Echelon 666 Lyrics

DIMINISHMENT"Echelon 666"






Daemonium Conjury
By Cathaoir

Woe to you in defiance, By my tongue may it get you ,
May you be broken over the masons cliff
the world will be forced into ethereal darkness,
and pagan blood will emerge as a river ,

Evil,death short life, Derangement and madness on the fragile minds,
the curse of curses in sorrow beset,
Scorn disgrace malediction by churches and bells,
Your old frame dead and, lifeless will never a stir.

With none to wake your corpse, your limbs without a shroud!
The lying despoiler, into hell to be tormented,
In the depths of the whirlpool blowing,
twenty-one demons each tearing you asunder,

Where Fire and brimstone never fail to fall,
Your soul to Satan!

May Malphus make you,
I give you to Lucifer,

May Astaroth damn you to the stone of dirges,
to the well of ashes seven miles below hell,
and which they may break your bones.

In hell may you be
I bind you by grave injunctions of magic
from the river, back to the river.



Thy Kingdom Infernal
By Cathaoir

Dies, Ave, glacialis, Conjurio ave deity
Liber, Sanctum ,Glorio anno Pro ephesia ov aeternum
Infernis, Abbatial, Cedo, Blaspheme abyssus
Ave, Requie, Inno a satanae

Dreaded morning star that came amid a night of earth
Thine eyes eternal hate enshrined, thy heart diminished
There is no place for god in my funeral mind of thorns
For there is little of earth for sorrow and fate.

With breath taken away from pale faces
They writhe and burn in a labyrinth deep within tempests.
From unquivering wings, one who dwells in lonely places
Never contemplated things have brought forth eternal shadow.

With ravenous hate my every word
Taught from tomes a forbidden language
In the wild wood I die
Cast me into they kingdom infernal
On later eternal raven years
My spirit flings down the begotten words of hell.
Enshrined in un holy bliss ave des nostrie satanas
Bring forth thy kingdom infernal.



Ars Notoria
By Cathaoir

Black Souls on the path to an endless kingdom
the past of which all is forever mortal
the funeral anthem brings the infinite cold
Under a black horizon,
the celebration of armageddic allegiance

Fools of the past who form weak circles
you seek to gain wisdom and power
under the guise of the conjuror
you seek fortune but only will find infinite death
upon thy old hands of blasphemy
ars notoria

At the witching hour,
an answer to the forbidden calls
the moment of Armageddon is here
the night sky burns forever with darkness
reflected in the deepest waters
the dark arts eternal.



In Eternal Death
By Cathaoir

Spirit that dwellest where
Beyond the tides that boundary life & death
The terrible eternity which we feel
Thy messenger is known to me
But what shadows of spirit?
Too soon ascend thy empire
As in winged blasphemy
the secrecy of knowledge be thy embassy

The immoral ambition,
all destinies cast aside the masons cliff
Stand alone and upon chaotically placed stepping stones
Above all the Gomorrah,
the sovereign that which the world wished to never know
He who strides the diadem left by those left behind thy gates.

Now are thoughts that shall not banish,

Those awaiting their judgment

Mocked by the wraparounds of the beasts curling tails
Thrown asunder into the depths of seven possible hells
The crown under the darkness filled with power and pride
Of no glory the world wishes ever to know.



Silence Accursed
By Cathaoir

Let the rocks of brimstone burnt roar
Loudly and fearfully beneath this sanguine moon
And then man trembled in the solitude of its wake
Fearfully awaiting the waning of the moon
Watching hell itself sit upon its accursed rock of burnt earth

Chorus
Down into the recesses of the moor
Waded afar amongst the wilderness
Under the call of he who drove it in silence
Heed my call and come Behemoth

Tempests gathered under the heavens
Where the winds tormented the seas once calm
And under fallen darkness clouds of torrent forever block heavens path
And thus forth all those who dwelled below the earth
And blackened skies are not called the accursed

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bridge
By the borders of mans feeble will
There is no quiet silence of tormented thoughts
For condemned souls across eternity cannot
Fathom the remembrance of the end of days
And with loss of divinity all is accursed

Chorus
Chorus



Maelstrom
By Cathaoir

Not long ago deadly terror which broken up body and soul
In danger of the furies of the wind,
as desolate as no human imagination can conceive
Whose character of gloom against its ghastly grave
Howling and shrieking forever
Lashing into ungovernable fury
Sending forth to the winds
an appalling voice ever spoken in agony to the heavens
an abyss penetrating unforgiving depths

Pathway behind time and eternity
Blood its avatar and seal
Dominions summoned to his presence
An assembly of phantasms
Fallen upon this spectral image
This grave and corpselike mask
Darkness decay illimitable dominion

Under December s’ snow
Came a dull voice of scorn
Each word burning deed and thought
The eclipse drowning out the stars
The flaming forge of life and death
In life’s oblivion
Cast asunder a chasm whose shadows deep



Conjuring of the Flame (Demonolatry)
By Cathaoir

The crowning of evil,
the miseries and calamities in which our times has fallen,
Fallen to their persistent and over curious temerity.
They set their course from the light into whirlpools of darkest blasphemy

Inducements of man first led astray by demons,
and so falling become the dealers of magick.
Marked by talons as an enduring witness of their servitude
Under the fallacy of perpetuating righteousness.

As witches travel to their nocturnal synagogues
As such journeying are but an empty imagination
Begotten dreams of equal cruelty
Demonolatry their infinite damnation

The transvection of men ,the air by good angels
In times past were calm free from ardors
That which witches transported by demons
If full of pain and weariness,
Run in hailstorms, brooding tempests



Nox Noctis Aeternus
By Cathaoir

Watch me as I fade away into ethereal darkness,
And in hell I shall reign forever, and though I wander still

Prudence, and though I wander amidst streams of forgotten souls,
that not even a hundred miles would suffice,
their judging between appropriate and action a lie.
There upon do I this body bring,
to tell you who I am is to lay words of since in the rain,
As of yet my name makes no great noise,
Though I under many legions rise Rofacole am I.

Justice, An Allegoric Lie,
Let faces of purity be twisted backwards
and since humanity wishes to only look forward,
their faces twisted towards the backward path like gnarled oaks.

Temperance, When the sea is silent,
in awe of the pollution they call light, now a fading dissident.

Courage, Halfway along the path of life,
righteousness, they good always falter into madness,
lay a waste most humankind in ill-gotten suicide.

Born Unto Darkness
By Cathaoir

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