Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Prelusion To Cythraul And Shineth Unto The Cold Cometh, artist - Absu. Album song The Third Storm Of Cythraul, in the genre
Date of issue: 30.06.2008
Record label: Osmose
Song language: English
Prelusion To Cythraul And Shineth Unto The Cold Cometh |
«Any who live alone, long only for mercy, the mercy of truth is among your |
traits of bloodlust and vein. |
You have not, in all this time, returned to the |
lowland of your ancestors. |
Your feet follow a hoof-beaten, dirt track down the |
side of a small, grass-covered knoll. |
It is near the round hillfort that your |
cavaliers call the dun. |
The ways of the arcane are more difficult hillfort |
that words can tell. |
You are in complete isolation from this mortal exibition, |
as others will be, in due time. |
Each day at dawn, you speak to yourself and |
give your thoughts complete utterance. |
For there are none surviving now, to whom you would freely speak with, so impart your heart’s desire.» |
«You, the oppressor, will need to learn to chain your mind, to wait for the |
proper time to speak. |
Nevertheless, you shall be executed from the creed, |
under the sigil of the blade, then the number. |
In an instant, the feeble and |
the foreigners lie North from here. |
In an instant, a magician, shadowlord, and |
tyrant raised their powers above your head. |
You are separated from your kin, |
by far distance, of Time and Tide. |
You will remember your comrades well, as they replenish your memory with an immortal essence of everlastingness. |
And |
though you will only see shades of what once was, you will hear their songs |
and music forever.» |
«As golden lamplight escapes from the bleeding skies, winsome peat smoke |
scents a chilled breeze that enfolds the imperious settlement, gathering |
sounds, and lifts the brave into the night. |
You shall recall the winter |
zephyr, as those were the winds that passed eternity.» |
The Emperor continued to breathe deep and harshly. |
His lungs sounded a death |
rattle, as they were quickly filling with blood and various fluids, Before his |
death and dissolution, the Emperor sluggishly uttered, «I have granted |
intelligence towards the crown unto thee. |
If you teach him well…» |
Here and now, we shall take you within The Third Storm Of Cythraul. |
It’s only |
just begun… |
…And Shineth Unto The Cold Cometh… |
Laughter from Esharra is convincing, but unclaimed. |
The last of Ka drifts across the river |
— Our sky outside has not been named. |
Two Ugalla-demons start their battle |
— Tempest of the creek is floored in flames. |
Winds of Imhullu foretold their weather |
— Sea-dwelling floods reply without names. |
Taste the salty tides of the Apzu |
— Alight seven tablets wearing steel of lame. |
Laughter from Esharra is convincing, but unclaimed. |
6000 years past away to let the Utu tribes hear the lying words against |
Azzta’s truth. |
6000 years past away to let the Utu tribes hear the lying words against |
Azzta’s truth. |
6000 years past away to let the Utu tribes hear the lying words against |
Azzta’s truth. |
Ea’s eye is the way… |
We are the ones who know the mountain passes, |
and we’ll search the battlefields, |
in order to FIND THE ESSENTIAL WEAPONS corroded within the tan dust. |
Marduk, Anu, Ellil, and Ea watch us all to test our bold and drastic strength, |
so Tiamat SNEERS WITH THE HATE AND COMMANDS the storm-chariot of the horses. |
Their teeth and heart carry poison to strike us down, |
but cannot fill our veins with venom. |
We warned you twice: |
«WE COMMAND THE MUSHUSSU!» |
«SHARP OF TOOTH AND STRIKE OF FANG!» |
«HORNED SERPENT OF THE UNCLAIMED!» |
«SHINE!» |
Make a path, fix the hour, and raise the seed |
The dragon’s semen is what you drink to be crowned by night |
«Belet-ili, O great pythoness, kiss me!» |
«Belet-ili, O great pythoness, kiss me!» |
With the billowing fog, the abyss speaks below |
Your wings of force cannot warp you through the times |
«Belet-ili, O great pythoness, caress me!» |
«Belet-ili, O great pythoness, caress me!» |
In the ninth aeon, Esharra ceases the laughter |
Then, Imhulla assembles the blazing cycllone |
«Belet-ili, O great pythoness, embrace me!» |
«Belet-ili, O great pythoness, embrace me!» |
Now you are spiritually drunk from the dragon’s semen, |
So set your arrow in the bow and coat it with the poison |
«Belet-ili, O great pythoness, clutch me!» |
«Belet-ili, O great pythoness, clutch me!» |
…AND SHINETH UNTO THE COLD COMETH… |