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Bal Sagoth lyrics

Album: Atlantis Ascendant [2001]

Tracks10
 01  The Epsilon Exordium
 02  Atlantis Ascendant
 03  Draconis Albionensis
 04  Star-Maps of the Ancient Cosmographers
 05  The Ghosts of Angkor Wat
 06 The Splendour of a Thousand Swords Gleaming Beneath the B; Azon of the Hype
 07  The Dreamer in the Catacombs of Ur
 08  In Search of the Lost Cities of Antarctica
 09  The Chronicle of Shadows
 10 Six Keys to the Onyx Pyramid
all Bal Sagoth lyrics



The Epsilon Exordium
[Instrumental]

[From the journal of Professor Caleb Blackthorne III, discovered May 1899, near the great Temple at Tiahuanaco, Peru:]

[23 September: 1893]
Upon extensive examination of the nefarious arcane codex known as The Epsilon
Exordium, I believe my search may at last be drawing to a close. Indeed, I
feel that perhaps the great discovery which has eluded me for so long may
finally be within my grasp. And yet I must be cautious, for twice more have
I seen the figures in the night, watching me in silence from the confines of
the darkness. I cannot discern their features, only that they are vaguely
human in shape, save for their arms which seem abnormally long and oddly
jointed. My native guides are becoming increasingly agitated and skittish,
babbling incoherently about the guardians of the tombs... citing legends
from their ancestral past which speak of mysterious travellers who reputedly
came down from the stars in great silvern chariots drawn by steeds of flame.
At any rate, I have my trusted Martini-Henry .45 calibre breech-loader
should these silent stalkers prove malign and ever deign to lay hold of me
in the night. I have at last translated the carvings on the stone fragment I
unearthed amidst the ruins of Angkor Wat. To my astonishment, I found that it
predated the construction of the temple itself by countless thousands of years,
and that it spoke of the same subject as did the hieroglyphs I beheld on the
wall of the concealed chamber which I and Lord Blakiston discovered within the
Great Pyramid in Egypt. Successive examinations of the edifices at Giza and
Karnak revealed further parallels too precise to be mere coincidence. The
pieces of this great cosmic puzzle are finally beginning to fall into place...

[2 October: 1893]
Yes, it is as I suspected. I have long felt that the Sumerians of Mesapotamia
were among the first peoples to attain elucidation concerning the dread matter
I pursue. My excavations at Lagash, Eridu, and most notably the ziggurats at
Ur, have revealed truths which subsequent finds at Angkor, Egypt and
Sacsahuaman only serve to consolidate. I now know that the Olmechs, the Aztecs
and the Mayans were also undeniably key tendrils of this grand global web,
and the unnerving truth I hitherto felt compelled to deny now seems inexorably
to point to some grand and terrifying universal axiom.
It seems however, that the closer I come to enlightenment, the greater the
danger becomes. Last night, one of our expedition's chief guides disappeared
without trace. His native compatriots could find no tracks, nor offer any
evidence of his departure to suggest that his superstitions had finally
compelled him to abandon the party... the man seems simply to have vanished
inexplicably into the oppressive, sweltering dark. In light of the
disappearance, I opted not to inform the group that during the darkling hours
before sunrise last night I had peered from my tent to behold what I perceived
to be three of the shadowy figures I have previously described moving furtively
in the gloom, keeping ever just out of the illuminatory radias of our campfire.
By the time I had brought my rifle to bear, they had melted away into the
fathomless shadows of the benighted jungle...

[10 October: 1893]
The inscriptions on the tablet I discovered seem to be a fragmentary piece of
some mysterious, perhaps apocryphal, larger work; evidently a lexicon of some
description, undoubtedly of antediluvian origin. The first section, as far as
I can discern, tells of an era thousands of years past when countless great
and advanced civilisations, apparently with the legendary Atlantis foremost
amongst them, spanned the circumference of the globe. The initial passage,
seemingly a celebration of Atlantis Ascendant carved by a renowned chronicler
of the day, speaks thusly:back to top
Atlantis Ascendant
[The Chronicler of Antediluvia:]
Long ago, before the Third Great Cataclysm reshaped the face of creation,
one nation rose above all others in the antediluvian world... Atlantis.

[The Atlantean Quorum:]
Hear the call Atlanteans, proud we stand forever,
Mightiest of warriors, we sail across the sea.
Conquering the ancient world, a legacy eternal,
Raise the arcane sigil high, steel and sorcery!
Blessed with immortality, dreaming spires of majesty, glory crowns our destiny!

[The Host of Z'xulth:]
Your realm is lost... it shall be devoured by the sea!

[The Chronicler of Antediluvia:]
And so it was written in the stars, astride the world would stand the children
of Atlantis!

And yet disturbingly, another voice, a wholly darker and more malevolent
presence, can be perceived lurking within the ancient body of the inscriptions,
an ominous tone which prophesizes doom and ruination for the Atlantean realm,
speaking of a disastrous cataclysm foretold in the stars when the sun would
burn black and the agents of some unfathomable evil would besiege Atlantis,
ultimately compelling the seas to rise and devour the continent, leaving no
trace of the glory which once was. These passages seem to have been
deliberately obscured, and this fact combined with the passage of countless
aeons and the embrace of the eternally shifting sands lamentably prevents me
from translating the inscriptions on the fragment any further.back to top
Draconis Albionensis
[The Oracle of Logres:]
It was a time of change. The descendants of the Atlantean mages had fallen
before the New Praesidium, and the wolves were baying at the Empire's door.
An oppressive new faith was encroaching from the east, and the sylvan liege
had locked tight the gates of his arboreal realm. And so it was that towards
the end of the Age of Mystery, the last of Albion's great Dragon Lords did
gather for what would be their final battle...

[The War-song of the Dragon Lords:]
Dragon-phalanx rend the sky, Albion our gleaming prize,
Sentinels of land and sea, guardians of destiny.
(Prowling amongst the pecseatan; Draconis Bipedes, swift and furious beast of battle!)

[The Dragon King's Vow:]
(Dragon-Runes etched by the firey tongues of the IX Legio Draconis into the
primordial stone of the great Logres Drachenstahl Cromlech):
The foes of this sceptred isle shall be driven back into the sea!
An oath sworn in battle, a vow blessed by steel,
I swear by the dragon's blood in my veins... and the dragon's heart that pumps
it!

[The War-song of the Dragon Lords:]
Dragonfyre in the fray, faith and steel shall win the day,
A god to serf and king alike, the Adamantine Hammer strikes!
(Devouring the infidel outlanders; Draconis Nematoda, great winged worm of war!)

[The Dragon King's Vow:]
To victory eternal... this world shall be our empire!
Dragon Imperium, throne of the Ancient Gods, behold the axiom, Wyruld-Cyninga!
It is time! We shall rule, and upon our dominion the sun shall never set!

[12 October: 1893]
I must commit this to the pages of my journal, while it is still vivid in my
recollection... not that such a macabre vision could possibly soon be
blissfully forgotten. Just before dawn, I awoke from a fantastic and somewhat
horrifying dream in which I traversed a great black cyclopean cityscape,
its towering stygian walls inscribed with some form of outlandish glyphs which
seemed to writhe squamously and alter their shape even as I gazed at them.
A sibilant whispering which seemed at once familiar and yet intrusively alien
compelled me to walk to the edge of a particularly sinister looking edifice
and peer out over its precipitous perimeter. When I did so, I beheld this
world of ours, recognizing vaguely the apparent shapes of the five continents,
yet the entire vista seemed so distant that the whole appeared in its entirety
no larger than a sphere which I could fit snugly into the palm of my hand.
When I turned again to behold the looming obelisks, I found I could then
easily read the previously untranslatable ciphers in the black stone. They
were the words of a great thaumaturgist who had seemingly discovered a
repository of aeons-old lore detailing the sidereal web of the cosmos, with
arcane diagrams pinpointing certain astral portals and places of empyreal
potency, a sort of pangalactic ley-line chart, if you will. Indeed, these
Star-Maps Of The Ancient Cosmographers seemed to take a not insignificant toll
on the author's sanity, as evidenced by the tone of his inscriptions, which
seem to suggest that in discovering this Pandora's Box of dark elucidation,
his fate was to be inexorably dogged by some nameless and implacable gloom;back to top
Star-Maps of the Ancient Cosmographers
[The Thaumaturgist:]
The Great Eye of the Universe opens! Through this astral art the secrets of the
cosmos are mine to know... for the stars are my dominion!
Empowered at the periphery, ascending to the Id's eyrie,
The cosmos feathers her nest with fire.
Ephemeral, the nexus calls, besieging cyclopean walls,
Branded deviant and pariah.
Betwixt the hammer and the anvil are forged the stars...
On the wings of the ersatz ones... through the fathomless abyss.

[The Thaumaturgist's Epiphany:]
Like a blackened and baleful sun shall I gaze down from beyond the cumuli and
the firmament upon you. I alone must bear the burden of this fiend-wrested lore.
New stars without number burn in the heavens, but the shadow of oblivion falls
ever closer.

Shortly thereafter, the dreamscape began to fade, and reality beckoned my
consciousness away from the incredible vista. In truth, I was indeed glad to
awaken...back to top
The Ghosts of Angkor Wat
[Instrumental]

[17 October: 1893]
Such grim musings as have been occupying my mind of late unfortunately seem
to suggest a possible link to the fate of my learned friend and colleague
Doctor Ignatius Stone. That brilliant researcher was last seen in command
of all his faculties whilst on an expedition to the ruins of the Sumerian
city of Ur, an undertaking which preceded my own work there by some eighteen
months. Stone was a gifted archaeologist who also dabbled, perhaps unwisely,
in certain areas of the occult, particularly involving the various
grotesqueries once worshipped as Cthonic deities by the ancient denizens of Ur.
Mere days before he ventured into the ziggurats of that foreboding,
mystery-haunted site, he had dispatched a letter to me claiming that he was
on the verge of a truly staggering arcane discovery at Ur which would
simultaneously prove the cyclical nature of human civilisation as well as
immediately render redundant all previous theories on the origin of man.
Whatever misfortune befell him within those aeons-old tombs robbed him
irrevocably of his sanity, for when his attendants finally managed to prise
open the stone door of the vast central catacomb, which had, I'm told,
inexplicably shut fast behind his three-man torch-bearing party, they found
two of the regularly stalwart men had seemingly expired of pure fright,
while Stone was slumped against the north wall, staring vacantly into the
gloom, gibbering about visitations by beings so terrible that the very
contemplation of their existence would sunder a man's tenuous hold on the
reins of sanity.
When I later visited him at the sanatorium in England, I found him to be a
tragic shell of the man I once knew, a man beset by imagined terrors and
ever wary of the immemorial horrors which he claimed lurked at the periphery
of humanity's perceptions. Indeed, I was glad I had taken a journal into
which I could transcribe his delusional rants, for he had a great deal to
tell me about The Dreamer In The Catacombs Of Ur:back to top
The Dreamer in the Catacombs of Ur
[Doctor Ignatius Stone:]
It was like some dark, dark dream. We had not heeded
the warnings of the ancients, and now we would pay the price... here, within
the catacombs of Ur.

Lost within the lightless catacombs of Ur... Entombed within the ziggurats!

[The Keeper of the Ancient Lore of Ur:]
Trapped forever in the catacombs of Ur...
your screams are heard in Babylon!

[Doctor Ignatius Stone:]
Warnings etched into the cuneiform tablets of Ur...

Entombed within the ziggurats!

[The Keeper of the Ancient Lore of Ur:]
Behold the great Cthonic deities of Ur...
Your screams are heard in Babylon!

[Doctor Ignatius Stone:]
Here, beneath the eternally shifting sands, I sought
enlightenment... but found only damnation!

[The Chief Cultist of Ur:]
You have defiled the sanctity of this sacred place!

[The Keeper of the Ancient Lore of Ur:]
Ancient before the Fifth Cataclysm, here
between the two rivers in Ur the Dreamer waits! And when the seal of the
seventh city is broken, then shall the dreamer in the catacombs of Ur awaken!
Forsaken (when His darksome splendorous glory eclipses it) burns the sun,
Enthrone (the eternally) benighted one, Usurper of the skies.
Named in (that black, shunned tome of ) forbidden lore,
Destined to rule (this telluric sphere and the myriad stars beyond) once more,
The Dreamer shall arise!
Now, let the Gate yawn wide and the horrors of the Abyss engulf the earth, for
the Dreamer in the catacombs is risen!

How many of my colleague's rants were merely the result of his psychosis and
how many were actually born of fact, I cannot discern... nor in truth do I
wish to.

[20 October, 1893]
I have long felt the celebrated map of Admiral Piri Reis, which quite
astoundingly depicts the continent of Antarctica in a state wholly free
of the ice which has bound it ceaselessly since time immemorial, to be of
far wider and more resonant implications to humanity than the proud echelons
of the scientific community will ever dare admit. I believe that beneath the
ice-veiled surface of that southernmost continent lie the remnants of time-lost
civilisations which were ancient even before fabled Atlantis sank beneath
the waves. Indeed, further translation of the sigils engraved into the
antediluvian artefact has imbued my oft derided theory with an unmistakable
aura of veracity. Piecing together the fragmentary records evidenced in this
incredible relic, whilst simultaneously cross referencing the resultant lore
with information gleaned from other sources on the same theoretical subject,
I have been able to extrapolate a meaning from the arcane carvings which
transcends all but my most fevered imaginings. What mighty cyclopean structures
once towered skyward where now only the desolate wind-whipped ice-wastes
endure? What splendid peoples once throve where now only the hardiest and most
resistant forms of life subsist? This ancient and wondrous testament is truly
an elucidatory blessing to such idealistic questors as I, who are forever
In Search Of The Lost Cities Of Antarctica:back to top
In Search of the Lost Cities of Antarctica
[The Explorer:]
Beneath the ice, the endless ice of Pangaea's now axial
eternally frozen frontier, entombed for countless millions of years... the
lost cities of Antarctica!

Secrets locked within the ice, the endless ice of Antarctica,
'Neath the peak of Erebus the First Ones sleep, Lords of Pangaea,
Cities lost within the night, the frozen night of Antarctica,
Pre-Cambrian, the Voyagers, beyond the stars, Lords of Pangaea.

[The Testament of the Winds:]
Once, the coruscating spires of man here offered their splendour to the
heavens. Now, those spires gleam no more, save in dreams of verdant plains,
save in dreams of time-lost citadels.
Legacy of a utopia lost, forever enshrined 'neath the ice...

[Echoes of the First Ones:]
Sail across Panthalassa to Gondwanaland,
Three moons to guide us on this voyage across the sea,
Sail across Panthalassa to Gondwanaland,
New lands to conquer and claim for our progeny.

[The Testament of the Winds:]
Before the Third Moon fell from orbit, before the
Nine Continents were formed from Pangaea's shattered surface...
Hewn from the Pre-Cambrian rock, behold this primordial metropolis!
And the First Ones shall awaken on that day, when man will return to the stars!

[Echoes of the First Ones:]
We, who were before Man, are destined to be the
architects of his future!

[The Explorer:]
And humanity shall one day rediscover the secrets long-frozen
within the lost cities of Antarctica!
There will come a day when the ingenuity of man shall pierce that impenetrable
shield of ice which keeps Antarctica's wonders from our inquisitive gaze, and
I truly believe that day shall herald a glorious new era of enlightenment for
us all.back to top
The Chronicle of Shadows
[The Imperator of the Night (Hearken to the Attestation of the Sinistrous):]
For it is the iniquity of man which compels him to these tenebrous gates,
seeking opiate dreams and the alluring embrace of oblivion...
Know that I have cavorted beneath the horned moon with repellent fiends, and
liberated virgins from the burden of their maidenhood.
(Supping deep of that sweet ichor and revelling in the sanguineous megrims my
ophidian tongue has wrought.)
Tyrannic I am where the Serpent dwells, the lissome embrace of the succubi,
Like a wolf in the fold, red of tooth and claw, enthroned beneath black
nether-skies.
Shadows stalk the viscid gloom, (beware the) blades of the assassins,
The call of Ul-Yeh in the air, the crystal skull is shattered,
A veil of cloud about the moon, (fevered) dreams of (trenchant) steel and fire,
Hearken to the slithering, the envenomed kiss of night.

[The Imperator of the Night (Thus Spake the Chronicle of Shadows):]
Such adoration bestowed upon me beneath the cryptic moon!
Caressed by ululant lotus-stained tongues...
(Behold the true purity of that which lurks concealed beneath the mantle of
shadow, and let the deluded, debauched sybarites flee in terror from that
darkness which they profess to embrace!)
Beyond the spheres of light and darkness, beneath distant pallid stars, I bring
the iridescent glimmer of forbidden truth, seared in the crucible of blasphemy!
For amorphous they come, steeped in the fetor of ten thousand years,
Abhorrent colossi spawned from the sinistrous cosmic spheres.
And upon their tongues, vile secrets so terrible sweet madness is a redolent
balm!

[The Imperator of the Night (Revel in the Triumph of the Dark):]
I shall glut the maw of that ineffable nameless evil which lurks forever in
the soul of man, for so it is written in the Chronicle of Shadows...

[29 October, 1893]
They came in the night, and butchered five of my party, the terrified survivors
fleeing with the first wan light of dawn. The fiends seemed inexplicably to
be an extension of the night, as if their misshapen bodies were actually
somehow composed of the darkness itself. Even as I gazed directly at them,
I found I could not truly focus on their stygian forms... their bodies
appearing to shimmer and shift like the ripples of a heat-haze upon an arid
plain. My ammunition, discharged in vain, is all but spent... and now, as night
unfurls its malign wings once more to enshroud this desolate and forsaken
place, I wait alone for the sunrise I fear I shall never see. At dusk I
discovered a hidden alcove in the time-raught surface of the great monolith
which stands as a mute sentinel before the entrance to the colossal temple;
a moss encrusted crevice concealed from the eyes of man for I know not how
long. As the darkness massed about me, a strange miasma seemed to grip my mind
in tenebrous tendrils, and I beheld that horrifying and immemorial edifice
which I now feel certain once cast its diabolical shadow upon the Gate of the
Sun. It is all true, everything I feared, everything which I dared imagine
only in the blackest embrace of the most narcotic malignity. There are Six
Keys To The Onyx Pyramid, which conceal a terrifying truth never intended to
be grasped by the woefully fragile mind of Man. I now pray that no unfortunate
soul ever again stumbles as close as I to those cryptic axioms which lie ever
in wait between the incorporeal veils of light and shadow. I would offer up a
prayer to the divinity which once I worshipped, but I know it would echo
emptily through the abyssal reaches of the unheeding cosmos. As I scrawl this
final entry in my journal, the sun sinks with a chilling finality below this
now alien horizon. I know the shadowy figures shall soon return to claim me.
I must fortify myself for the onset of the night...back to top
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