Burial Of The Affection
Recorded in February '96, Uzhhorod, Ukraine.
Cover art painted by Caspar David Friedrich.
All music by Cornelius. All lyrics by Georgius,
except "Rapid Death" by Cornelius.
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"Lacrimosa dies illa, qua resurget ex favilla
Iudicandus homo reus: huic erro parce deus! Pie Jesu domine, dona eis requiem" "Haeresis est maxima, opera maleficarum non credere" Pestilential witchhunt, shedding of blood, Denunciators and Hell-cats inundated Europe, Maleficence, Malfeasance were raised by inquisitors, Malleus Maleficarum unleashed the devildom Two ranting Black friars, who possessed by demon's faith, Were the unchristian liars and diseased by religious hate Maledictory Book stirred the stakes, This Bestseller of Infamy was the Sword of decease The pardon was in pool of blood! Merciless writers of The Shameful Book, (Two perfervid monks) Sprenger and Gremper (Institor) Were the Masters Of Impertinence and Dishonesty, Their abhorrent book was juristic and theological dunghill, Piles of faggots because of sorcery were started By Malleus Maleficarum "Haeresis est maxima, opera maleficarum non credere" Pestiferous witchhunt, torrents of blood, Denunciators and Hell-hounds intimidated Europe, Maleficence, Malfeasance were raised by inquisitors, Malleus Maleficarum dismembered the freedom The witchcraft trials commenced by loathsome book, Evil Vultures (who blemished from blood) killed By frightful book At the period of Holy Inquisition Witches were mutilated, In the dungeon, on the rack they suffered Hellish tortures from the Triers: The Grey Friars and Black Friars (Domini canes) In the gory chamber of torture hexes were mangled From the Triers: the Grey Friars and Black Friars, From the unquenched inquisitors (covered with blood) At the splendid nights, when the bonfires burnt, Tormented witches died by Curse Of The Church Bloody pages of Malleus Maleficarum Were directions of witchcraft trials Lying pages of the book of Malediction Were weapons of Impiety and Dehumanization ...In 1487 two german fanatic Black friars (and inquisitors), Jacob Sprenger and Heinrich Institor (Gremper) Created the Book Of Malediction and Malignancy: Malleus Maleficarum... ...In the small german Wuerzburg
One hundred and fifty-seven witches Were burnt at the stake from 1627 to 1629... CARNAGE - In Wuerzburg - Brand Stakes on the impure land When the dying sun goes down, Hate will rise by law, Tortured victims in the flames - Godless revel of human race Carbonized bodies - Holy Inquisition - Demise Blinding fires - Glorification - Smiles Mesmerized eyes - Silent Supplication - Cries Necrotized hexes - Bad Indoctrination - Lies When the bloody moon goes down, Hate will fall by dawn, Ashes on the Square of Shame, From a cursed town Who is to Blame? "I Am Lost! I Must Die!"
One great french marshal, Gilles de Laval
Killed the innocent children In the name of Demon, Evil Count Of Brienne, Who possessed by Satan Enjoyed and reveled on the Orgy of Blood Orgy in Blood was the biggest pleasure For the Count Of Pederasty Oh, Gilles de Rais, "Le bon sire" Poor children of serfs (for whom cried their mothers) Died in awful castles Who were their caskets Gilles de Rais was rich, But he ran into debt because of his fantastic luxuries, Therefore this count Evoked the devil And he slayed by Demonolatry In the marshal's manor-houses the devil-worship and black-art were bred and prospered By this pederast and his conjurer, Francesco Prelati Before the engagement of italian deceiver Count Of Brienne massacred the children of beggars And he laughed when they spitted blood Oh, base Gilles de Rais, Oh, mean Count Of Sodomy Children of serfs (for whom cried their mothers) Were Victimized by knight (Sodomite) Oh, the children! Oh, the guiltless children! The Count Of Arrogance, Gilles de Laval Confessed all his sins on the Trial, The Baron of Impertinence, Gilles de Rais Slaughtered because of his culpable lust The God-forsaken Squire committed forty murders, For that very reason his name (and his gloriole) Were blemished forever By Blood of Innocent children One mournful autumn day the guilty marshal (Gilles de Rais) Perished for his atrocious sins (and his gory shame) On the twenty-fourth of August,
1572 in Paris was terrible bloodshed That summer night went down in the history As Massacre of Saint-Bartholomew... Amidst the wars of religion When the rivers of blood gushed It was Fratricide (with gory contagion) For the peace and name of God At the awful moonlit night Cathedral bells of Saint-Germain l'Auxerrois Sounded, rang to the infamous fight, Christian love was devitalized At the sign of all Parisian church bells Ranting hordes killed senselessly, When the strange nocturnal mass started Murderers from gore were soulless... At the horrible moonlit night Selected doors were stigmatized With the shameful white crosses, The Huguenots were doomed to death Impiety - in the name of Jesus Christ, Brutality - because of the Supernal Light Disembowelment - in the name of Angels and Saints, Dismemberment - because of the Religious Faith Swords and spears were in hands of slaughterers, Torches illuminated their faces, That Unmerciful Night was the Triumph of the Evil One In the Valley Of Misery, Where the river always overflowed Bloody corpses floated on the stream At that sanguinary night the bloodbath took place - - In the name of Christ, - - Where was Royal Law? - - Where was Christian Love? - Amidst the wars of religion When the streams of gore gushed It was Fratricide (with bloody confusion) For the quiet and name of God At the dreadful moonlit night Cathedral bells of Saint-Germain l'Auxerrois Sounded, rang to dishonest fight, Christian laws were devitalized At the sign..... Slayers were soulless! Sorrowful remembrances in your life -
Distresses by source of hate, And when your love flows into the lie - You'll feel the breath of fate Disgust - for the sake of fuckin' hypocrites Lust - when they sink in their sins In the odious life, When before your eyes: Injustice, curse and shame, Humaneness in dying pain. Hatred by thy name, Your emotions in the grave, And at a blemished hour You will revive from gore HATE! Oh, Sweet Revenge, where is thy dreadful fruit? Where is thy fearful fruit, the unsparing truth? Disgraceful remembrances in your life - Distresses by source of hate, And when your love flows into the lie - You'll feel the wind of fate Distaste - for the sake of fuckin' hypocrites Disdain - when they bleed in their sins In your gory dream You'll see the guillotines: Shit-stirrers were trampled by death, This vision is your fest Hateful time will come, When your honesty turns into the wrong You'll perceive the source of hate In World of evil and dark
Hatred dominates A frightening life In endless obscurity Pain, misery in every direction of the World Wars with no reason, decline and death forever Years of chaos Immoralities Tormenting dreams Fatal mistakes Decay - as contagion, reap on the faints Invisible dangers - in everyday life With contaminated mind of resolution Innocent human lives are destroyed Who is to blame and why? Where is the justice and where is the law? Mass mortality - accomplished by agony Reign of terror - revived in blood Pangs of your conscience Threatening words and deeds Your lifetime comes to the end Soon you will be dead Venal persons, greedy worms Are incarnated in a gory mess Degenerated, tyrant system By pharisaical congregation Conformation to the violation Hesitation of your sickly thoughts Life is hard, no compromise My state of rest is your rapid death Serpent of lie - spuns around your neck No escape - from this mortal embrace Decade of suffering - lacerated wounds Exterminated nations - in World of eternal wars |