.​.​.​And The Stormwinds Weep In Glory

by Neriglissar

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released October 2, 2014

All Instruments and Screams by Verdigris
Clean Vocals by Mæstør

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Track Name: The Old Grey Tower
Up in the the old gray tower
I've climbed the winding stair
And looked out over the earth
From the topmost window there
Far stretches the world away
And naught shuts out the sky
And rain and wind and thunderbolts
Wreak havoc, dancing high
Track Name: Demonic Exaltation
Up in the the old gray tower
I've climbed the winding stair
And looked out over the earth
From the topmost window there
Far stretches the world away
And naught shuts out the sky
And rain and wind and thunderbolts
Wreak havoc, dancing high

The thunder rolls and the lightning looms
Great towers of a glorious past
Ages goes by and the mountains still stand
As the forest turns to dust
The splendour falls on castle walls
And snowy summits old in story
The long lights dance upon the lake
And the stormwinds weep in glory

Blow, oh, stormwinds, blow - set the thunder echoes flying,
Weep, oh, stormwinds, weep – you who no one dares defying
Blow, oh, stormwinds, blow – for the world to hear you crying
Weep, oh, stormwinds, weep – sing your praise to the dying
WAIL!

O Stormwinds, reign over yon rich sky
The tyrant of the heavens and nether
Your echoes roll from soul to soul
And grow forever and ever
I plead thee for great elation
The mighty of all elements
Bring me to exaltation
Demonic spirits of firmament

Blow, oh, stormwinds, blow - set the thunder echoes flying
Weep, oh, stormwinds, weep – you who no one dares defying
Blow, oh, stormwinds, blow – for the world to hear you crying
Weep, oh, stormwinds, weep – sing your praise to the dying
And lead us astray!

The thunder rolls and the lightning looms
Great towers of a glorious past
Ages goes by and the mountains still stand
As the forest turns to dust
The splendour falls on castle walls
And snowy summits old in story
The long lights dance upon the lake
And the stormwinds weep in glory
Track Name: Path To Alamut
The wind blows on the mountain side
This will be our final ride
A path that leads to an ancient lore
That no heretic has ever seen before
Unveil the spirit of the age of gold
Eternally wise, great and bold
Hidden in glades, caverns, and halls
A rocky castle where darkness flows

The heretics of death
Gather in the eagles nest
To ravel in forbidden fests
Of opium, wine and sex
Initiated to the order
Of secret holy murder
Cross the gates of blasphemy
Immortally exalt

Above the evening tower, the black stars glance
Upon the dreary bats in their twilight dance
The pale virgins bask in the fresh moonlight
In the dark waters of the slow, silent night

As great mountains under the morning sun
We become the servants of the oldest one
Do as he wilt
As his will is our revelry
No Heaven, no Hell, in immortality,
None can escape the annihilation. Woe to thee!

The heretics of death
Gather in the eagles nest
To ravel in forbidden fests
Of opium, wine and sex
Initiated to the order
Of secret holy murder
Cross the gates of blasphemy
Immortally exalt

The crooked swords within my soul would pierce
Into the flesh of this mortal universe
Like chains of lead around its flight of fire
I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire!
Track Name: Pulsa Denura
At this dark hour of midnight
We purify ourselves
Over this well where prayers are heard deep below
Clad in black robes
In a circle of ten we stand
The candles cast long shadows over the graves

We call forth the angel of untimely death
To bring the end to our enemy
Descend and strike him down
With whips of fire
Chain him in the infernal pit
Where he shall burn forever

The priest blows the horn
It's cry awakens the night
And pierces the hearts of our enemies with fright
For this is the secret
That you must fear
A curse of death, a fire bladed spear

We call forth the angel of untimely death
To bring the end to our enemy
Descend and strike him down
With whips of fire
Chain him in the infernal pit
Where he shall burn forever

Viewless essence, thin and bare,
See thou melted into air,
Still with horror hovering near
Thy earthly form shall disappear,
Be thou doomed to soar or sink,
Pass upon the awful brink,
The wounds renew their clottered flood,
And every drop cry blood for blood!

We call forth the angel of untimely death
To bring the end to our enemy
Descend and strike him down
With whips of fire
Chain him in the infernal pit

The gates of the sky are opened…