Zahaah - vocals, bass
Mathrien D. - guitars
Anton - guitars
Kahos - drums
The Opening
As a gleam appearing far away in the landscape, the time has come
As if this flame was the visual rendering of my sensations,
As a presence which keeps my senses awaken, the process is on
As if something should happen here now, my reason has gone
As I would penetrate my own so
ul, I feel in my own stomach
It's the moment which unfolds toward the infinite
It's the moment that should have happened, that explains all the others, that's always been there, which is the cause, the instant and the destination
It's the moment when the curtain falls, it's the moment when you face what you are
We run naked in the forest, our heads are trimmed with antlers
Everything is now no more but an explosion of wailings
It's ultimate animal frenzy, forest's spirits tongue
Bodies move around and torn in a boundless violence
Que l'esprit des ancêtres prenne possession de moi,
Qu'il me dirige et que rien d'autre ne soit
The tribe moves as an ensemble
Gesticulations are triggered by the same pulse
It's the time when the setting reverses
Spirits become everything and people dissolve into intangibles
It's the face of the forest's spirit which makes an appearance
This incantation fills the whole universe
Cause we're the children of the moon, the animal totally assumed
Cause we're the children of the moon, She's the mirror in which christians don't dare to look
She talks to us from deep inside our soul…
Death of A King
A long time ago, long before our era, lived king Altria Nemcheleck. Straight from birth, he reigned over a huge empire covered by luxurious forests and prairies. He was born with the power and pride which make men that lead peoples. But this king was also filled with a limitless bounty.
He was respected and loved by his people, and when he was riding over his lands, it was as if an entire army was on the way. He was so good that he could not find the necessary anger to defeat neighbouring chiefs who were jealously plotting in order to invade his lands.
Even if he was as strong as one hundred men, one morning he found himself encircled in his city by rival armies. As the days were passing by, supplies became scarce. He realized that this situation was leading them to death and chosed to die as he ever lived : with dignity.
Doors opened and the king rushed at his enemies, followed by his most valiant warriors. This was a terrible battle and he died under the blows of his too numerous opponents.
And so ends the tale of the king that died by being too good.
And so ends the tale of the king Altria Nemcheleck…
The Galleries of Time
To climb back up the galleries of time,
To melt in this ocean of spirits,
To bath in this substance of autumn colors,
To be the fœtus in your own stomach
To climb back up the galleries whose walls are made of the spirits of our ancestors, the guardians of time
To bath in cosmic matter, the mother, the matrix, the whole
To feel the connection, and see the inside outside
To see the connection, and feel the outside inside
To feel the connection, and see the inside outside
To see the connection, and feel the outside inside
It's a profound exploration of the human soul,
An intimate dialogue with the origin of things,
It's a profound exploration of human nature,
A bath in the primitive energies
Suddenly an internal wave submerges me
The storm breaks and I now feel energies of fiery, active and creative energies
Now I know the color of positive energy necessary to influence things
I have the spark at the tip of my fingers
I can feel it inside my spirit and body
To feel the connection, and see the inside outside
To see the connection, and feel the outside inside
To feel the connection, and see the inside outside
To seal the connection, and feel the outside inside
It's a profound exploration of the human soul,
An intimate dialogue with the origin of things,
It's a profound exploration of human nature,
A bath in the primitive energies
Untitled
(instrumental)
What Was
To have a last look behind
For our people ther is no remain to be saved
Just burn everything behind us, bored that we are to be imprisoned, to be humiliated
Concreted in their " god business " civilisation, their deeds are criminal, sly and smelless
Programmed from their birth with their own rules, human beings are trapped in an illusion of freedom
Since we'll never live anymore in the prairie with women and children, as we are tied by their morals
Since we'll never live anymore in the forest as we did before, as we are punished by their laws
Masters of this scientocratic world sealed their supremacy by creating philosophy, democracy and christianity
They settled the limits of good and evil and kept people in this part of the universe
Bastards, rats, wicked !
We could have been quiet men, working in the fields for the prosperity of our families,
We could have been happy in a city inhabited by people having the faces of our culture,
But today we wear the mask of death and Cernu's antlers trimm our heads
The door opens and we jump into the flames of hell,
We go forward and kill side by side, as the brothers that we are,
We'll fight up to the last for the spirit of our tribe, never fade in the night,
We go forward and kill side by side, as the brothers that we are,
We'll never give up this fight !
May the connection happen
Let the soul of our ancestors flow in us
May we poor their destructive fury
May our earth be covered with a red ocean, and nothing survive
May we impale their gods and their descendants
May our screams destroy their temples
May our reign come back
We're the children of the forest
We are Cernu's sons
We're their demons
We're their evil
And we are their pain
And To Fight Forever
To go forward and never give up,
To get back up each time and rush in like a bull
I always followed this flame that I carry in me,
And never has it been extinguished by any storm
Never give up and fight,
Never give up and fight,
To go forward never listening to those who judge me while,
They themselves behave as rats
I've never courted those who from behind their mask want to see me,
On the ground
Never give up and fight,
Never give up and fight
Never give up and fight,
Never give up and fight
Because life is a nightmare within which we live our dreams
To feed the light during a neverending winter,
To feel I, I and, always I,
When you lost everything and only the source remains, you,
As a snow covered tree, in a field
Never give up, fight forever !
Never give up, fight forever !
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It's the moment which unfolds toward the infinite
It's the moment that should have happened, that explains all the others, that's always been there, which is the cause, the instant and the destination
It's the moment when the curtain falls, it's the moment when you face what you are
We run naked in the forest, our heads are trimmed with antlers
Everything is now no more but an explosion of wailings
It's ultimate animal frenzy, forest's spirits tongue
Bodies move around and torn in a boundless violence
Que l'esprit des ancêtres prenne possession de moi,
Qu'il me dirige et que rien d'autre ne soit
The tribe moves as an ensemble
Gesticulations are triggered by the same pulse
It's the time when the setting reverses
Spirits become everything and people dissolve into intangibles
It's the face of the forest's spirit which makes an appearance
This incantation fills the whole universe
Cause we're the children of the moon, the animal totally assumed
Cause we're the children of the moon, She's the mirror in which christians don't dare to look
She talks to us from deep inside our soul…
Death of A King
A long time ago, long before our era, lived king Altria Nemcheleck. Straight from birth, he reigned over a huge empire covered by luxurious forests and prairies. He was born with the power and pride which make men that lead peoples. But this king was also filled with a limitless bounty.
He was respected and loved by his people, and when he was riding over his lands, it was as if an entire army was on the way. He was so good that he could not find the necessary anger to defeat neighbouring chiefs who were jealously plotting in order to invade his lands.
Even if he was as strong as one hundred men, one morning he found himself encircled in his city by rival armies. As the days were passing by, supplies became scarce. He realized that this situation was leading them to death and chosed to die as he ever lived : with dignity.
Doors opened and the king rushed at his enemies, followed by his most valiant warriors. This was a terrible battle and he died under the blows of his too numerous opponents.
And so ends the tale of the king that died by being too good.
And so ends the tale of the king Altria Nemcheleck…
The Galleries of Time
To climb back up the galleries of time,
To melt in this ocean of spirits,
To bath in this substance of autumn colors,
To be the fœtus in your own stomach
To climb back up the galleries whose walls are made of the spirits of our ancestors, the guardians of time
To bath in cosmic matter, the mother, the matrix, the whole
To feel the connection, and see the inside outside
To see the connection, and feel the outside inside
To feel the connection, and see the inside outside
To see the connection, and feel the outside inside
It's a profound exploration of the human soul,
An intimate dialogue with the origin of things,
It's a profound exploration of human nature,
A bath in the primitive energies
Suddenly an internal wave submerges me
The storm breaks and I now feel energies of fiery, active and creative energies
Now I know the color of positive energy necessary to influence things
I have the spark at the tip of my fingers
I can feel it inside my spirit and body
To feel the connection, and see the inside outside
To see the connection, and feel the outside inside
To feel the connection, and see the inside outside
To seal the connection, and feel the outside inside
It's a profound exploration of the human soul,
An intimate dialogue with the origin of things,
It's a profound exploration of human nature,
A bath in the primitive energies
Untitled
(instrumental)
What Was
To have a last look behind
For our people ther is no remain to be saved
Just burn everything behind us, bored that we are to be imprisoned, to be humiliated
Concreted in their " god business " civilisation, their deeds are criminal, sly and smelless
Programmed from their birth with their own rules, human beings are trapped in an illusion of freedom
Since we'll never live anymore in the prairie with women and children, as we are tied by their morals
Since we'll never live anymore in the forest as we did before, as we are punished by their laws
Masters of this scientocratic world sealed their supremacy by creating philosophy, democracy and christianity
They settled the limits of good and evil and kept people in this part of the universe
Bastards, rats, wicked !
We could have been quiet men, working in the fields for the prosperity of our families,
We could have been happy in a city inhabited by people having the faces of our culture,
But today we wear the mask of death and Cernu's antlers trimm our heads
The door opens and we jump into the flames of hell,
We go forward and kill side by side, as the brothers that we are,
We'll fight up to the last for the spirit of our tribe, never fade in the night,
We go forward and kill side by side, as the brothers that we are,
We'll never give up this fight !
May the connection happen
Let the soul of our ancestors flow in us
May we poor their destructive fury
May our earth be covered with a red ocean, and nothing survive
May we impale their gods and their descendants
May our screams destroy their temples
May our reign come back
We're the children of the forest
We are Cernu's sons
We're their demons
We're their evil
And we are their pain
And To Fight Forever
To go forward and never give up,
To get back up each time and rush in like a bull
I always followed this flame that I carry in me,
And never has it been extinguished by any storm
Never give up and fight,
Never give up and fight,
To go forward never listening to those who judge me while,
They themselves behave as rats
I've never courted those who from behind their mask want to see me,
On the ground
Never give up and fight,
Never give up and fight
Never give up and fight,
Never give up and fight
Because life is a nightmare within which we live our dreams
To feed the light during a neverending winter,
To feel I, I and, always I,
When you lost everything and only the source remains, you,
As a snow covered tree, in a field
Never give up, fight forever !
Never give up, fight forever !