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At the Gates
04:56
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I stand before thee, Father of all that seeks
A spirit forged from the depths of chaos
Primordial echoes of a dying race
Scream like soulless wraiths of what once was
The gates stand closed to the lesser ones
Forgotten in time, shunned by the light, and the dark
Their blood is weak, impure and faded
None shall pass, the twisted iron, and the one eye
The price of being, is to become and behold
The halls of the gods, born of blood and stone
Share none of their power, with honourless men
I have borne the curse, and loved her mistress
The dark star revealed its secret
And its unseen light shined through me
Ancient and cruel, for at the gates I stand
To walk forward to the beginning
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The Stranger
04:51
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Against the Grail
05:28
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"...the master of high renown, found in a confused pagan script, the legend that reaches back, to the primordial source of all legends." -- Wolfram von Eschenbach, "Parsival", 1210
"My ancestors were pagans, my forebears were heretics." -- Otto Rahn, "Lucifer's Servants", 1937
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Orion Awaits
09:05
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O through those thrice forgotten eyes
I see the gates of Now
Distant breath of yesteryears
Sealed with an ancient vow
Faded souls, of unknown birth
Lies in wait before the gates
In dying throes, they enter forth
To be sealed in endless fate
But through those burning eyes I see
A key to eternal change
Chaos born, in void complete
Where destiny forged its name
In dormant sleep, yet seeing all
A shadow within steps forth
Orion awaits, its bastard child
To rise up in the North
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Tears for Baldur
02:05
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"And if all things in the world, alive or dead, weep for him, then he shall go back to the Aesir, but he be kept with Hel if any objects or refuses to weep." -- From Gylfaginning, in the Prose Edda, by Snorri Sturluson.
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Beyond the Dying Sun
02:59
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Feel the dark, feel the cold winds blow across the seas of fate
Feel chaos wrap its loving arms around those who call
At Midgarth's end, the cycle of time stands still
As the frozen sky casts reflections of the barren lands below
A universe dies, yet a universe is born
For those who have become, beyond the dying sun
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