"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.....

[Sir Proscriptor McGovern]
[MI NA SAMHNA/NOVEMBER, 1995]


...And Shineth Unto The Cold Cometh...

[Lyrical Magick: Proscriptor, Voice: Proscriptor, Bass: Equitant]

[1st Verse]

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.

[Chorus]

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........

[Repeat 1st Verse]

[Lead: Shaftel]

[Bridge]

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!"

[2nd Verse]

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...

[MI NA SAMHNA/NOVEMBRE, 1993]

You will hear my commands when cries never fade!"
"I grasp my pole-ax in hand with stock, steel, and mace!"
"I clutch the soulless winds that stir the Ginder trees!"
"I extol beneath a wrathful, yet a constant lunar eye!"

The last clash will crown one son to the Pictish throne.
"My father's the king!" cries this tyrant, aimed for bloodshed.
Three flags will fly between the Esk and Dee rivers.
"The triumph's my king!" screams this baron son, devised for war.

Follow the tracks of this mailed horseman (geared with pole-ax in his hand).
The blades from Balkan Hills are sharpened
(cut for slaying and whetted to fight).
The child has proven his gallantry (he shall not abuse Teutonic codes).
He's spiked and sent forth in a frenzy (their king sits at his table).

[Repeat 1st Three Verses]

[Bridge]

"Far free of these castle walls, I thought I heard your scream!"

[Chorus]

THIS IS THE HIGHLAND TYRANT ATTACK!
They eradicate the feeble by their Celtic law of tanistry.
HIGHLAND TYRANT ATTACK!
The rank of the cnihthad is the onslaught for their enemies.
HIGHLAND TYRANT ATTACK!
Garters on their left arms are fastened for chivalry.
HIGHLAND TYRANT ATTACK!
All of the vanquished battalions are thrown into the corries.
HIGHLAND TYRANT ATTACK!
They eradicate the feeble by their Celtic law of tanistry.
HIGHLAND TYRANT ATTACK!
The rank of the cnihthad is the onslaught for their enemies.
HIGHLAND TYRANT ATTACK!

[Recapitulation]

"Our flags have soared O'er the Esk and Dee rivers!"
"We, the cnihts, are crowned for tier and not our lies!"

"Horse and Hattock took us back to the realm of Balkan Hills!"
"We, the cnihts, have formed the lines, before the rites!"

"We'el pursue to spit on their pledge and curse them, as the light breaks!"
"...But is our king still sitting at his table?"

[Lead: Shaftiel]

[MEITHEAMH/JUNE, 1995]

[1st Verse]

He gave me the noble, enduring crown.
He gave me the high throne of kingship.
He gave me the imperial, regal sceptre.
He gave me the laws of the realm.

He gave me the facts of the Kurgarra.
He gave me descend in this undersphere.
He gave me the dagger; he gave me the sword.
He gave me the staff and unphallic wand.

He gave me concern.
He gave me dismay.
He gave me consternation.

He gave me the art of this song.
He gave me procreation.

[Pre-Chorus]

Dumuzi!

[Chorus]

A magician's lapis-lazuli gleams in Urik, descending to my undersphere.
A magician's lapis-lazuli reflects onto the Temples of Offal.
A magician's lapis-lazuli excels in Ur, descending to their underworld.
...is placed on Shugurra, the crown of the Steppe.

[Repeat 1st Verse]

[2nd Verse]

He gave me the craft of the spell; he gave me determination.
He gave me the craft of a charm; he gave me an invocation.

He gave me wine of Geshtinanna; he gave me determination.
He gave me oracles of the lil; he gave me half a year.

He gave me a sail on an Anzu-Bird; he gave me notes of thunder.
He gave me the feathers from it's wing; he gave me regalement.

He gave me a mark of the fiend; he gave me roots from the Huluppu-Tree;
He gave me travel of the Apzu; he gave me the Lapis-Lazuli.

A MAGICIAN'S LAPIS-LAZULI!

[MI FEABHRA/FEBRUARY, 1996]

...With sword at my side,
The horns sound the call of assembly.
Black fuckin' leather is my way of life, as flames and burning winds cover the
Earth!
(SLAUGHTER!!)
Miles of frozen lands are far behind us...
We ride along the margin of the woods.

O' great is the black swords of Eire.
Thus to speak is the shame of your lord.
We ride through the bleak winter skies; hearts full of hate and steel shining
bright!
Alas, it's ill, to walk in my shadow...
O' master of doom, you are alone.

In chariots of fire we went forth,
To call the spell of blazing flames.
My black sword of Eire has returned.
In glory, of the land, of the flame.
Child of wisdom and words...
Son of magick and the sword.

Call the spells of burning winds!!

[Chorus]

SWORDS AND LEATHER - ...with steel, flame, and honor!!
SWORDS AND LEATHER - ...our brave hearts will conquer!!
SWORDS AND LEATHER - ...with steel, flame, and honor!!
SWORDS AND LEATHER - ...our Celtic blood will conquer!!

[Repeat All Verses & Chorus]

[Lead: Ifernain]
[Lead: Shaftiel]

...With sword at my side,
The horns sound the call of assembly.
Black fuckin' leather is our way of life, as flames and burning winds cover
the Earth! (SLAUGHTER!!!!)

[MARTA/MARCH, 1995]

One silver cloud collapsed below the glow of a harvest fullmoon.
'Cause we're here to make an oath and we'll raise
Our realm in a sky of maroon.
Our stratosphere turned dark; however,
The Western winds never stopped blowing.
All deceiving religions fall, we'll gonna close our hands,
And make our own way.

[Chorus x 2]

Ignite the wroth flames -
3 fires to the sky
Before the violence,
We stand before the most, wild beast.
We'll rape the peace.
Once again,
We summon you,
To join us all!

Standing upon the sand of the shores was a Queen, with a crown, of 13 stars.
She worships the dragon above, which exalts impiety in that wild beast.
Our father is here with us and we'll summon you to join us.
If we're bonded by jewels and blood on our fists, then we hail you within
kingdoms of mist.

[Repeat Chorus x 2]

Gorias! (The silver sword of the moon)
Finias! (The flaming lancet of the sun)
The winter zephyr warps the power of Sessair - 3 MORBID SCREAMS!

[MI LUNASA/AUGUST, 1995]

[1st Verse]

A barbaric land where the sword is the law, and killing is the way of life.
An infernal wasteland and down a barren plain; A warrior stands the test of
fate.
His face is cracked from the wicked hands of time, and scars from war have
past,
Taking the reins from a shadowy steed, I shall kill the foyus at it's layer!

[Chorus x 2]

MORBID SCREAM!

[2nd Verse]

Skulls and bones lie relics in the sand; Remembrance of men that came before.
The ground is scorched from the dragon's breath, and corpses burned to stench
and ash.
I awake in fury when the dragon attacks; Advancing in anger - spitting fire.
Our barbarous laws, my thundering axe, yet we'll fight the beast to it's death!

[Repeat Chorus x 2]

[Lead: Shaftiel]

[Repeat Chorus x 2]

[Repeat 1st Verse]

[Repeat Chorus x 2]

[MARTA/MARCH, 1988]

[Proemial Of Spell]

Two spheres are calling me to the "grounds" where I use to plead.
Madeleine, my animated sister, you're dim like the candle in my dreams.
You are the Succubus of twilight and eventide.
(The gypsy that deludes me with copulation)
So, let me form the contours of your trance and lament with the virga that
cries from a cloud.

[1st Verse]

Ginger trees exhibit eyeless shades of trust.
Sapphire flickers of light divorce the leaves from an Oak.
Kali Ma! Kali Ma!
You incise me with claw and nail.
You hold the rings of Siva.
You hold the shapes of melted wax.

[Chorus]

Praise this disrespectful light for crashing down.
Tasseomancy!
Time frames shall warp you through the frames of time.
Tasseomancy!

[Repeat 1st Verse & Chorus]

[Bridge]

Ta gaoth lugha lamhfhada ag eiteall anocht san aer!
Magdalens, Tu non lou dises pas de bon cor!
If the process of the incantations were done incorrectly, then sketches of the
moon whined with the melted ice (...oh, so slowly.)

[D�nouement Of Spell]

Two spheres are calling me to the "grounds" where I use to plead.
Madeleine, my animated sister, you are dim like the candle in my dreams.
You are the Succubus of twilight and eventide.
(The gypsy that deludes me with copulation)
So, let me form the contours of your trance and lament with the virga that
cries from a cloud.

[MI LUIL/JULY, 1992]

Outside the winter zephyr,
When fables of sabers were strong.
"...For thou hast said in our hearts..."
"...From Celtic flames, we are born."
The Sky Clad flocks a carnal war,
So invoke their heartless cries.
"Crom Croich's at our side."
"He's made of gold, so shall we ride?"

From the mounts of Antrim,
Towards the glens of Visnech.
"...For thou has said in our hearts..."
"...From Celtic flames, we are born."
Any who live alone,
Long onlt for mercy.
"Proud, young men will die!"
"Fir Bolg rides the half light!"

"WE HAVE ARRIVED AT THE STONE OF DESTINY (Tara)."
"WE HAVE REACHED THE PERDITION OF IBID (Cythraul)."

"We comprehend the Lar of the Folk."
"Chuaigh muid ar na canai areir."
"We solemnize the last of the Druids."
"Chuaigh muid ar na canai areir."

FALIAS!
MURIAS!

[Leads: Shaftiel]

[Lead: Ifernain]

The passage is clear when Epona rides
She reaps through cloudbursts of rain that sighs
The course is laid when Sky Clad rides
Ler is watching -
"Proud, young men will die!"

"We apprehend these thoughts: {Fea Nemon}."
"Chuaigh muid ar na canai areir."
"We shall live forever in the land of Inisfail."
"Chuaigh muid ar na canai areir."

MURIAS!
FALIAS!

[MI LUNASA/AUGUST, 1995]

Between the sunset's bloodstained veil,
Thy horned prospect reflects on me.

The he-goat above - The she-goat below
Cried through beads of mirrored tears
It fills the air ! - It fills the air !
An atmosphere that hath no key.

I'm disguised by the kindle of nite and I can fill your liquid, glass heart
Grasp your cold-shaded breath and whisper the sign of the hidded stone
I'm in the circle and I am the shell that granted you the horns of All-Begetter
A fixed, startless vision and a sullen fabrication cursed the Sun
of which our lustful ways are performed.

Half of me is all of her
Hath no shower; hath no sol
Half of me is all of her
Hath no shower; hath no sol
Half of me is all of her
Hath no shower; hath no sol

Akhera-goiti
Akhera-beiti
Fantasies I realized
Dance of thorns, I thrive
For below the great abyss is a virtue contained in itself.

"We shall eagerly expect one black opalith for tomorrow."