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Descending through halls of agony
Author: Tine Bregar
Drops are falling down the wall of stone.
Stone so old of wall big and bold.
As water descends deeper and deeper,
darkness grows into cutting cold.
Below the reach of rays shapes disappear,
Where shadows pour into black void,
dwell the souls who's hearts bleed of fear.
Endless is the torment in halls of agony.
End does not exist in this outer place.
Yet it waits for them to call.
To beg for it and slowly follow it's trace,
desperate for it's grace.
Blood flows from thorns in staring eyes,
Cries sound mute as aura of screams thrives,
There is no one to drink from well of their grief.
Endless is the torment in halls of agony.
End does not exist in this outer place.
Yet it waits for them to call.
To beg for it and slowly follow it's trace,
desperate for it's grace.
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Deep Into the Woods
05:23
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Deep into the Woods
Author: Tilen Benda
Walk into the night,
walk down on path,
something draws my attention,
something wants me there.
Path here is so wide,
so wide that I cannot see,
what lies beyond those boughs and thorns.
I hear wind in crown of the trees,
I hear strange moan,
but I don't understand
what it wants to tell me.
Tell me...
I feel a thrilling embrace,
embrace of dark and mist,
not that I am aware of,
I gaze deep into the woods.
Deep into the woods,
fall into dementia.
Deep into the woods,
sink into oblivion.
I feel a thrilling embrace,
embrace of dark and mist,
not that I am aware of,
I gaze dead deep into the woods.
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Navje
06:23
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Navje
Author: Tine Bregar/Žiga Lumpert
Po gozdni temi plamen hodi,
za sabo tiho kolono vodi.
Skupina molči, orožje govori,
misli zatopljene so polne skrbi.
Strašna vest mori,
vrag nad zemljo preti,
spet tekla bo kri,
bakla pade, kres gori.
Ogenj temno noč osvetli,
greje mrke obraze ljudi.
Na drevesu pa vran sedi,
si obeta dobre dni.
Navje!
Ta zemlja bo navje!
V temi na skali sedi, postava sključena, pogled njen, v tla usmerjen.
Dlan hladna, rezilo bleščeče, v zvezdah svetleče gladi, njegove misli črne.
V srcu strah se zbuja, svetle sanje upa, utapljajo se v praznini obupa.
Mraz v stopalih, prebudi ga iz sna.
Veter v drevesih mu šepeče, da smrt ga čaka v bitki, da belina snega, pordela bo od krvi.
Vzelo ga je v temno noč,
z meglo odšel je proč,
in mrzla je kri,
ki z grobov polzi.
Ogenj temno noč osvetli,
greje mrke obraze ljudi.
Pod temnim nebom vran leti,
ognju in dimu sledi.
Strašna vest mori.
vrag nad zemljo preti,
spet bo tekla kri,
bakla pade, svet gori.
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Departure to a world beyond
Author: Tine Bregar
I, petrify myself,
flesh turns to stone,
my life is gone,
from me.
I, I've become,
a monument of stone,
to my former past,
when the moon was worshiped.
My life gone...
Skin cracks,
I fall apart into pieces.
My mind departs,
into cold void,
wandering in distance,
escaping the grasping bonds.
Will my chains be long enough,
to let me through the gates?
To a world beyond...
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Rivers of Fire
07:03
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Rivers of Fire
Author: Tine Bregar
Burn!
Burn these fields of fruitless crops,
their sole purpose of existance,
to spread disease on what is left,
of healthy living matter.
That inhabits,
a rotten apple,
on a tree
of rotten roots.
Feeding,
growing,
breeding,
disease...
Burn!
Burn them to the ground!
See their remains perish in the air.
Hear their screams fade into the night,
within rivers of fire.
Turn their flesh into ash,
their prayers into cries.
Split the blind eye,
that watches over all.
Cloak it, in darkness.
Burn!
Feeding,
growing,
breeding,
disease...
As the smoke unfolds,
a new clarity will emerge,
crystal path guiding me,
to the reason of existence...
Of existence...
Burn!
I observe the glare,
forged by endless rivers of fire.
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Snowfall over Ashes
04:28
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Snowfall over Ashes
Author: Tine Bregar
Cold is the earth's breath.
The sky dims in grey.
Clouds are heavy.
They will stay.
Waiting... For snow to fall.
To cover all, that is,
that lives, and is dead.
Waiting... For snow to fall.
To cover old days,
old ways, and ashes that soils our ground.
White over black,
as snow covers the ashes,
and purifies this land.
Over mountains tall,
over plains of valleys,
over lakes of deep,
nature's now asleep.
Spark inside one's heart
soon will forge a fire,
and war won't wait.
Ashes, beneath dead human flesh on pyre.
Waiting... For snow to fall.
To cover all, that is,
that lives, and is dead.
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Unseen Eyes
06:52
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Unseen Eyes
Author: Tine Horvat/Tine Bregar
Empress of night, passes daylight.
Mysterious being, hides from seeing.
Philosopher small, who knows all,
thread of life, death's thrall.
With eyes unseen,
observes the realm of living.
Carried on silent wings,
odd are the ways of it's kin.
Walking the path…
Into the forest...
Over clearings, by streams…
Follow dim winds!
There where nature is grim,
forget about your sin,
put your soul on rest,
you're nor first nor last.
Memories of the past, so full of greed and lust.
Desolation is here, tears that pour inside.
Under night, when unseen flies.
Below the trees, where unseen abides,
I want to see, what can not be seen,
what can not be, death by one's gleam?
By one's gleam?
Yellow eyes watching,
for him from above.
Foreteller of doom.
Nature's harbinger I assume?
Footprints of many others,
have they ever been seen again?
I'm on my own now,
as my mind clears.
No rose without thorns,
only thorns without a bloom.
No salvation for my past,
though i know i'm not last!
Sins of the past, now burried under soil.
Desolation won't stay, won't live another day.
Under night, when unseen flies.
Below the trees, where unseen abides.
Now lust is all frozen.
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Virulent Creation
08:31
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Virulent Creation
Author: Tine Bregar
Enter the maze of mind.
Dungeons under shiny halls,
where my essence abides.
Time of stillnes,
now has passed.
Hear the call of cold spirit,
it summons me...
And i follow...
Under spell, under command,
guided by a foreign hand,
enchanted with a magic of a virulent creator.
Executor of the devil's design,
forge the weapon, disciple of mine.
The servant, that'll serve my will...
And I follow...
follow!
By my mind,
with my soul,
in my hands,
it is taking shape.
By my mind
with my soul
in my hands
it is born!
And i serve him.
The master of the slave,
and the master obeys.
And i serve him.
The master of the slave,
and the weapon slays.
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Ivje Mengeš, Slovenia
NEW LINEUP:
Jonas Savšek - vocals
Tine Bregar - bass guitar
Tine Horvat - drums
Tilen Benda - guitars
Peter Frol - guitars
Maja Peteh - keyboards
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