THIS GIFT IS A CURSE LYRICS

1. Swinelord

Oh
I will be this storm
To carve up all wounds
Oh
I shall travel with this pain
You son of Azrael
In thy mark I shall be
And I will be thy decay
And all that I am – I am because of Him

All hail the Swinelord
All hail – All hail
I will swear this oath

All hail – All hail I will be the face soulless decay
All hail – All hail
I will become a true force of neglect
All hail – All hail

(Hear then the oath)
"Witch-moon of blood and sinew: A dying star of no remorse
Swollen-up body in the ebb and flood
A poisonous vessel to wash up on shore or sleep safe in an ocean bed"
Oh Swinelord, can you hear their cries?
No acceptance of fate – nor fall

So swear this oath!
I am where you'll be
Unsigned to fate
I am what you'll be
An insurgent of fail
I am what I am
In the unseen light

All hail the Swinelord
All hail – All hail

2. New Temples

Oh
Deliver me
Drag me out from the mass
Forced upon an oath as the memories will always follow you
The crown is upside down
From the dying light like dust in the eyes
This is my god

We'll rot in hell
Over and over again
Whatever the river does with my soul
Below – we outshadow the sun
Oh alive for a lie
(Here) pain is
Order

Turn the rivers black
Let the poison venture
Turn the rivers black

Let it venture
Turn these hearts black
And we will follow
Turn this heart black
And he will follow
Turn these rivers black
Like it was foretold
Turn these hearts black
Light the flame

3. Rites

We will be like the wolves
We will be traitors hiding among the unsaved
We will be the carriers
With words ever unsung
What was hidden inside will now crawl out

Rites holy rites
I bleed out from the scar of our dying world
Rites holy rites
Baptized my soul in His scarlet mass
Rites holy rites
Where Death is certain…
Rites holy rites
… life will mean nothing at all!

You are a lost flock
There will be no aid
No white shepherd
(This is) No worship - this is war

Break away from the heard
Bash in their doors torch down their halls
Break away from the heard
Sweep all traces
Cut through the mist
Break away from the heard
Bash in their doors
Break away from the heard
Cut through the mist
Break away from the heard
Torch down their halls
Break away from the heard
Sweep all traces

4. XI: For I Am the Fire

Fire
Oh set fire to these fields
For I am the carrier of the torch
The lurid scar
Safe and distant I stray from the path
As fires hides in the smoke
I can't tell day from night (IIII)
I crawl through the ashes with the key in my hand
Over the threshold
I reach out and touch His crown

I long for your void and I envy the silence of Your unforgiving embrace
The greatness of nothing
The greatness of Your abyss
So I stray from the path – right into Your arms

Take this vain sacrifice
Open the doorways
Let me adore you through the everlasting night…
After the 11th hour
I give in to You
And after all; we live in a dream
After all; you're the only escape
And after the 11th hour
I give in to You

5. Hanging Feet

By God
mark these words: we are falling
I follow the Serpent into the Garden
I pour poison onto the trail
A misplacement of purity
You nailed your savior to the cross and sealed your fate
Faith with sharper swords
So I left my heart on the other side
I left your god on the other side

So mark these words: Oh
Now I see it - Only death is real
You know I will keep my soul
You know I will keep my soul
You know I will keep my soul as you will lose it all
I was never here at all Dark father
Take us home

6. Old Lies

I be the truth
With all teeth fixed in
Disciple of bitterness
The inhere of the blackest of Light
I be the lies
Within the holiest of scripts
Guardians of the fall
Keepers of venomous faith
We breathe fire into these dead words
We keep your secrets safe in the abyss
We breathe fire into these dead words
We keep your secrets safe in the abyss
Bring down fire from the heavens
You inducer of undying shadows
Bring down fire from the heavens
You bellwether of absolute night
I will be your will
The Hand that turns the knife
Disciple of serpents
Charmer of the purest of dark

I be the end, believe me when I claim:
"I will be no lie - as I will never speak the truth"
Within deceptive thoughts, deceptive thoughts

7. We Use Your Dead as Vessels

Truth is dead
And death never rode in on a fucking pale horse
I am guilty
For unmasking the whole masquerade
Oh, so what will be will now be
They have been feeding you withered lies and grey matter
To keep you still
Beneath their towers and inverted crowns
To serve their light
To harvest their fruit
To suffer in silence
So be still and pray while I dance to these songs of blood
When we fall from the light
Hear the choirs numb
And everything you believe will mean nothing at all
When shadows gather
Embrace the dark
And everything you believe will mean nothing at all
When shadows gather
Embrace the dark
What you believe will mean nothing
When shadows gather
I have no desire
I have no domain
I now see what I cast
And I can't flee nor redeem
Pain – I take what I found
Pain is all I can be

8. Askrådare

"I sorgedräkt jag går
Utan sol
Utan ljus
Jag har blivit schakalers broder
Blivit de smutsigas anförvant
Min harpa tjänar bara till sorgelåt
Min stämma är mitt klagoljud
Och jag har glömt vad lycka är
Jag har glömt"

Bränn det du en gång tillbad
Tillbe det du en gång bränt
Nu tar jag det tillbaks
Se mig ångra allt
Men allting är försent
Det var alltid för sent sådana som oss
Så jag bränner allt som jag en gång tillbad

Tillber det jag en gång bränt

Svär på allt som heligt var – för den som inget heligt har
Nu tar jag det tillbaks
Se mig ångra allt
Nu tar jag det tillbaks
Se mig ångra allt
Men allt är försent
Det var alltid för sent för sådana som oss
Så jag bränner allt som jag en gång tillbad
Jag tillber det jag en gång bränt

"I sorgedräkt jag går
Utan sol
Utan ljus Jag har blivit schakalers broder
De smutsigas anförvant
Min harpa tjänar bara till sorgelåt

Min stämma är mitt klagoljud
Och jag har glömt vad lycka är
Jag har glömt vad lycka är
Jag har glömt vilka vi var
Jag har glömt vad livet var…"

Bränn det du en gång tillbad
Tillbe det du en gång bränt
Nu tar jag det tillbaka
Se mig ångra allt
Jag ångrar allt
Men allt är försent

Det var alltid för sent för sådana som oss

Så jag bränner allt jag en gång tillbad
Jag dyrkar det jag en gång bränt
Jag det tillbaka
Se mig ångra allt
Jag ångrar allt

Men allt är försent
Det var alltid för sent för sådana som oss
Så jag dyrkar det som finns kvar i askan
Så jag dyrkar det som finns kvar oss
Jag det dyrkar det som finns kvar av oss
Det som finns kvar av oss
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THIS GIFT IS A CURSE LYRICS