The Old Ones piosenki

I stand amid the roar Of a surf - tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of the golden sand - How few! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep, How few! yet how they creep While I weep – while I weep! From childhood's hour I have...

The spirits I have raised abandon me, The spells which I have studied baffled me, The remedy I reck'd of tortured me; I lean no more on super-human aid, It hath no power upon the past, and for The future, till the past be gulf'd in darkness, It is not of...

It's comming soon, The Old Ones Order Their spawn ammassing, at the border Waiting for the Worlds, to collide When all their bonds, will come untied The ice is melting, thats for sure Unleashing power, primal pure Breading spawn, at a horrific pace SHU...

I dwelt alone In a world of moan, And my soul was a stagnant tide, … Eulalie became my blushing bride – … Eulalie became my smiling bride. Ah, less – less bright The stars of the night Than the eyes of the radiant girl! And never a flake That the va...

Ah, broken is the golden bowl! – the spirit flown forever! Let the bell toll! – a saintly soul floats on the Stygian river: - And, Guy De Vere, hast thou no tear? – weep now or never more! See! on yon drear and rigid bier low lies thy love, Lenore! C...

Hymn of the Spirits. Hail to our Master! - Prince of Earth and Air! - Who walks the clouds and waters - in his hand The sceptre of the elements, which tear Themselves to chaos at his high command! He breatheth - and a tempest shakes the sea; He speaketh...

I remember! I remember! 

The lamp must be replenish'd, but even then It will not burn so long as I must watch. My slumbers - if I slumber - are not sleep, But a continuance of enduring thought, Which then I can resist not: in my heart There is a vigil, and these eyes but close T...

In the middle of the desert heat I saw from distance An age-old mystery Made of time - honoured stones Of the oldest pyramides Protrude above the sand In the moon light Invisible aura „ That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange aeons e...

We are poised On this new dawn Our eyes on your tomorrow Look to your skies For a reign of sorrow From ancient times We claimed this corner A place to wait Silent, cold and dormant We await the moment We shall rise Priests haunt secret temples C...

Manfred. Rise! appear! Manfred. Ye spirits of the unbounded Universe, Whom I have sought in darkness and in light! Ye, who do compass earth about, and dwell In subtler essence! ye, to whom the tops Of mountains inaccessible are haunts, And earth's and o...

A star is seen at the darker end of the gallery: it is stationary; and a voice is heard singing. First Spirits Mortal! to thy bidding bow'd, From my mansion in the cloud, Which the breath of twilight builds, And the summer's sunset gilds With the azur...

I ride a horse, alone, through a desert landscape, on a gloomy autumn day, and the moon hung low in the sky. I saw my father´s house in the distance, surrounded by a strange atmosphere, a black swamp touching it closely, and nebulous warrying ghosts....

The beginning of a journey - a piece of news in itself Listen man and you will understand why One is in three and two are in four Listen to this voice - to singing - listen they know They will come from where they´ve already come from And they will have...

The rats in the walls, between the spaces Forever calling out, from nameless faces Calling on us, to look down deep within For only we are creators, and barers of sin The dark primal needs, we all have inside Rats scratching our walls, that place they hid...

„ Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door! „ Quoth the Raven „ Nevermore! „ And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all th...

Seated in a woodland glen By a shallow stream Once I fell a - musing, when I was lull´d into a dream. From the brook a shape arose Half a man and half a goat, Hoofs it had instead of toes And a beard adorn´d its throat. On a set of rustic reeds Swee...