01 - Devilution

A dark heart pulses in our dominion
With blood red skies above us all

With each pulse mankind feeds from its hatred
The ignorance grow stronger with each tide
Every day this heart grows closer to rupture
If it breaks it seals our fate

Time to defy what's tearing us all to pieces
The fate of this earth, it's all on you
You're part of the system too - this Devilution
Together we must march against this state
Of ignorance and hate - Devilution

So turn to whatever god you have and pray
Our totalitarian state is not far away
When common ground is lost it turns into ashes
Blood fills our streets and hate our veins

Time to defy what's tearing us all to pieces
The fate of this earth, it's all on you
You're part of the system too - this Devilution
This dark heart must fall
It is time to form a revolution
Together we will march against this state
Ignorance and hate - Devilution

 

2 - Storm of Perdition

Run - Save yourself
From - Winds of the north
Our - World turns
Dark - As morose is your
Fate - Death is nigh
As - Chaos unleashes the
Storms - Feeding to
Grow - Harvest the fodder of man

The blight fills our tombs
Devastation divides and rules

Fight - Find your hope
Your - Future looks dire
Urge - Creeping in
To sleep - In the darkest of hours

Wastes of the broken hungering for more
Run away and fear the coming storm
Destiny awaits, can you prolong your fate?
The Storm of Perdition is here

Death - Harvester
Comes - Plaguing our soil
For - Eternity
You - Beware of the eye of the storm

The blight fills our tombs
Devastation divides and rules
Fight Your Urge To Sleep
Death Comes For You

Wastes of the broken hungering for more
Run away and fear the coming storm
Destiny awaits, can you prolong your fate?
The Storm of Perdition is here

 

3 - Svept i Sorgepläd

I väntan på min dom, blicken ekar tom
Allting bleknar i mig
Mitt sista andetag, ett första vunnet slag
Mot ett lugn så sällsamt

Vred och rädd på dödens bädd
Svept i Sorgepläd

Andan river min hesa hals och pulsen driver på
Blicken flackar överallt men dimman motstår
Någonting är efter mig, jag hör dess tunga flås
Kvistar knäcks, hoppet släcks och snart jag förgås

Lågan slocknar
En svart och tung ridå sluts
Glöden falnar
Och kölden griper tag

Dunklet kryper tätt intill och tar mig i sin famn
Det håller mig så ömt och kärt när det viskar mitt namn

I väntan på min dom, blicken ekar tom
Allting bleknar i mig
Mitt sista andetag, ett första vunnet slag
Mot ett lugn så sällsamt

Vred och rädd på dödens bädd
Svept i Sorgepläd

Skakande och frustande vaknar jag till liv
Skuggor sveper in omkring med korparnas skri
Strupen är klöst i brinnande hast
Snarans knop svek när den brast

 

4 - Night’s Bane

Haunting your dreams
Draining the life force as you sleep
You hear them and you follow
You feel their claws at your neck
Chilling your spine
Voices erupt from the mist as they call their chosen ones

Night's Bane sweeps in and soothes you
Fear! Since no one has ever defied Night's Bane

Heeding the call from the sirens
Marching through the dark

You no longer hear it
Leading to distant depths
A bid to thine eyes, a spiral of denial
When the final breach closes in
The staggering hooves draws near to bring your somberlain

Marching through the dark
Heed the sirens’ call
Night's Bane sweeps in and soothes you
Fear! Since no one has ever defied Night's Bane

Heeding the call from the sirens
Marching through the dark

 

5 - Non-Dreaming Eye

Blackened and trembling vice
As we see those fallen rise
The havoc is foreseen upon the northern skies

With arms open wide I get swallowed by the tide
Suns’ varying rays won’t let you hide...
Arms open wide, swallowed by tide
Suns’ varying rays won’t let you hide...
Non-Dreaming Eye

This scattered earth waits for rebirth and we are stenched with guilt
Aeons of sun, demolished to none by visionaries’ shade

Pushed through the threshold, to blinded too see
the gruesome venom we all may be

And it breeds in man, festering all that is pure
Repeating and eagerly reaping its flesh
Reversing creation to become undone

With arms open wide I get swallowed by the tide
Suns’ varying rays won’t let you hide...
Arms open wide, swallowed by tide
Suns’ varying rays won’t let you hide...
Non-Dreaming Eye

 

6 - Her Last Sigh Goodbye

Draped in white cerecloth
Waiting for the crows to fester with claws
Ripping my solitude apart
A faint dream disappearing at dawn

Slowly dimming my light
Silencing the remains of my day
It echoes back and forth
The moment she gave me the crown of thorns

The wind brought nothing to grasp
Whispering of coming holocausts
Is it the well of hope as deemed to some
Or the coming of repentless scorn

Only when none is left to be taken
To see how your grace has fallen
For a long time led astray
When only harm answered my pray
I finally hear your last sigh goodbye

And so it began, the tide of prosperity
Yet grieve for the wounds of salt you gave to me
Even how bitter the wine may taste
Yet it will soothe the crusade I have to face

The wind brought nothing to grasp
Whispered of holocaust
The well of hope, deemed to some
Come the repentless scorn

Only when none is left to be taken
To see how your grace has fallen
For a long time led astray
When only harm answered my pray
I finally hear your last sigh goodbye

Her last sigh!

 

7 - The Insignificance of Man

Ignorant, failing to see
Mankind, purposeless kings
Of a small world in a texture so grand
Futile, we fail to understand the insignificance of man

Acts of devotion, each culture's right
Sprung from virtuous ideals
Sunrise to sunset, spinning the wheel
Missing the big picture here
Darkness stirring, borders closed
Blood, thickest of all
What does it matter?
Bow to the insignificance of man

Ignorant race as we fail to embrace that each day's a failure of kind
What does it matter?
Bow to the insignificance of man

Mankind!
Purposeless kings!
We fail to see!

We still harness the power to open up our eyes to try to unite
Unless we gather we'll confidently break each other
We should turn our eyes beyond

Bow!

 

8 - I Stilla Vemod Vandra

I fjärran nord, där ljuset bortom finna
De stirrar sig blinda medan skörden förtvinar
I kusten vi rivs mot saltad vind
Och finner oss yra av glädjens svinn
Gödda av skogens aldrig sinande ådra
I forsar vi griper tag i fårad åra
och leds genom ständig mara

Morgondagens kall
Krönt av den skymningslåga brand
Som i strama vindar trivas

I stilla vemod vandra
Vi ska i stilla vemod vandra

Offervals dömd av den takt som skänkes an
Vemod i sönderfall, påminna oss om allt som åderlåtas

Dystert omfamnas vår norrskensbrand
Hopplöshet i kargt vinterland
Nattens väsen dras mot vår ve
Att kväva det ljus vår själ avger
Utan en chans att brinna rent
Askan bär spåren ty det är för sent
Mörkret dalar medans glöden gror
Tyngden att bära blir allt för stor

I stilla vemod vandra
I hopplöshetens band
I stilla vemod vandra
I marans karga famn

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