作词 : Frelik, Wiwczarek We await the silent empire The timeless domain of disinherited ones We do believe in silence All that is hidden and hushed serves our quest The spaceless kingdom of ones that expect The nameless worshippers of future to come When the courier's sign glimmers in the dark We rise our eyes in wait Our heads - that's where it dwells Our hearts - that's where it ripens Our hopes - that's where it reigns You'd better never antagonize the horn We wish to disremember the defeated cause Lost in the maze of the world We restlessly seek way out and up To evil towers, to another fall from grace into pride There in the world they think they conspire How pitiful seems their toil and plot We drop out letters into waste bins in the streets And gather to read the words of those who concoct Our heads - that's where it dwells Our hearts - that's where it ripens Our hopes - that's where it reigns You'd better never antagonize the horn The empire, it is in us The horn, there you can see The message, this should come soon Trystero, the name we behold We're from the outer empire Our heads - that's where it dwells Our hearts - that's where it ripens Our hopes - that's where it reigns You'd better never antagonize the horn We await the silent empire In the so-called "Enochion" system of Magick, the 10th Ethyr (a non-dimensional sphere of the Astral) named ZAX is the place where the Psychonaut must meet and battle CHRONZON, a deamon-god to some, yet an illusory non-entity to others. This devil of Dispersion is the guardian of the Abyss, the Dweller of the Threshold, and the Gate itself, thus identical with YOG-SOTHOT of H. P. Lovecraft's mythos.
作词 : Frelik, Wiwczarek We await the silent empire The timeless domain of disinherited ones We do believe in silence All that is hidden and hushed serves our quest The spaceless kingdom of ones that expect The nameless worshippers of future to come When the courier's sign glimmers in the dark We rise our eyes in wait Our heads - that's where it dwells Our hearts - that's where it ripens Our hopes - that's where it reigns You'd better never antagonize the horn We wish to disremember the defeated cause Lost in the maze of the world We restlessly seek way out and up To evil towers, to another fall from grace into pride There in the world they think they conspire How pitiful seems their toil and plot We drop out letters into waste bins in the streets And gather to read the words of those who concoct Our heads - that's where it dwells Our hearts - that's where it ripens Our hopes - that's where it reigns You'd better never antagonize the horn The empire, it is in us The horn, there you can see The message, this should come soon Trystero, the name we behold We're from the outer empire Our heads - that's where it dwells Our hearts - that's where it ripens Our hopes - that's where it reigns You'd better never antagonize the horn We await the silent empire In the so-called "Enochion" system of Magick, the 10th Ethyr (a non-dimensional sphere of the Astral) named ZAX is the place where the Psychonaut must meet and battle CHRONZON, a deamon-god to some, yet an illusory non-entity to others. This devil of Dispersion is the guardian of the Abyss, the Dweller of the Threshold, and the Gate itself, thus identical with YOG-SOTHOT of H. P. Lovecraft's mythos.
