Taedium Vitae
(Malleus Maleficarum - 2002)
1. Intro
2. Bleeding Runes
3. L'Hymne Au Corbeau
4. Aesma Daeva
5. Lord Of War
6. Ancient Blood
7. Desekrating Graves
8. Omen Of The Moon
9. Outro
1. Intro
[Instrumental]
2. Bleeding Runes
Symbols of chaos are blazing again
Showing a new way to follow
Marks of blood engraved on stone
Remember their unholy past
Through the dark centuries
Holding their wrath
Their black witchery
Will spread eternally
[Runes have spoken]
"By blood we brave the gods
To the true satanic wisdom
By blood curse the gods
To the true eternal wisdom"
Legends and tales about those marks have made their power
Only knights full of true hate knew heir ancient language
With the unholy craft
Created by the sinners of God
The alliance dreams
About glory and revenge
Proudly dead by the sword
Of the holy saints
Sadness, melancholy and malice
Have made the rebirth of the bleeding runes
[Runes have spoken]
"O' mother nature!
Give us the power to strike again
And make total death come true"
Through the dark centuries
Holding their wrath
Their black witchery
Will spread eternally
3. L'Hymne Au Corbeau
Il subissait toutes les souffrances éternelles
Accroché a des espoirs lascifs
Absorbé par des desires naîfs et furtífs
Domi par une vie superficielle
Conscient, il vit sa chair se déchírer
Admírant ses ailes bruler
Il suivait le corbeau
Il volait vers le trône des damnés
Tapissant la lune d'ammertume noire et malsaine
Déchirant son envelope faite de chair et de peine
Il ressentit l'odeur de la tombe gelée lorsqu'il sentit son sang se glacer
Il voyait les portes sous lui s'animer
Il poursuivait les plumes noires de sang souillées
Chassant de son esprit toutes ses pensées naussives
Fixant le ciel qui s'effondrait, il suivait le corbeau
4. Aesma Daeva
5. Lord Of War
6. Ancient Blood
From these depths my roots have grown
To the pantheon of gods
'Cause my blood is the blood of an ancient
Wrath, the blood of the true revolution
The true ancient blood
See these unholy red streams descending
The majestic mountains of doom
To flood impious, those who have drunk the false wine
The red throne of the moon will be the
Color of our empire,
The empire of truth
The empire of blood
Hail!
Hail to this wine!
The red wine of truth
During centuries, my blood has frozen into
The bleeding moon awaiting the red omen
My curse will be the curse of the red storm of
Hate, into the depths, God will fall
'Cause my blood is the blood of an ancient
Wrath, the blood of the true revolution;
The true ancient blood
7. Desekrating Graves
8. Omen Of The Moon
In the dusk he talked to the mystic face of the moon
Promising that he will cover it with blood
[He said]
"See for what I fought so long,
O' coldest moon, now to you I belong"
He slept seven nights in the snow and the deepest breeze
Until his flesh begins to freeze
He couldn't hold his breath
Caught by the nocturnal death
See this unholy throne of blood
This is the last omen of the moon
Unclenching his cold fists
Entering in the blackest mist
Worshiping the funeral winter
Wiping his last tears
"Je garde dans mon Coeur la douceur glaciale du néant,
Ô triste lune, te souviens tu comme je pleurais en te regardant?"
9. Outro
[Instrumental]
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