Slechtvalk - Enthroned lyrics
[Slechtvalk - Enthroned lyrics]
Deep in the wilderness on a forgotten
Path a wanderer is striding forth
Persistent his walk and by oath of
Allegiance bound to go up North
His stern face carved by the
Years he endured, by journeys
Battles and long winter months
With the westening sun he
Proudly marched on for
An army of strength was mustered once more
To shorten his way and to hasten for the
Muster he takes a long lost road
Now with the sun almost sunken and the
Shadows prolonged he contemplates his oath
As at his wonder a ruin he
Saw, like an ancient dwelling
Now only heaps of stones
Overgrown in natures shrines
An echo of what once was
In yesteryears long gone
Full of wonder he became aware
Of a marble black-veined Throne
While his eyes gazed at vague
Remnants of engraved heraldic arms
He marvelled at the bliss of this
Forlorn kingdom to him unbeknown
As a mist came crawling over the
Cracked old stone paved floor
With a sigh of the wind a
Haze arose over this old hall
And the more he stared at this upcoming veil
The more ghostly shapes he saw
Graciously wandering and dancing around
Drifting on an unseen wind
With wonder and awe he witnessed this
Theatre with an unfolding play
Now solemn and peaceful then with glory and
Might full of splendour and passion
There were satyrs and troubadours
Jesters and high lords
Peasants and squires evoking his impression
Then slowly came forth in a shadow of threat
A tyrant surrounded by his thralls
Perverted shadows though fairest in
Appearance full of
Sickening lies blending into the play
Wholly intrigued but unwilling to witness the
End of this mystical play
His eyes where fixed on the
Tyrant and his thralls
How humble they bowed as they
Kneeled at his feet
They crowned him and hailed him as
A high Lord of old
Humbling themselves as his servants
Knowing in his heart all
Their acting is deceit
Still he could not turn away his eyes
Full of hate for this tyrant
But like enchanted by this play
The thrilling beauty, their
Cunning and might
The temptation of their charms
From this filth infected theatre finally
He turned his sight away
Then to his horror he found
Himself now sitting chained
Slowly the black veins of the marble
Throne had him partly overgrown
He felt the cold grip of stone clamping
His flesh slowly enslaving him whole
From serenity fallen, the play endured
He witnessed it with a moan
All beauty brought down by sickening lies
To foul and horrible shapes
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Tortured by the growing black veins
Crowned with poisonous filth
By rancid whores drenched in lies
He cried like an insane
While foul laughter roared
"Damned all your lies
Your whores and your slaves!
Twisted your words
Full of deceit your damned calumny!"
The tyrant was smiling looking
Down on his prey
Slowly fading with the mist in the rain
Now darkness surrounded the overgrowing man
And with the rain his life faded away
Once on a morning on a bright winter day
The first sunbeams were shining gloomy
On a marble statue in the midst of a ruin
Of a man enthroned like a high Lord of old
Grim his face and firmly grasping his throne
On the first step of the
Throne an inscription was engraved
"Enthroned by lies, faded away into oblivion"
Path a wanderer is striding forth
Persistent his walk and by oath of
Allegiance bound to go up North
His stern face carved by the
Years he endured, by journeys
Battles and long winter months
With the westening sun he
Proudly marched on for
An army of strength was mustered once more
To shorten his way and to hasten for the
Muster he takes a long lost road
Now with the sun almost sunken and the
Shadows prolonged he contemplates his oath
As at his wonder a ruin he
Saw, like an ancient dwelling
Now only heaps of stones
Overgrown in natures shrines
An echo of what once was
In yesteryears long gone
Full of wonder he became aware
Of a marble black-veined Throne
While his eyes gazed at vague
Remnants of engraved heraldic arms
He marvelled at the bliss of this
Forlorn kingdom to him unbeknown
As a mist came crawling over the
Cracked old stone paved floor
With a sigh of the wind a
Haze arose over this old hall
And the more he stared at this upcoming veil
The more ghostly shapes he saw
Graciously wandering and dancing around
Drifting on an unseen wind
With wonder and awe he witnessed this
Theatre with an unfolding play
Now solemn and peaceful then with glory and
Might full of splendour and passion
There were satyrs and troubadours
Jesters and high lords
Peasants and squires evoking his impression
Then slowly came forth in a shadow of threat
A tyrant surrounded by his thralls
Perverted shadows though fairest in
Appearance full of
Sickening lies blending into the play
Wholly intrigued but unwilling to witness the
End of this mystical play
His eyes where fixed on the
Tyrant and his thralls
How humble they bowed as they
Kneeled at his feet
They crowned him and hailed him as
A high Lord of old
Humbling themselves as his servants
Knowing in his heart all
Their acting is deceit
Still he could not turn away his eyes
Full of hate for this tyrant
But like enchanted by this play
The thrilling beauty, their
Cunning and might
The temptation of their charms
From this filth infected theatre finally
He turned his sight away
Then to his horror he found
Himself now sitting chained
Slowly the black veins of the marble
Throne had him partly overgrown
He felt the cold grip of stone clamping
His flesh slowly enslaving him whole
From serenity fallen, the play endured
He witnessed it with a moan
All beauty brought down by sickening lies
To foul and horrible shapes
Värj dig från lögnaren svekets ansikte
Människans förgörare
Tortured by the growing black veins
Crowned with poisonous filth
By rancid whores drenched in lies
He cried like an insane
While foul laughter roared
"Damned all your lies
Your whores and your slaves!
Twisted your words
Full of deceit your damned calumny!"
The tyrant was smiling looking
Down on his prey
Slowly fading with the mist in the rain
Now darkness surrounded the overgrowing man
And with the rain his life faded away
Once on a morning on a bright winter day
The first sunbeams were shining gloomy
On a marble statue in the midst of a ruin
Of a man enthroned like a high Lord of old
Grim his face and firmly grasping his throne
On the first step of the
Throne an inscription was engraved
"Enthroned by lies, faded away into oblivion"