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Under Pitch​-​Black Skies

by Desolation

- Tribe Of Light - Under pitch-black skies We search for light Hooked and chained in the flesh to the labyrinths Willful slaves tenants of graves scorn the homeless spirit Taste the serpent’s kiss of Judas Promises if kept will mar your soul My soul immortal is at stake Our banners raised Our god be praised By his hand saved The tribe of light the triumph see one day There must be temptation / for he will not let go There must be war / for he will not give up Many will fall / but some at least Will struggle on some more My soul immortal is at stake Far beyond my own powers to be saved Under pitch-black skies We gather in the light Our banners raised Our god be praised By his hand saved How glorious the triumph be one day
Erntebringer 04:53
- Erntebringer - Die trübe Flut hat längst durchweicht was einst im Frühjahr abgelaicht Aus kaltem Samen sprießt nichts mehr Die schlaffen Glieder werden schwer Die karge Frucht fault auf dem Feld Der Bauer zählt des Judas’ Geld Hängt sich am krummen Baume auf Lässt toten Dingen ihren Lauf Sein Röcheln ist noch nicht verstummt wenn der Erntebringer kommt Der graue Herbst liegt auf dem Feld Den Sommer über schlecht bestellt Auf stein’gen Boden hat man uns gesät Ohne die Hoffnung, dass je etwas blüht Erntebringer Seelenqual Verrecken kann so schlimm nicht sein Es ist ja irgendwann vorbei Und besser heute, drauf gefasst Als wenn’s dem Erntebringer passt Der graue Herbst senkt sich ins Tal Das einz’ge Licht so fern und fahl Freu dich nicht zu früh Der bittre Frost beisst zu Tau auf mein Herz, die Zeit ist um, Schlag noch ein letztes mal Und finde deine Ruh Der Erntebringer kommt Die Vogelscheuche taugt nichts mehr Die Scheunen sind längst alle leer Verstockt fliehen wir vor dem Licht Und manch einer erreicht es nicht Die karge Frucht fault auf dem Feld Der Bauer dann zur letzten Stund Sie zitternd in den Händen hält ...wenn der Erntebringer kommt...
Emptiness 06:04
- Emptiness - What is it that you want to be Tell me who you are What is it you’re afraid of Now that we’ve come this far? I think that it matters Not to me but to you Just make sure to find out one day Make sure that you do And when all things else fail you Remember my words Find out all the answers Trust me I know that hurts What if it was all worthless Nought but lies and conceit What else is there to cling to When you suffer defeat Time slowly ticks away Whilst souls will fade to grey And all hope must yield to sorrow spawned At the dawn of each new day Is man no more than this Go touch the emptiness Emptiness What will you turn to When despair falls gently like the rain With a mouth full of dust Screaming your own name With a limp hand you thrust A dagger home for shame Emptiness With a mouth full of dust Mumbling your own name By the soothing hands of time It soon feels all the same Time slowly ticks away Whilst souls will fade to grey And all hope must yield to emptiness At the dawn of each new day If this is what’s essentially you Does it fulfill you at all And what is it you’re afraid of Now that it’s come this far? I think that it matters What ever you do Just make sure to find out one day Make sure that you do
- Spiritual Warfare - All in line unleash their fury Upon the foe, the host of heaven will prevail With power and the strength of faith to kill Crush and maim and stab and kill… Spiritual Warfare All our hate we rain on thee, creatures of the dark Swords of light will cleave your heads, darkness must depart Spiritual Warfare All our forces have been gathered To fight what evil lurks within Terminal clash of principalities To cleanse this world of death and sin Gather for attack!
- Les Fleurs Du Mal - There’s rosemary, that’s for remembrance, And there’s pansies, that’s for thought The one seems inappropriate, The other comes to naught There’s fennel for me and columbines A shiver down my spine How bittersweet such laurels seem To such a black soul as mine Rues and daisies make up my crown With withered violets wrought, A shiver down my cursed spine By mine own conscience caught Far from the truth You wouldn’t believe this at all. Forbidden fruit flavoured walls cave in. Trust me on that I never know when it’s enough. I’ll never know why I did that. Just go ahead Switch off. Switch on. Repeat. We’ll all go down in a blur. Thirst-stained hands Will never O never be clean. The serpent smiles as I sin. Fool everlasting Born deprived of backbone Faithless bastard I declare myself unclean I’m not so sure about myself anymore Look not so pale – I tell you yet again What’s done cannot be undone Yet I do repent me of my sins Once more it’s the foul fiend that wins Flowers picked for our demise Nights are pierced by midlife cries I’m not so sure about myself anymore The ice is thin, they say, how right they are And here I am, I’ve put on weight, and I am Just not so sure about myself anymore I’m not so sure about myself anymore / I wish I knew… I wish I knew A bunch of flowers and a room without a door I should have known, it’s not like it never happened before Twisting the knife slowly Picking flowers for my own grave I’m not so sure about myself anymore That much I know.
Deliverance 08:21
- Deliverance - It seems so long to me that I / Last felt I knew where I was going My heart’s too full of black bitterness / To catch the nearest way With all my soul did I stray from A path I knew would lead me where I would find more than I could take And have to give more than I could bear So I gathered all those moments of no value to my soul The night comes with a fever that I know can be controlled No more I lay awake, a thousand and one nights In fear of death, and a thousand more besides Begging for deliverance but avoiding what I know has to be done I lay awake, a thousand and one nights Afraid to live and strengthen my demise Begging for deliverance but avoiding what I know has to be done Addicted to the poison that he whispers to us all Our trembling hands stretched forward justly to be rewarded For our fall Come, heal my wound, it hurts so bad / But not enough, not nearly enough Will my despair suffice, I do not know I cannot take it any more Than you Will you let me go The voice of love, stronger by far Than he who whispers the promise of damnation to mine ear: You need not fear / Salvation those will taste that turn around Unchain your heart / Deliverance is near Please god, I can not let go A night that shall no morrow see has come my way at last And yet I know a streak of light in deepest night may dawn Upon us all
Blindfolded 02:44
- Blindfolded - War, apocalyptic slaughter is what we’re heading for Our moribund existence into chaos we unfold On the eve of brutal rampage we hold our breath Words unspoken, fatal token of our assent to death Whilst on fields of man’s extinction our future’s spent With cruel sarcasm Mars and Venus conceive Lent To be born to spread frustration, seed of lies Willingly with bloodstained hands we rock the cradle of demise Seasons coming for the last time Cellars plundered before dawn Say your prayer, join the frontline Sell your soul and serve as pawn Called by everburning lusts, yield to which at times we must With eyes set firmly upon the end all better judgement we transcend Hoping for the best we draw our swords Judge and hangman be in Justice’s rightful blindfold clothed How’s it going to end?
- The Blood Of Sleep - The time is nigh the storm is near A death-knell ringing in my ear The blood of sleep is on our hands We turn to stone and make amends Serpent tongues are whispering of deeds of blackest night That spawn in deepest consequence but blood-drenched chaos and Despair infests my voiceless prayers As cold grey morn calls moving woods unto my sight The time is nigh We must decide Double, double, toil and trouble, Fire, burn and, cauldron, bubble The game is over none have won Ambition, power, all is gone ‘Tis time to say blow wind, come wrack And die with harness on our back
- Sic Latet Gloria Mundi - Ein stilles Grab füllt meine Brust Und du hast nichts davon gewusst Tu so, als wäre nichts gewesen Hab stumm die Reste aufgelesen Er hat sich nie bei mir beklagt Hat nicht gejammert, nie lamentiert Nein Er hat rein gar nichts mehr gesagt Mit kaltem Gruß umarmt sie mich Verzweiflung küsst mir das Gesicht Wir trinken Tee, wir sehn uns wieder Durch meine toten Augenlider Ein bittres Wort lag mir im Mund Ich hab es irgendwo verloren Hab mir den schönsten Sommertag Zum Sterben auserkoren Mit stummem Blick durchdringt sie mich Der Regen bricht mir das Genick Wir tun als wäre nichts gewesen Es geht ein toter Mann durchs Leben Das fahle Licht erleuchtet mich Die Zeit vergeht, vergeht doch nicht Der Glanz der Welt, ein strahlend Morgen Liegt unter all dem Staub verborgen Doch ach, Nichts andres hab ich zur Substanz Zurück zum Ursprung führt der Tanz Und was soll einst mein’ Grabstein schmücken? Wer wird im Winter Blümlein pflücken? Sag, wie sollte das geschehen? Wie soll es weitergehen? Es spricht ein toter Mann Mich auf der Straße an Lächelt mir zu und fragt Ob er mir helfen kann


released November 16, 2006


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Desolation Hannover, Germany

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