Circle of Ouroborus

eless they sing
A lonely melody
accompanied by the choir of ages it reaches the tops of trees
an under world cult
praising the shapeless one
icon like abstract form
These mouths suck
every drop
from our veins
from pleasures and pains
Inverse, rebellious bitter sweetness
sprinkling the herbs on this sadness


Demon in Iron

The watery earth heaves like a poisonous sea
the world on the edge of decadence and greed
one thousand three hundred and thirty two hands
open the wounds of these weak lands
Rise!
Be the fundament of our belief
Rise!
Be the principle, the light and the seed
Now even love can turn its face to dark
the bells toll for the time to learn and hark
the words of wisdom from between the jaws
phrases of fire and primal laws
One hand for giving, another for punishment
one side for rage, another for discouragement
take your side, take the step from the line
one way or another, the doom will be thine
Rise!
Be the fundament of our belief
Rise!
Be the principle, the light and the seed


Show Me the Way to the Wishing Wall

I've been waiting and wailing
on the ground with rotten fruits failing
away from our shores sailing
fearing the serpent scaling
Then in the spring you come
and this heart burns with shame wintry shapes are undone you violate and I am to blame
This is when the truth reveals it surrounds the minds entwined once again my heart it steals
lulls to sleep with a restless lie
Then we are both lonely
and I am standing there
I could wish you to hold me
to turn down the warmth of your stare
But you know me all too well
to such foolish hope to agree
you just escape like the sound of a bell
even if I could never make you flee
So we pass in silence
and the passion freezes once more
you keep slipping through my fingers
for greater minds to adore


Twisted Fruit of Doom

Rotten fruits
abhorrent harvest
we gather skulls
instead of fertile joy
The twisted fruit of doom
we enjoy your luxuriance
the twisted fruit of doom
the ending of our innocence
This cold August
delivers its offerings
we sink our teeth
into dead meat
The twisted fruit of doom
we enjoy your luxuriance
the twisted fruit of doom
the ending of our innocence
Morbid incense
of this bloody garden
we breathe dust
the pollen of future death
Soulcages in my basket
all are coming here
dismal celebration
drink and feast!
The twisted fruit of doom
we enjoy your luxuriance
the twisted fruit of doom
the ending of our innocence


Dead Eyes, Dead Soul

Eyes are the mirrors of your souls, they say
but I'm so blind, a castaway
I tried to get into my thoughts
I endeavoured to rise, not to fall
Dead eyes, dead eyes... dead soul
The mirror and the reflection
my life and its destruction
Is this rot in or out of me?
Are my eyes too dead to see?
While walking among these graves
of living, breathing names
they look at me with their stars
they are looking into my scars
Dead eyes, dead eyes... dead soul
Stitches in my dried flesh
two pits for you to bless
these prospects of sin are erased
two pearls gone, I'm saved
White and thin like paper
like a hollow egg shell
something so fragile
can't keep your soul
it has flown away
with the sin of this world
the new inhabitant is here
free, streaming wisdom
Dead eyes,
dead eyes,
dead soul


Summer Graves

(instrumental)


Puu Nukkuu Haudassaan

Puu nukkuu haudassaan
juuret kohti taivastaan
kuin armoa anoen
antaisinko siunauksen?
Annan kasvaa kuoleman
annan viimeisen suudelman
karkealle kaarnalle
ikuiselle haavalle
Ja kun käännän katseeni
näen viimein luojani
hän ei voi koskaan oppia
miten loppu on alkua
Puu nukkuu haudassaan
juuret kohti taivastaan
kuin armoa anoen
antaisinko siunauksen?
Ja kun käännän veitseni
tapan viimein luojani
hän ei voinut oppia
miten loppu on alkua


Through My Fingers

Who has cast this shell?
who has cast this empty shell?
who has broken the surface
and let enter the hell?
Warmness before emptiness
before the tamed waves
I burn to the core a lifetime in a day
But now these scorched hands they touch my memories
but now through my fingers run the wind
and the freeze I have become so frail
I have become so fatally frail
I have burned all the leaves
and all the prayers
Hopelessness is my goal
my wide open door
a bitter life in pieces
I hunger for more