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album  : Once Was Not
groupe : Cryptopsy
sortie   : 2005

+ paroles Cryptopsy

01- Luminum
02- In The Kingdom Where Everything Dies, The Sky Is Mortal
03- Carrionshine
04- Adeste Infidelis
05- The Curse Of The Great
06- The Frantic Pace Of Dying
07- Keeping The Cadaver Dogs Busy
08- Angelskingarden
09- The Pestilence That Walketh In Darkness (Psalm 91:5-8)
10- The End
11- Endless Cemetery

Luminum

[ Instrumental ]

In The Kingdom Where Everything Dies, The Sky Is Mortal

We are...
We are aware that we are:
We are breathing...
This is our present exhalation
(and) then comes inspiration
...wait for it...

For thee, mortals, a cataclysm
Wherein all (that) thou knowest shall die
For in this kingdom where everything dies
Where even the sky is mortal
What is not and has always been
For thee, must never be

Thine ancient gods in their pantheons
Will cease to be utterly
And the stars in thy firmament:
All will die;
and thy Prayers for Deliverance;
all will die,
And be one in a nucleon
...Reductio ad Absurdum...

Momentum
Continuum
Sacramentum
Sacrilegium
...Fires mortal Terra...
One final perfect day
From all to absence in one breath

It is all one single grain:
It is all one
And nevermore is a new beginning...

Carrionshine

After the fire, their bodies at rest
Beyond mere blood, beyond mere breath:
Their terror summons the vapours of fright
A mating call to things of the night

The things they'll become after they die
Have called to us before their time:
The dark horse of dreams has brought them here
To this Ur-Place that feeds on fear
Where the only light comes from their bones
That glow, now: all their flesh is gone

(A) Voice between rivers
Sings (the) truth that destroys
Then it laughs like a dog

(The) Voice between worlds
Has existence to void
And it dwells in their bones

?That which was drawn in sand for me
By the man of blood
Whose hand never ends
Heralds all mortality
And he-who-waits-beneath-the-scream?

Oh, to be possessed of carrionshine
To dream past the limits of carcasskind

The prayer goes :
?Unite to thee thy bones - What appertains to thee is complete?

Adeste Infidelis

Oh come all ye unfaithful
Decaying and wretched
To this cradle of impiety
To lay your impure heads

Fare thee well
Or fare thee ill:
One way or another
Some blood shall spill

What to do ?
Inter ?
Cremate all those who've died from all the hate
From this execrable aggregate
That nurtures the corrupt ?

Proselytes
Anchorites
Crusaders, wet me with your cathar kiss

Bow to them ?
Crawl for them
Those loathsome mahometic effigies ?
No!

Once, there were boundaries
The lay of the land was well defined
Came a hell of rats, and now
?Le temps entre chien et loup? is nigh
?Manquerais-je de Fid?lit? dans mon Pays ? Jamais!
Cessons nos reculs pour nous trouver des bastions
Dans des terres lointaines :
Les fauves nous harc?lent ? tout jamais
C'est donc ? nos de passer ? l'action?

In houses of fire, where everyone dies
On the killing grounds of war, in the torn flesh and flies

I know I saw you there

In the heart of disease, where love is a stone
On the faces of those whose hate is as bone

I know I saw you there
Where Hatred rules supreme

The Curse Of The Great

Das ist der fluch der m?chtigen

Let us settle with swords
The affairs of men :
Violence is the answer :
?Sis im blut?... Eisblut!

In this soiled world
We see aspects of damnation
On the faces of the killed
Instead of gratitude

This psychology may seem
A bit baroque at first
But what a boon it be
When the demons come

With time and telling, memory dulls
Of rotting boys with empty skulls :
All sons of ares, sons of mars
Whose flesh be worms, whose souls be stars

Myriads of combat corpses
The eggshell skeletons of men
Debris over which weep
Their stricken families :
Parents, wives and children
Their heroic children
Their heroic sufferings
Do strengthen hearts
And moisten eyes

Know ye not (Have ye forgotten ?)
Your place in the earth ?
We know (as we've always known)
(that) there can be no place
For such as ye
Upon our blameless, benighted earth

The breath of the dead
Fills the stagnant breeze :
Now, the world is perfect
(and) those left behind still weep

(And) should the question of terror arise
We'll draw our hate down from the skies

We live beneath a carcass moon
That makes a horror of all days
For on this battlefield
Even the wicked get worse than they deserve

?But then, it is the curse of the great
To have to walk over the corpses.?
?Es war schon immer der fluch der m?chtigen
?ber leichen schreiten zu m?ssen.?

With our deeds of carnage
We hail bloodshed our immortal king

The Frantic Pace Of Dying

They are living candles
And we will watch them burn

Their frantic pace of dying
Is so hard to maintain

Into the arms of solace you go :
(we sing the screams of men :)
?make a joyful noise unto the lord?
Scream and scream again

Age or beauty : which to burn ?
There's always room for one less :
Suffering is the master from whom we learn :
Keep this secret and be blessed

In these, the last days before revelation
As existence is futile and failure is not an option
They bleed for love of the body
And they die for the body :
Now, only silence remains...
A sylvan silence

The sick
The dying
The dead
The rotting
The damned...
...the burning

Their lives, as such are but a trifle :
Their sacrifices, much like compost
Will help to nourish the seeds of the future :
This august body cannot cease to grow

?Arbeit macht frei?
Until you die :
Welcome to permanent downtime

They are all living candles
And we will watch them burn out

All these small deaths
Of mind, of body
Rest is for the weak

Keeping The Cadaver Dogs Busy

We who end lives with a wink and a smile
And a song in our hearts and a twinkling eye
Do so with a noble purpose in mind :
To thin out the rabble of humankind

We are never where you think
We'll be
The shadow underneath your sink
Our teeth into
Your fragile flesh
Is ours to do with as we
?Please! Oh, help me!?

Here come the cadaver dogs :
They'll find where the dead girl lies :
Unlike us, they'll be soft with her
Like she were made of eyes

?Street musician found strangled
In the trunk of a car?
?Gutted vagrant found hanging
From a tree in a park?
?Naked infant found frozen
On some steps leading down?
?Headless foetus found rotting
On the roof of a house?

Recycle the body pits
And human cluster dumps
Filled with the burnt, the stabbed
And the lucky machinegunned

There are no victims
Just landfill statistics
Where overpopulation threatens us all :
?Disordered thinking :?
Is that what they call it ?
So, our culling (of) the herd has left you appalled ?

(Or,) see it as a self-defense
If no other way :
Encroaching humans number our days :
Probe the young for signs
To no effect :
Serial killing's not a birth defect

Here come the cadaver dogs :
They'll find where the dead man lies :
Unlike us, they'll be soft with him
Like he were thinning ice

Angelskingarden

Touched by Jeqon
The inciter
Well-rounded woman flesh
Doth tempt
The angels of the watch
To sin
And their sons are
Nephilim

Thrice blessed are we in his garden
We have the world, our health, our kin :
As we ?go forth and multiply?
We take form each other's skin

Endogamy : the choice of millions
In (all their) elemental ugliness :
In the echoes of repetition
Imperfection sires itself

Nothing in life
Has any business being perfect :
It's an affront
To anyone with good taste

Choice is divine
So choose family over strangers :
Why trouble the waters
Of the gene pool for a mate ?

Carbon Vessel
Carbon content
Carbon copy
...Carbonize...

Like a lump between two surgeons
Man quivers 'twixt desire and need :
The law is the will, and we've chosen
The kingdom of which we would be

In filial sect
We are genesis incarnate :
In our faces
We see manifest destiny

(and) leave nothing alive

With thoughts of heaven come deeds of flesh :
We'd look once more upon his holy visage
And our children whom we've known and wed
(are) our means to recreate his image

In lurking fear of his displeasure
After dark, between their cries
In the eye of the beholder :
This is where beauty dies

The Pestilence That Walketh In Darkness (Psalm 91:5-8)

?Thou shalt not be afraid for the terror by night
For the arrow that flieth by day
For the pestilence that walketh in darkness
For the destruction that wasteth at noonday
A thousand shall fall at thy side, and ten thousand
At thy right hand : but it shall not come nigh thee
Only with thine eyes shalt thou behold
And see the reward of the wicked.?

One last
Perfect night of life on earth
I saw a pestilence descend on wings
Plague black
As it rode the ancient star wind
There are
Things more horrible than death

The End

[ Instrumental ]

Endless Cemetery

Beneath a shawl of midnight silence
A howling blackness
Where all is remade in necromorphosis
Asleep in human remains

Worn from the stones
Elegiac words
Recounting hopes
And forgotten lives
For beneath them lies
The dust of humans
The dust of dreams
The dust...

A coach drawn by the blackest steeds
As befits those who've passed from life
Will bring you to where swarm the specters
Of man's best-loved funerals

The laws of flesh are here repealed :
Vigor mortis is now on the way
So count the black beads of your sorrow
While you stammer your frightened prayers

Readjust your vision, see the warp in the shadows...
There's something wrong with the dark :
Something that thrives on wretchedness and sorrow
And makes the darkness crawl

Rain-swelled clouds
Blot out the sun
Damned nor'easter
Chilling the dark

Branches, sticks
Thistles, thorns
Feathers, fur
Mud and bones...
Dying ground

A lifeless thing of earthen heath
Seeing soil from beneath
Knows the need to summon flesh
To its maw

Cold blue lips frame (a) yard-wide grin
That calls to flesh, to let it in
And thus indulge its yearning
Come the unDawn

Roam the endless cemetery of what once was
(where) the Allfeeling is never truly gone