffering
Weak are they who pray
Affiliated with the suffering
There will be no second day!