Azatua Climb down from the trees Azatua Rid us of disease
The sickness grows strong in this one Its roots reaching deep beneath the feet of our souls Vines penetrating the core of the bones Drones in the head in unbearable tones
But where does it stem from Where is this rotting spirit pest from Have you been cursed by the visions of the night Given a blight by a witch of evil might
Curse her who conceived with the northern wind!
Deep in the forest there lives a spirit Which holds the power to heal any wound Out of the burrow, the womb of the Mother, I ask you to rise!
And bring your brother, the fiery brother from the black hut of Tuoni To swallow the fire, to blaze away the evil!
I have the claw of a bear Gaze that has set ablaze the fears of a thousand men Roar louder than a thunderstorm Sworn to dispel the demonborn
I tear and rend, I rip and wrench I evulse and wrest, I expulse the pest A writhing mass of spiritual chaos in these hands Fangs of the fire, vaporize the bane! Praised be the name of AZA -TUA! You will never flee alive!
Curse her who conceived with the northern wind!
Far from the depths of the well hidden tracks I must fetch the stolen fragment of soul Guide me Shadows of the Great Spirit in these trails of the dead!
And thus the raven speaks: “Down, deep, you must dive beneath You must rise through the twilight And reach behind the skyline of your mind”
Know that the end of the world as you know it Is but an edge of another one Only those who’ve left all behind Can cross the line
Now follow the sun!
Down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down...
Through the smallest of holes until a cold shiver runs up and down the spine Beyond the gates of burning light, past the long road bristling with knives And when you reach the roots of time as dead be disguised ‘Cos In order to cross the dark waters one can not show any signs of life
A second of this air A lifetime of constant despair Unnatural footmarks on the ground Uncanny howling of hounds An old woman approaches me But I’m halted by the spirit guides "Never reveal your real name Under strange chthonian skies"
Pulsating drowsiness calling me To rest in the bed of burning steam Sinking down into the streams Of the everlasting dreams A conspicuous being among the dead Clinging onto the last drip of consciousness I inhale what I've come for And slither towards the light
A blow of life Reborn in white Yet darkness throws A shade on the soulTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
