Pagan 1998 Heathen Upheaval (Demo)

Pagan

Heathen Upheaval (Demo)

1998

01 The Convening
02 The Longing And The Ancient Ones
03 Shamanic Flames
04 Marching Of The Hordes
05 The Ascending
06 Bitter Gates Of Grief
07 The Dismissal


THE CONVENING


THE LONGING AND THE ANCIENT ONES

Stand I towards the pantheon of our deities
Conjuration...
Let the Mighty Ones, the rulers of the night and day,
Hear my words
Let my chanting light the candles of us
That will forever burn

Enlightened by the Moon, by her enchanting light
The dark path of witchcraft that tread I
Forever burning flames of your wisdom in my heart
In the rotten kingdoms as I agonize

We are scattered but bright stars in the sky
Us the arising wisdom of darkness typify
By the silence of the night we cry
For the sake of the Ancient Ones we shall die

Here I am calling upon your holy names
Cernunnos, the Horned one
Aradia, my lady of the Moon
Be present I pray thee
As my will, so mote it be!

When the lost temples rise again
When the fading of so many million stars is paid for
And when the majestic days of the past be with us
I shall rest
Forever in darkness...


SHAMANIC FLAMES

Journeying to the other realms
To the underworld, to the upperworld

Hear the chanting of 'the master'
Beyond the majestic mountains
That rise from the lands of Typhon
Feel the beats of the drum
That come by the dancing winds
Each beat to the heart, each beat to the soul

Secrets
Of these ancient lands
Power
What once were alive
Desire
For the knowledge of the past
Fear
Of 'them'

May you join together eternally
And may the shamans dance with the spirits again

Shamanic flames of Anatolia
Inwardly burn with passion
Lost memories from the forgotten centuries
Will ever awake?


MARCHING OF THE HORDES

On the rise of a new dawning
I gaze upon a pagan mass
Who cry in tones of victory
And hail their Gods in the skies
Their shields and armor are glittering
Under the heat of a heathen Sun
Their hearts race with the pride
To follow their fathers long gone

The blades of the weapons are bloody
Wet with fresh christian blood
Storming through the battlefields
For the pantheon of their Gods
They march through the fields of glory
On which they've led so many lives
They ride their steeds to new frontiers
Forever more in the night...

Ahhh... Marching of the Hordes...
Against a sky tinted crimson red
Over the blood soaked meadows
Through the ashes of the Shamanic Flames
From the Anatolian Shadows...


THE ASCENDING

So the Mystery of the unknown took me
To a kingdom where death is my longing not a destiny
Behold the power of my visions through the mist of sorrow
And hear the whispers of the revealing words

Ascend the throne of my demise
With the purest hate of my essence
Melancholy sounds of pain spread from the very depths of my heart
As I greet the new world of mine

The art of darkness, the wisdom of my roots I gain
Thus I'm to blame for these ?
Then I shall cast my spell for the glory of the sorrowful souls

I look upon to the eternal sky
Yet I cannot see any sign
Eyes scattered instead of the lonely stars
As I go forward through, they start to shine

Philosophies gathered I as centuries past and still do I
Evenso would I not satisfy?
Since I left my body in the soil

Rising of 'a soul'
To reach the eternal suffering
Ascending of my soul
To observe the chaos beyond the known ones


BITTER GATES OF GRIEF


THE DISMISSAL