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In the Deepest Abyss
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No more existing eyelids so hard.
The hands are left in the deepest abyss.
Nothing can wake this cursed mind
That still remembers the blackest skies,
Can’t realize it lost its eyes
Engulfed in flames of the severest skies
For the falling.
There is the furthest secret place
Where the life arises from the space.
That place can show him the greatest fault
That he had done forgotten the goal
Immersed in the darkness.
The ancient wrath.
The waves are rising and the eyes can see.
The storm is roaring and the arms can feel.
When they destroy all universe
He will be able to learn the truth.
When the storm lets up and goes away
The sea'll be fog-bound and lose its edges.
He'll find the path through the memories
That will create the ghostly ways
Paved with destruction and a dreadful scale
Rooted in the darkest ancient times
Of murder.
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2. |
The Way Through Universe
03:47
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In the gloom something so bright
Appears in the flames and leaves it behind.
The glint of the soul will flow through the core of the darkness
And will extract the roots of a molding tree fallen down
That will be torn apart by its slightest touching
And will crumble to dust and fly to the sky.
In the gloom something so bright
Appears in the flames and leaves it behind.
In the night…
There is the ice of the coldest space.
The one who extracts the salt from the warm blood
Can receive the force of the live heart.
He forgot when he’d lost his true face
Gazing at the center of the tenebrous universe.
His wishes are lost in space
And now he has the one
To see the ocean floor
Where the grasping mind
Dreams about the rest,
Waits for eternity
Falling into a sleep.
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3. |
Fallen into Oblivion
05:02
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A figure of the dead stays
Among petrified souls
That have surrounded
This walking corpse.
The signs of the death illumine the sky,
With that light decay appears.
Black marks of rot dot the hands
Which are raised towards the heaven side.
The figure of the dead begs
To pronounce the one last word
But a deathlike silence
Comes from the ghostly circle.
There were lots of atrocious
Tortures of the flesh.
Souls must be released
From this cursed place.
The scent of blood
Can quench its eternal thirst
To be avenged
And raised above the heads…
Above the heads of ghosts…
Its arms embrace these trembling spirits
And make them stand in silent watching
Of the fall of everlasting fear that will never come back.
Its name was forgotten.
Its name was forgotten.
Its name was forgotten.
Its name was forgotten.
There were lots of atrocious
Tortures of the flesh.
Souls must be released
From this cursed place.
Now they are free from the chains.
They are free
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Gutted by Fire
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The footprints on the graveyard are seen so vague.
They lead to smouldering pieces of the walls.
When the destruction touched them suddenly
They kept horrendous mysteries.
This place must be burnt to ashes
And whelmed by thousand pounds of salt.
The heaviness of unseen chains doesn't let the shades move
Forcing them to stay inside and lament for excuse
Dropping with transparent blood and perishing again.
There is a perpetual ghastly dream
That phantoms shall see all the time.
When the destruction touched the walls suddenly
They kept horrendous mysteries.
This place must be burnt to ashes
And whelmed by thousand pounds of salt.
No way to get free for the captured agony.
The sacrifice was futile and brought decay.
There was no light in that ancient vault.
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5. |
Surfeit
04:09
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The gale is blowing and it is raining heavily.
The holes of windows are staring with a cadaveric dim obscurity.
The walls are bleeding, there is a thousandth death completed.
Abysmal hunger can’t wait for a new one bloody offering.
The souls are being torn by thorny chains and fear
Thrashing about in the dark of the hideous crypt.
The flesh is forsaken and the ghosts have lost their feels and thoughts
But now they ought to bear a burden of perpetual death.
There is only one chance to break these chains
and go to the edge of the universe…
Oblivion…
There is only one chance to break these chains
and go to the edge of the universe…
Oblivion…
There is only one chance to break these chains
and go to the edge of the universe…
Oblivion…
There is only one chance to break these chains
and go to the edge of the universe…
Oblivion…
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6. |
Forgotten Quietus
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This figure has no human face,
There are holes where eyes should be placed.
The worms must loathe this carrion
As it forgot to find the last resting-place.
Fingers of the dead search for the dust
That has just been the cure for the crumbling ghost.
A pinch of this dust should make him live
But now it’s just keeping death in his soul.
Confusing the pulse of rotting veins
With the heart beat in his hollow breast
Shivering with cold in his torn rags
He can’t see him losing the warm blood.
He needs no light in this gloomy vault.
The emptiness of eye pits shows better the way.
The blood will flow through putrefying veins
And turn into the same decomposing substance.
The eternal process of returning flesh to the ground…
The liquid substance has poured the glass.
It draws the pattern of his awful coming death.
But he won’t see this terrifying scene.
The glass has been emptied
And the essence brings him the taste of life…
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Saturated with Terror
04:47
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The closest flash of light
Is the distant shining star
That have never seen a putrefying place
Gobbled by the darkness
Which master can find the way
By bones and ashes.
Having lost his real scent
Saturated with the smell of murder
He stained his hands
With streams of blood and became dishonoured.
His death
The only splash of mercy
Are the sharpest claws pierced the ground.
They tear the pile of flesh
Which had beating hearts and pulsing veins.
And now it’s drowned in soil
Covered with tree waste and forgotten.
His death
The potion of heartless chained his will.
The edges of his robe ignited the ground.
Among these forks of the severe flame
He feels no pain of the burnt skin.
Among this brightest dazzling light
He sees the darkness of the crypt.
When the essence touches his lips
Vultures will come flying
To perceive the walking dead
Free of thoughts of dying.
Having no real cause
To refuse to eat the desired prey
They’ll retreat with an awful sense
To fly away and never return.
His death
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8. |
Utmost Secrecy
03:51
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Thousands of years passed… passed…
Thousands of years passed… passed…
Thousands of years passed… passed…
Thousands of years passed… passed…
A roaring ocean rages in the thick darkness of the night.
The time has stopped and stars hung in the firmament.
A noise of falling leaves reminds of the death
That hides under a huge pile of the withered tree waste.
Drowning his hands into the whispering leaves
The wanderer gropes for the tombstone
Concealing a mystery from the daylight.
A blast of wind tears off the veil from the foliage.
The grave is opened wide and the pitch darkness descends.
Thousands of years passed… passed…
Thousands of years passed… passed…
Thousands of years passed… passed…
Thousands of years
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9. |
Never Existed
05:34
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There was one man who had lost his eternal soul
In that time when he had not seen the light.
Seen the light…
Born in the wrong time, not having his own way
He was doomed to failure at the very beginning.
When he found shelter in a clandestine vault
He was doomed to failure at the very end.
It was written and hidden somewhere no one knew.
It was written and hidden somewhere no one knew.
The marks of emptiness lied on his waxen skin.
No one could see them and his pale face.
It was possible to see even a water splash
But not the one who…
Never existed…
Passed through the darkness, absorbed in his thirst
He forgot the strength named kismet.
When the stars fell and the life was subdued
He forgot the strength named death.
The marks of emptiness lied on his waxen skin.
No one could see them and his pale face.
It was possible to see even a water splash
But not the one who…
Never existed…
The time disappeared, the streams petrified,
But relentless fate would not retreat.
Born in the wrong time he should not have seen the light.
He was doomed to failure at the very end.
He was doomed to failure at the very end.
He was doomed to failure at the very end.
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10. |
Source
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Bjarm
The band was founded in autumn of 2009 and demo “Defect” appeared at the end of 2010. There were performances at local festivals after that. The new material was ready by the middle of 2012 and album “Imminence” was released in 2014. Soon thereafter there was a short tour of Russia to support the album. Single “Cursed Desolation” appeared in 2018 after pause. The work on new album started in 2019. ... more
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