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album  : Rom 5:12
groupe : Marduk
sortie   : 2007

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01- The Levelling Dust
02- Cold Mouth Prayer
03- Imago Mortis
04- Through The Belly Of Damnation
05- 1651
06- Limbs Of Worship
07- Accuser / Opposer
08- Vanity Of Vanities
09- Womb Of Perishableness
10- Voices From Avignon

The Levelling Dust

High on it?s hill, the white house stands,
Like a mosque of silence on the cliff of demise,
An eastern outline against the light of the sky,
With the glare of sunset in the autumn night.

Behind Death?s angel, the Sunset-glow darken,
Shadow thickens under oaken leaves,
Soon the last power streams of summer droop,
Around the dwelling of fire in the City of the Dead,

And as an echo of the Black Death,
Still lingers forgotten under the Song of the Wind,
A mossy remnant of the Dark Fates,
That the scourge of the plague us once bestowed.

Behind Death?s Angel, the Sunset glow darken,
Shadow thickens under oaken leaves,
Soon the last power streams of summer droop,
Around the dwelling of fire in the City of the Dead,

And as an echo of the Black Death,
Still lingers forgotten under the Song of the Wind,
A mossy remnant of the Dark Fates,
That the scourge of the Plague us once bestowed,
The Plague Cemetery, nook of cracked stones,
Close by here slumbers in the place of centuries,
The Whisper from the Past Converges,
With the Temple of Death in our own time.

Cold Mouth Prayer

Quickened lumps of Earth,
A feast for fowls and greedy worms,
Count your sins, the Snakes within,
An eyeless leap into the Bosom of Decay,
Cold Mouth prayer,
Cold Mouth prayer,

A flash, a minute, a winter?s dust,
A choir of fingers sings of putrefaction,
Cold Mouth Prayer, cold Mouth Prayer,
A smile left to rot in the Sun of Despair,
Sceptre and crown must tumble down

And in dust be equal made.
Within the hollow crown keeps Death, his court.
Cold mouth prayer, cold mouth prayer,
Frail bubbles of breath and dying,
A mere looking-glass for the grief you fled,
The one birthright, a painted stone of woe,
Count your wrongs, the Lord has come!
A map of Death, the Burthen of my Song,
Your name is but a call for decomposition,
Shackles of Darkness in an Urn of Light,
And another empty lung to the sides of the pit,
Cold Mouth prayer, Cold mouth prayer,
Cold Mouth prayer, Cold mouth prayer,
Cold Mouth prayer, Cold mouth prayer,
Cold Mouth prayer, Cold mouth prayer.

Imago Mortis

Imago Mortis, ever since the applebite, deathened!
The branches creep together, a chair with a cold back,
...Lux Rigor Mortis, Lux Rigor Mortis, Lux Rigor Mortis...
Today king, tomorrow worms and cold in mouth,
A reach for purity, through decay, through black soil excrements,
None shall stand before the Lord of the Death-Winged Dart,

Cold and hollow, silent yet piercing,
Death fire trumpets, fresh traces from twelve-to-twelve,
Pole to pole, infans to decrepitus
Sunbleached shadow, useless corpse,
Jesus loves you, useless corpse
...Lux Rigor Mortis, Lux Rigor Mortis,
Lux Rigor Mortis, Cinis Ater et Ossa.

Behold, one who moments ago, at the height of power,
Received worship from kneeling crowd,
Now himself cast down by death?s dominion,
Bears mute witness to the whole world?s face:
Cinis Ater et Ossa.

Sack of maggots, maggotsack,
Hopeless pile of hopeless bones,
So this was His holy plan for you ?
Wings of dust, handful of nothing,
Iron skies and streets of brass,
Even the Whore, she loves us all!

Imago Mortis, ever since the applebite, deathened!
The branches creep together, a reach for purity,
Through decay, through black soil excrements,
All must kneel before the Lord of the Death-winged Dart,

Imago Mortis,
Wings of Dust,
Handful of Nothing,
Hopeless pile
Of hopeless bones.

Through The Belly Of Damnation

Condemnation, the air lies thick with sin and dust,
High on conceit, from the frantic worship of the Carnal and the Vain,
And judgement came on sturdy wings, cheers of pestilence,
Dancing disease, through the Belly of Damnation.
And the rhythm of war, shall enchant us all,
And battalions of plague, to guard every gate.

Dazzling Jacinth, brimstone and flame,
Unbound, unleashed, unstaunched, unchained,
This ban of destruction, these four winds of clean,
Through the belly of damnation, to the diaphragm of man,
All flesh wareth old as a barment:
For the Covenant from the beginning is,
THOU SHALT DIE THE DEATH!

Honest like a mother?s love, a spear of famine,
A wingless dove, raging teeth and the fang of death,
To carve out a fourth from the curse that is man.
Come and see, come and repent, come and see,
A brand new justice, through the Belly of Damnation,
To the Abode of the Unwashed.

Clawed wing and famine divine, to leave no man behind,
And battalions of plagues to guard every gate,
But of he our own flesh that shall mark the fall.

1651

Then it will be by the pale death with his cold hand,
Who with time will stroke your breasts at last;
The precious coral of your lips long past,
Your shoulder?s snow, now warm,
Turned cold to sand.

Your eye?s sweet lightning, the skills of your hand,
To him before whom all things fail, will fall
That hair that rivals gold, it?s gleam will pall,
With days and years as any common band.

Your well-formed foot, your so enchanting ways,
Of not to dust, to nothing time decays,
Then none will bow down for your beauty?s sake,
This and more than this will come to be;
Not even your bones the end of time will see,
Since time chose of nothing it to make.

Limbs Of Worship

Supplication, knees of glass,
Clothed in the fissures of the outskirts of life,
Soil and shadow, shadow soil
Left here to feed upon the punishments of God.

Nameless, I have no name,
The book of flesh is bleeding for I have no name,
The steadiness of unsteadiness,
My lounge is a pillar in the temple of Death,

Crucifixion, cross of holes,
And my hands arts a thousand winters,
Rust and spirit, angel swarm,
Shovelling sins to build the devil?s bridge

Power, power,
I swallowed your psalms to gain their power.
A key-shaped sword and a sword-shaped key,
Mountains to water, oceans to stone.

Zealous limbs of worship,
And my song is a tempest of ash
Brave after brave, countless millennia
Hopeless manic-death addiction,

Fall after fall, countless millennia,
Fathomless, insoluble death saturation.
Broken eyes, funeral poison,
A just reward from this garden of fevers
Decide and I?ll stay here never dry,
For the eight day is but a song to the Lord

Nameless, I have no name,
The book of Flesh is bleeding,
For I have no name,
The steadiness of unsteadiness,
My lounge is a pillar
In the temple of Death.

Accuser / Opposer

(Exo ciso tei e mondes sime spiritus,
Omnes incursio adversari,
Omne phantasma omnis legio,
In nomine domini nostui,
E radicale e defungare ad... ?
Epse tibi diferat quitede supernus...)

Accuser, accuser,
Exhaustless fountain of poison divine,
I ate of Death to cleanse my flesh of God
To make me thy entrance to the veins of the world,

Now as we turn to seek thy face,
Pour down on us thy redeeming wrath,
For you will ascend into heaven,
And will exalt thy throne above God,
And you will sit also upon the Mount of the Congregation,
In the sides of North,

And you will ascend above the heights of the clouds,
And will be like the Most High,
Yet where you brought down to the sides of the pit,
Which we now must merge with the skies.

Opposer, opposer,
Core, marrow and essence of my Will,
I renounce this flesh in the name of thy praise,
To kindle the coals of Salvation?s spring.
I drank of hell to cleanse my soul of God,
To reach the light in which thou dwellest,

Adversary, adversary,
Glorious slenderer and everything?s adversary.
Whose blade alone split the tongues of the world,
Yet shall the highest of truths mark thy crown,
Now as we turn to seek thy face,
Pour down on us thy redeeming wrath.

Vanity Of Vanities

A shackle of frailest copper,
A summer?s hailstone too hard to conceal,
Perishableness advances,
Vanity of Vanities

Endless dreams of lifeless prayers,
Justice has closed mercy?s door,
The skeleton rose to carry out his duty,
To make his arrows drink with blood.

Vanity of Vanities: All is Vanity

A shackle of frailest copper, vanity of vanities
Perishableness approaching, all is vanity.
Within sin dwellest death,
Within sin dwellest death.

A shackle of frailest copper, A summer?s hailstone too hard to conceal,
Perishableness advances, vanity of vanities.
A wingless mosquito, jumping around the light of inanition,
A turnhung meagre with compulsion, vanity of vanities.
Vanity of vanities: All is vanity
Vanity of vanities: All is vanity.

Thou fair one, behold these bones,
Thou learned one, see these empty skulls,
Thou wealthy one, consider this dust,
Thou thrall, see the rest,
Thou king see thy destiny,
Thou thrall see thee rest.

Womb Of Perishableness

A woeful and miserable matter,
Life is and it near comes to end,
Death?s angel soars around all,
And over the world calls out:
?VANITY! PERISHABLENESS!?

All on Earth who breath bear,
Must fall to the ground before his glaive,
And grief alone lives on,
To carve upon the wide tomb:
?VANITY! PERISHEABLENESS!
VANITY! PERISHABLENESS!?

When the same Earth one embraces sees,
The bones of common man and king,
What tells less ?
What tells more ?
A marble stone or a mound of mould ?
VANITY! PERISHEABLENESS!

The strong one puts no solace in his power,
And the wise not in wisdom, still;
What is happiness and joy ?
Worldly goods and the price of man ?
VANITY! PERISHEABLENESS!

Behold, the one whose world is cramped,
And the one who sets flesh to arm,
Both shall they find room in the end,
By the same mother?s cold bosom:
VANITY! PERISHEABLENESS!
VANITY! PERISHEABLENESS!
VANITY! PERISHEABLENESS!
VANITY! PERISHEABLENESS!

Voices From Avignon

Speak through me, Speak through me,
The sin must be washed away with blood,
Dream through me, called to a new life through death

Called to a new life through death,
But what shall you reach for when all colours fall ?
Overwhelmed with maledictions, feel the rays of redemption
Of a brand new sun.

Choking? Asphyxia, Inhale the Darkness,
Lungs filled up, Asphyxia, Asphyxia?
But who shall you reach for when all colours fall ?
Long-drawn moans and piercing cries,
Blend with prayers and litanies, faces bone dry,
Condemned as the river everybody drank of
Inhale! Inhale!

Speak through me, the sin must be washed away with blood,
Dream through me, called to a new life through death,
Called to a new life through death,
But what shall you reach for when all colours fall ?