Misrule Songtext
von Nightbringer

The dead sit in the light of the sun
As the midnight breaks upon the land
We are drunk on the bloods wine
That spills from the green vine
Of old Dionysus

Ahhhh
On the old sun
In the mirror of the moonless night
Another taste, another truth, to foretell
Truth, but for me, my brother, his life
Shedding blood, at the dark, so to say
Ahhhh


Is foul, is foul
The wise is the fool
In these places
Where in places
The devil′s alluration
Is foul, is foul
The wise is the fool
In these places
Desolation
The devil's exaltation
Ahhhh

By night we sing the silence, Hagar
And by day its glorious heights
As we glut upon the sacrament
Offered up by serpent, Convent
Whence the Nian collects the holy rites
Why decease the other
My reflection, my brother
Another life, one for strife
And the toll of Death′s bell
The more for suffering
Why drown on this bay
The plague of paradise
Of the grandeur of Hell


Is foul, is foul
The wise is the fool
In these places
Where in places
The devil's alluration
Is foul, is foul
The wise is the fool
In these places
Desolation
The devil's exaltation
Ahhhh

Ahhhh
Towards the gate of the seer
Thrust imagination′s divine key
Like the spear of secret shadings
To pierce the body of Poseidon
And let his blood run endlessly free
Too far unto me
Too far unto me
And now I shall know
And now I shall see
The orb which revolves about the noon
Turned seven, paradoxically