Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Book of Kings , by - Mournful Congregation. Song from the album The Book of Kings, in the genre Release date: 31.10.2011
Record label: Osmose
Song language: English
The Book of Kings |
| A morbid pageantry of our King’s facade |
| Knelt before the sire, clasped in hand the jewel |
| «Soma is the teardrop of Agni» |
| The winding chambers, a portrayal of royalty |
| Secrecy deepening, unfolding enigma |
| Stretching far beyond the mystic dawn |
| Oh enchanter of the Februar winds |
| Spoke blue blooded tongues with rich enthronement |
| A lyrical trilogy was textured |
| Woven through ages, jade masks adorning |
| Grandiloquence of an earthly empire evoked |
| Your once regal emperor banished forevermore |
| Arise O' mistress of fortuitous descensions |
| A splendid Queen the Gods dared not name |
| Drapery so grand, adorned and bejewelled |
| Deities rose, and were greeted in shame |
| In their flesh was encoded secrets so dark |
| There stood the temple of stone so cold |
| Pillarless caverns cut deep in the mount |
| Crafted by masons in reverence of Kings |
| Where Kings bowed down to worship the Gods |
| Where the Gods chose the Kings |
| And to them imparted their secrecies rare |
| Upon baroque stone footsteps fell |
| Their shadows Lengthened by the burning flame |
| Hollow voices recite from scriptures of eld |
| Setting aflame some long preserved grandiose intent |
| Three Kings lay bare their palms |
| And with sacred blade cut deep into |
| The flesh of man, the flesh of God |
| Unto the mind of man that he many know wisdom not |
| Rituals conpendium, textual codex |
| Initiation through torture, the cross bears no name |
| The union of Sun and Moon |
| The congress of King and Queen |
| Demi-gods of the Yuga |
| Spin your cyclic webs |
| Demi-gods of the Yuga |
| Spin your cyclic webs |
| Those whom Queen adored in vain |
| Whom ever begged to know their word |
| Hath darkness claimed a heart so black |
| Received in sin, anointed one |
| Thy kingdom shall ne’er come |
| Doom deserved shall be unto thee |
| Enter with glees symbolical sanctum |
| The priesthood of the mighty Sun |
| Kingship to be… |
| Decrepit monks chant a hollow bellow |
| Of tones which mortals shalt not follow |
| Strings of harp and rhythms shallow |
| Disquietude, no solace shall bring |
| Wanton desire, a tarnished King |
| A King this man fit not to be |
| Dethronement was sought |
| Famished ashes, extinguished moon |
| Winds carried stagnant seasons forth |
| A sunless Summer, a windless Winter |
| Turmoil permeated prana The sacred logos corrupted |
| Seers shed not a tear, only golden blood spilled forth |
| For the visions were rife, beyond even crystal oracles |
| Psychic pestilence now spread |
| Adorn the new King |
| For the old is dead |
| Deserved doom shall be unto you… |