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Ewergrin
Monday, May 17th, 2004, 05:18 PM
I will use this thread to post the complete album from a now defunct English band called Sabbat. Sabbat was fronted by the lyrical genius Martin Walkyier (who went on to form Skyclad). The second album from Sabbat, entitled Dreamweaver - Reflections of Our Yesterdays, is in my opinion, the single greatest thrash album of all time. It is based on a novel entitled The Way of Wyrd by Englishman Brian Bates. A short synopsis of the book: A 7th century young Christian monk/scribe is sent into the wild heathen lands of southern England in order to gain as much information as possible regarding their indigenous and ancestral religion and culture, in order to best find the way to circumvent their beliefs, destroy their culture and force this foreign Jewish god into them. He is set up with a local shamman, who is to be his guide. He is unaware that this "guide" is one of the most powerful heathen sorcerers he could ever have had the misfortune to meet. The sorcerer, Wulf, then takes this young Christian monk and shows him the secrets of Wyrd, where eventually the heathen spirits steal his soul and he is forced to travel upon the threads of Wyrd and enter the spirit world, with only 2 days of life-force left, and retrieve his stolen soul, which in reality had to be stolen in order to be gifted with the secrets of Wyrd, of which it will take a lifetime to reveal within himself.

This novel is short but packed with information, and Mr. Walkyier has written a lyrical adaptation to this book, which may in fact do an even better job of getting Mr. Bates point across.

I will now begin to place this entire album here, song by song, with full lyrics to that our readers can get a better understanding of true Heathen based music and it's power.

Ewergrin
Monday, May 17th, 2004, 05:56 PM
It should be noted that the lyrics in Dreamweaver are told from the perspective of several different characters.

Characters (or personifications) are as follows:

Wat Brand - the Christian monk who has been chosen to infiltrate on behalf of his monastary.

Eappa - The head of Wat Brands monastary, who choses Brand for the mission.

Wulf - the Heathen sorcerer/guide who reveals to Brand the heathen customs and culture of his people, as well as the secrets of Wyrd.

Brothers of the Holy order - basically just the personification of Christian intent. No such character in the book, but Walkyier uses it to outline basic Christian intentions.

The Sisters of Wyrd - The three sisters who weave the threads of Wyrd.

Woden - heathen "fathergod"

The Sorcerers Creed - basically the personification of heathen intentions, opposite of "Brothers of the Holy Order."

My Souls Lament - Wat Brand without a soul (having been stolen by the spirits and waiting for him in the Underworld.

Spirit Voices - Voices of the Spirits who stole Brands soul, in order to free it (bestowing upon it the secrets of Wyrd.)

The Way of the Warrior - Basically a creed for the Warrior, much like the Sorcerer.

The Fairest of Them All - Wat Brands soul, after learning the secrets of Wyrd, which are locked inside and which Brand must unlock, one by one, for the rest of his life. His soul is given a female personification.


Please use this particular post for referencing when reading the lyrics.

It also has to be noted that there was a mess up on my copy of the cd. the track listing is as follows:

1. The Beginning of the End (intro)
2. The Clerical Conspiracy
3. Advent of Insanity
4. Do Dark Horses Dream of Nightmares?
5. The Best of Enemies
6. How Have the Mighty Fallen?
7. Wildfire
8. Mythistory
9. Happy Never After (outro)

On my disc, Advent of Insanity is merged with the beginning of Do Dark Horses Dream of Nightmares?, and listed as track 3, when only Advent of Insanity should be track 3, and then during the middle of Do Dark Horses Dream of Nightmares? begins track 4, when all of Do Dark Horses Dream of Nightmares? should be listed as track 4.
Confusing, I know, but when listening to the album from start to finish, it doen not matter, for the songs flow smoothly. However, for my intended purpose, I have to post each song individually. So when listening to track 4, keep in mind that the beginning of it has actually started at the end of track 3. I assume this was a production mistake, made by the manufacturing company who made the cds.

Another problem is that the very last part of track 4, where you hear crickets and Wulf says 'Who are you that walks across the graves of Giants at this late hour?" should be the very beginning of track 5. Once again, I apologize for this mix up.

Also, my copy is very old. On one or two songs, you probably will hear some skipping, due to a CD that is very worn from transport and at times, slightly neglected.
I apologize for this, and as soon as I am able to find flawless copies via K++, I will replace them.

Please enjoy. This is an album that has made more of an impact on my life and my beliefs than possibly any other influence I know of. It is an album that is very hard to come by and I first was made aware of it in 1986 and have held it dear to my heart ever since. Due to its relative unpopularity, I have always thought of it as almost a private thing, and I don't often share things that are private to me.

Once again,
Please enjoy.

Ewergrin
Monday, May 17th, 2004, 06:12 PM
The Beginning of the End (intro) (http://www.blutundboden.com/forum/Sabbat_1_TheBeginningoftheEnd.mp3)

Well-being I won,
And wisdom too,
I grew and took joy in my growth:
From a word to a word,
I was led to a word,
From a deed to another deed.

~ From the Old Norse "The Poetic Edda" (c.a. A.D. 1200)

Ewergrin
Monday, May 17th, 2004, 06:22 PM
Wat Brand learns from Eappa what his undertaking is to be. Joy, apprehension, fear, pride, and doubt about his mission surfaces.

The Clerical Conspiracy (http://www.blutundboden.com/forum/Sabbat_2_TheClericalConspiracy.mp3)

BRAND
"I have wealth beyond measure -
my treasures are words
forged by time in a tale of
such beauty they cry to be heard.
Still a young fool was I as
my story begins,
yet like all fool considered
myself to be wise -
a match for all things.
But the lessons I've learned
I will never forget,
when your teacher is life then
success is survival and
failure means death.
From early youth I saw the world
through tunnel-vision eyes,
my cloistered mind philosophized
and fossilized,
secure in my belief was I -
assured throughout my life the
only things that could sustain me
were the words of Jesus Christ."

EAPPA
"There is no way to fight a foe
who strikes from the inside,
and once within we can begin to
smite this pagan pride.
We shall take their graven images
and grind them in the dirt,
for that men can live in paradise
must be the Devil's work."

BROTHERS OF THE
HOLY ORDER
"The clerical conspiracy begins,
we shall wash away your sins -
we have come to purify,
to purge you of your liberty -
absolve you of all sanity,
the "truth" you want to hear we
shall provide."
(REPEAT)

EAPPA
"How can hope to save these
heathen when we know not of
their ways,
one of us must journey southward -
infiltrate and then assuage.
Only when we have these knowledge
can we finalize our plans,
greet them with a velvet glove -
then crush them 'neath an iron hand."
Christian soldiers armed with virtue -
hearts afire with blind obsession,
cannot see the difference 'twixt
compassion and oppression.

BRAND
"These were days I believed that
salvation was mine,
when I worshipped apostles
believing their gospels to be divine.
My life drifted by in a warm summer haze -
and I thought I would bathe in the light
of our Lord 'till the end of my days.
But destiny mocked me -
and fate did bequest,
that the strength of my faith in
The Lord God Almighty be put to test."

EAPPA
"My son your work is matchless as
a scribe you have been blessed,
your skill and faith in God doth
qualify you for our quest.
You will sail to Southern England
and recount their blasphemies,
for their first step in their cure
must be to learn of their disease."

BRAND
"For one so young so great an honour
to be chosen for this task,
have I the strength -
would I be worthy?
questions that I dared not ask.
Was I to be a missionary searching
for lost souls to save -
or just another pawn in their
monastic power games?"

BROTHERS OF THE
HOLY ORDER
"The clerical conspiracy begins,
we shall wash away your sins -
we have come to purify,
to purge you of your liberty -
absolve you of all sanity,
the "truth" you want to hear we
shall provide."

EAPPA
"How can hope to save these
heathen when we know not of
their ways,
you Wat Brand must journey southward -
infiltrate and then assuage.
Only when we have these knowledge
can we finalize our plans,
greet them with a velvet glove -
then crush them 'neath an iron hand."
Christian soldiers armed with virtue -
hearts afire with blind obsession,
cannot see the difference 'twixt
compassion and oppression."

BRAND
"And so with terror in my heart
I learned what had to be,
that I must tour these foreign shores -
my cross for company.
Those who had preceded me
of pagan devils warned -
with fearful tales of christian souls
since martyred on their horns.
In my tale I will tell how we
all were deceived -
for in truth I was hunted not
hunter as I had believed.
How could I have known that the
guide they'd provide was to
show me far more than I'd ever
imagined I could have desired?
So soon would I learn
what a fool I had been,
there is more than one side to a coin -
life is not what it seems.....
It's no more than a dream."

Ewergrin
Monday, May 17th, 2004, 06:30 PM
About the voyage over to Southern England, unaware of the peril before him, venturing into the wicked heathen shores.

Advent of Insanity (http://www.blutundboden.com/forum/Sabbat_3_AdventofInsanity.mp3)

A sea breeze whispers softly
it's song echoes through your mind,
leaves you thinking of tomorrow
and the life you left behind.
Come turn your head to face the
wind that fills enchanted sails,
and drives you to your destiny
as silent sirens wail. -
A sad lament for travellers
held in the hands of fate,
your future stands upon the prow -
your past drowns in the wake.
What chance is here for sanity
when madness takes the helm,
and steers you on a downward
spiral to his lonely realm?
Watch the night-sky-seagulls fly
and in the heavens play.
Yet even angels stoop and still
pick nothing up they say.
There are things far more sinister
that haunt the midnight air,
the sirens serenade a warning
telling you:-
"Beware - the waves upon the water
are like ripples in your mind,
and the shadows cast by nature
show the future you may find.
As rivers flow because they know
that they must join the sea -
thus you will be carried on to
meet your destiny."

Ewergrin
Monday, May 17th, 2004, 07:01 PM
Remember, the beginning of this song actually starts at the end of Advent of Insanity

Wat Brand has arrived on these foreign heathen shores. His first encounter with the spirits is upon him. Where is his guide?

Do Dark Horses Dream of Nightmares? (http://www.blutundboden.com/forum/Sabbat_4_DoDarkHorsesDreamofNightmares.m p3)

Standing on a strange shore -
this desolate coastline,
it offers cold comfort.
Very little more than the sky
for a blanket,
the earth for my bed.

THE SISTERS OF WYRD
"The threads upon the loom of life
have foreordained your coming here,
so weep not mannikin of mankind -
dry your worthless puppet tears."

BRAND
Unanswered questions -
how they play on my mind,
now that darkness is falling and
still there's no sign of my guide.
Either I have been betrayed -
they have left me to die,
or worse still at this moment he lies -
an unwitting victim by brigands attacked,
left naked and dead with a knife
In his back.
Childhood terrors return to me now,
from the rank stench of fear in
the sweat on my brow.
deceit and despair are to me
kith and kin,
seduced into slumber -
my nightmare begins.

WODEN
"Welcome - welcome to my domain,
I have been biding my time.
Watching and waiting -
but now you are mine.
Weaving the web that entwines you,
like a puppet you play on the end
of your strings 'till the end of
your days."

BRAND
Daylight flees as night gives chase -
I'm held in panics dank embrace,
I smother in his cold caress -
the sum of all my worthlessness.
I have been told to thank the Lord
for all that He will send,
but if death should come to meet me -
must I greet him as I friend?
Now I see that this quest is
a test of my fidelity -
has God forsaken me?
When madness sings his lullaby a
nightmare filled with unknown things -
to cast aspersion on my sanity.
Faith starts to flounder in
a mind torn apart,
my thoughts move in time with
the beat of my heart.
A "creature of habit"
I make easy prey,
cross, faith and fire cannot
hold at bay the beast that
pursues me -
the end drawing near.
My soul keeps no secrets -
he knows what I fear.
Flying so high on the wings
of a dream,
over mountain and forest -
'cross river and stream.
While the creatures that feed
off the doubts I invent,
await my arrival with evil intent.

WODEN
"Welcome - welcome to my domain,
I have been biding my time.
Watching and waiting -
but now you are mine.
Weaving the web that entwines you,
like a puppet you play on the end
of your strings 'till the end of
your days."

BRAND
So in that twilight world that
lies amidst life and death I dream,
and writhe in fitful slumber no-one
hears my silent screams.
Except the horses head that stares
with black and lifeless eyes,
atop its totem glaring as it mocks
my helpless cries.
Now I see that this quest is
a test of my fidelity -
has God forsaken me?
When madness sings his lullaby a
nightmare filled with unknown things -
to cast aspersion on my sanity.

Solo: Andy/Simon/Andy/Simon

Shapeless forms surround me me
casting shadows in the night,
I feel their breath upon me -
catch their faces in the light.
Somnambulistic hunters come
to prey upon my fears -
as peals of psychopathic laughter
echo in my ears.
Startled I waken from my
death-like sleep,
though fearful and shaken
I crawl to my feet.
Still my memories taunt me -
like ghosts they appear,
forever to haunt me when
darkness draws near.

WODEN
"Welcome - welcome to my domain,
I have been biding my time.
Watching and waiting -
but now you are mine.
Weaving the web that entwines you,
like a puppet you play on the end
of your strings 'till the end of
your days."

BRAND
Then fleeing from the terrors
of the night before I leave,
the remnants of reality behind
me 'neath the trees.
Walking in the light of dawn I
pray that God will send -
his wisdom now to guide me
through this night-time without end.
Now I see that this quest is
a test of my fidelity -
has God forsaken me?
When madness sings his lullaby a
nightmare filled with unknown things -
to cast aspersion on my sanity.

Ewergrin
Monday, May 17th, 2004, 07:13 PM
Wulf reveals himself to Wat Brand. Already Brand starts to learn that Wulf knows what his intentions are.

The Best of Enemies (http://www.blutundboden.com/forum/Sabbat_5_TheBestofEnemies.mp3)

WULF
Oh instrument of God force -
fed on ignorance and lies,
so blind and narrow-minded
that you cannot compromise.
Even the most foolish thief
should know what he is taking -
lest he find himself within a
cage of his own making.
The Ways of Wyrd are many and
our path you must decide,
for the secrets that you seek
are all around you -
use your eyes.
The threads cannot be broken
that have brought you here to me -
and bind two foes together
like the best of enemies
You gaze upon me -
I can tell what you see,
a simple man -
with simple thoughts and
simple needs.
Superstition -
preying on a mind filled with fear,
opposition -
to all your "enlighted" ideas.
Yet I will show you more than
you can comprehend,
beware delusion is a
dangerous friend.
Ask loaded questions seeking
knowledge of a faith that
you wish to pervert -
all our values,
with hidden meanings
you try concealing your
underlying wish to convert -
"heathen" souls,
to a faith that will doubtless
send our Gods to the grave -
mistake you're making overlooking
the fact that we might no want
to be "saved".

THE SORCERERS CREED
Fear is an old friend of mine,
we have met many times before.
(Drawn to the spirits like
moths to a flame -
when there is no risk then
there can be no gain).

WULF
Death is a harsh fact of life
you cannot avoid or ignore.
The Life-force is as strong in
you as it is strong in me,
the difference is what you
hold captive I set free.
You seek to subjugate all
those who won't comply,
I'll your prejudice and
pride and show you why -
the values that you held so dear
(all your laws and rules),
they hold no more sway here
than the muttering of fools.
Just take a look about you and
I'm sure that you will find -
Heaven lies within our hearts
and Hell is but a figment of
your mind.
These teachings that you deem so
sacred become words devoid of meaning,
when compared unto a faith that
preaches something worth believing.
What is to become of us when
truth is turned to lies,
will none remain to wipe the tears
when Mother Nature cries?
Proceed with caution -
subservient to all you survey,
hidden dangers await us on
each step of our way.
Do not falter -
for if you do you will fall,
prey unto perils far worse
than you've encountered before.
Compared unto the threats we face
your devil seems so mild,
a relic from the faerie-tales my
mother told me as a child.
Why do you carry your God
like a weapon -
a dagger drawn ready to strike,
at the heart of a foe when you
don't really know the reason
that you fight? -
to replace our disgrace with
the "loving" embrace of your Lord -
can't you see that the plans
made for me and my people
to us seem absurd.

THE SORCERERS CREED
Death is the only recourse
I require in my hour of need.
(Drawn to the spirits like
moths to a flame -
when there is no risk then
there can be no gain).

WULF
Impassive it shows no remorse
for folly and greed.
Pre-emptive prejudice has
dogmatised your life,
these blinkered views that once
held true will no longer suffice.
For in my world there is no point
where you can draw the line,
'twixt good and evil,
saint and sinner,
damnate and divine.
Shaven-headed servant of
an infantile faith -
by what right do you presume
to come and try to take my place?
If there is one grain of truth
amidst your hoard of lies,
'tis
"Love your neighbour as yourself" -
with this alone I can abide.
These teachings that you deem so
sacred become words devoid of meaning,
when compared unto a faith that
preaches something worth believing.
What is to become of us when
truth is turned to lies,
will none remain to wipe the tears
when Mother Nature cries?

THE WAY OF THE WARRIOR
When living your life
like an arrow in flight
you must always accept that
the end is in sight,
be grateful at least for the fact
that you knew you came to death -
he did not come for you.
You are like targets
who sit and await -
patiently suffer
the arrows of fate,
saying "I'm but a mortal
and destined to die -
I can change nothing
so why should I try?"
Each morning you wake is an
"ember day" dawning,
your penance for living in
permanent mourning.
By erst 'while ideals your
hearts are enslaved,
you crawl out of the cradle
straight into the grave.
What reward is a banquet
of red wine and bread,
when you hunger for life -
but on death you are fed?

WULF
Do not underestimate
the task you undertake,
overcome your hopes and fears
and meet them face to fate.
These spirits aren't your enemies -
but neither are they friends,
do not dare insult them lest
all nature you offend.
They who were here before us
will remain when we have gone,
and though we're long forgotten
still their memory will live on.
Perhaps one day mankind will see
the error of it's ways,
and in it's future glimpse
reflections of our yesterdays.
Drawn to the spirits like
moths to a flame -
when there is no risk then
there can be no gain
(Repeat)

Ewergrin
Monday, May 17th, 2004, 07:29 PM
Brands soul enters the Underworld, where the secrets of Wyrd will be forged into it.

How Have the Mighty Fallen? (http://www.blutundboden.com/forum/Sabbat_6_HowhavetheMightyFallen.mp3)

BRAND
Denizens of sylvan places
hidden from the eyes of man,
courtesans with sylph - like graces
dancing to the pipes of Pan -
that echoed through the ether
notes that soared on wings of halcyon,
songs to give our lives the meaning
that we lack flow they have gone.
Watch the pattern ever changing
in the tapestry of fate,
weft and weave now interlacing
silken strands that fabricate -
a cloak to fit both king and beggar,
those who rule and those that toil
are equal in the fact that
all pay homage to this mortal coil.
Icy fingers grasping madly
get a grip upon my throat -
and slowly squeeze the life out of me
on my dying words I choke,
a frantic prayer in desperation
cannot hope to make me whole,
a moments lapse of concentration
and the spirits free my soul.
Drugs and potions surge within me -
slowly paralize and kill me,
terrified I stumble blindly
into the unknown,
Outside looking in - observing
feelings that I find unnerving,
dying with my eyes wide open
helpless and alone.
The endless void that lies beyond -
with gaping jaws it beckons me,
I cast my worldly flesh aside and
plunge into eternity.
Once light hearted I departed -
on my quest hope courted me,
now a new love is my true love
and her name is misery.
Eyes as dark as midnight-ravens
gems that filled my mind with awe,
enthral my heart -
distract me from her milk-white hands
stained red with gore.
The fetters that bound me are broken -
by words that were best left unspoken,
for now I am shackled to sadness
by chains that are tempered with madness.
I plummet like a shooting-star
that shines so bright yet falls so far,
shafts of moonlight guide me
to the world which waits below.
I seem in need of nothing else
but rope enough to hang myself -
laughing through the gates of Hell I go.

MY SOULS LAMENT
Contained within a living shroud
my life-force fades and dies,
this weary heart grows heavy
as the coins upon my eyes.
The latch has now been lifted
on an ever open door,
and peering through I see things
as I never have before.

BRAND
The hammer and the anvil meet -
in synchronicity they chime,
a sound so simple and complete
it needs no melody or rhyme.
Reforging all that I once was -
they make me into something new,
no longer trapped within this world
but transient and passing through -
the "valley of the shadow"
far beyond the "summerland",
like the wild-boar is my valour
now my life is in these hands -
that keep the seething cauldron steaming,
stoke the fires of destiny,
gently take me and re-shape me
All-wise smith of sorcery.
The fetters that bound me are broken -
by words that were best left unspoken,
for now I am shackled to sadness
by chains that are tempered with madness.
From the "cup of happiness"
the wine of hope I've sipped,
betrayed - I taste the bitterness
of pain upon my lips.
Though I try to drown my sorrows
they will surely drown me first,
for swallowing my pride
won't quench this thirst.

MY SOULS LAMENT
In this darkness light has faded -
hope becomes despair
loneliness for a companion -
with me everywhere.
I wander in confusion
while the tears that I have cried,
gleam like broken trinkets
you have worn then cast aside.

WODEN
"Now hand-in-hand with ignorance
the power-mad run blindly,
but retribution hunts you down
and rest assured he'll find thee.
No curtain can conceal you
for the ghosts of all you slander -
await you at your journeys end,
and, to them you must answer.
The poisons born upon your tongue
will never serve to slight me,
for I have dealt with many fools and
suffer your kind lightly.
Just as you sow so shall you reap -
and I my friend have plenty,
so sit ye down and eat your words
now that your plate is empty"

Solo: Simon/Andy

BRAND
The endless void that lies beyond -
with gaping jaws it beckons me,
I cast my wordly flesh aside and
plunge into eternity.
Once light hearted I departed -
on my quest hope courted me,
now a new love is my true love
and her name is misery.
Eyes as dark as midnight-ravens
gems that filled my mind with awe,
enthral my heart -
distract me from her milk-white hands
stained red with gore.
The fetters that bound me are broken -
by words that were best left unspoken,
for now I am shackled to sadness
by chains that are tempered with madness.
I plummet like a shooting-star
that shines so bright yet falls so far,
shafts of moonlight guide me
to the world which waits below.
I seem in need of nothing else
but rope enough to hang myself -
laughing through the gates of Hell I go.

MY SOULS LAMENT
Contained within a living shroud
my life force fades and dies,
this weary heart grows heavy
as the coins upon my eyes.
The latch has now been lifted
on an ever open door,
and peering through I see things
as I never have before.

WODEN
"Why do the mighty view the world
through sycophantic eyes -
Then claim to us they know what's best
from pedestals of pride?
Don't take the views of others
and dismiss them out of hand
for when your pillars crumble
tell me who will you command?"

Ewergrin
Monday, May 17th, 2004, 07:36 PM
Brand prepares for his journey into the spiritworld to retrieve his lost soul, utilizing "wildfire" and a potion that increases his diminishing life-force 30 fold. Can he retrieve it in time?

Wildfire (http://www.blutundboden.com/forum/Sabbat_7_Wildfire.mp3)

BRAND
In thoughts from visions of the night,
when deep sleep falleth out of sight.
Many a strange thing will you dream -
though it is never what it seems.
Awakened from my troubled sleep -
where dreams once lost as
nightmares creep,
to steal my soul and suffocate
what sanity remains.
My anger mute -
my anguish blind
within this sad fragmented mind,
your eyes the spark to light the
fire that burns away my pain.
Protected by reality -
yet you still fear the beast in me,
your reckless tongue could be the key,
you'll be the first to die
if it breaks free.
Alone tonight -
myself and I,
on raven wings our spirits fly.
All hope has fallen out of sight
without the wit or will to fight.
I face up to my destiny -
you'll see another side to me,
a love that dare not speak it's
name is born tonight of sweat and
flame and.....
Wildfire - hallucinations
fill my mind with
Wildfire - a love so strong
that it is blind.
Wildfire -a dream of such
intensity.
Wildfire - it verges on
insanity.
Protected by reality -
yet you still fear the beast in me,
your reckless tongue could be the key -
you'll be the first to die
if it breaks free.
In streams of raw emotion
down my cheeks the tears flow,
with my tongue tied I damn these
eyes that let my feelings show.
Bursting with frustration -
feel the cancer eat my mind,
flirting with damnation -
to all danger I am blind.
Twisted and contorted -
forsaken and forlorn,
like the love you have aborted -
yet tonight I am reborn in....
Wildfire - we're like the
spider and the fly,
Wildfire - upon your web
ensnared am I.
Wildfire - bound by threads
that hold me tight,
Wildfire - so sweet the kiss
so cruel the bite.
How could you be such a fool,
to dare to break the golden rule?
Yet in the light of day I see
that you were right -
the fool is me!
In streams of raw emotion
down my cheeks the tears flow,
with my tongue tied I damn these
eyes that let my feelings show.
Bursting with frustration -
feel the cancer eat my mind,
flirting with damnation -
to all danger I am blind.
Twisted and contorted -
forsaken and forlorn,
like the love you have aborted -
yet tonight I am reborn.
Now my futile cries for help
are drowned in laughter.
Searching though I know I'll
never find what I'm after.
I seek a release from this
web of deceit -
now my terror is growing.
There is no escape from my fate
it's too late -
all my fears are showing.
Though I'm running from
something that just isn't there -
the panic is real,
and you must be blind for
my words cannot hide the
heartache I feel.....
Please God help me now!

Ewergrin
Monday, May 17th, 2004, 07:43 PM
Brand recovers his soul and begins the life-long journey to discover the secrets forged within.

Mythistory (http://www.blutundboden.com/forum/Sabbat_8_Mythistory.mp3)

I'm standing at the
crossroads of my life -
nothing to lose.
Each path leads to oblivion,
whichever one I choose.
Rising from the ashes of my plight
I traverse filaments of light,
that permeate my ethereal form -
on omnipotent threads I'm born.
Unto a place where I an find
a balm to ease my troubled mind,
that I may glimpse things
yet unseen,
a world not grey -
but evergreen.
And can you blame me -
is it such a crime,
to crave for one small piece
of Heaven that I can call mine?
For years I have waded
through bland mediocrity,
watched my hopes sink
in a mire of negation.
Yet why pay the cost for a
paradise lost when here is
an Eden of natures creation?
Sisters of servitude -
fearful and fair,
who herald good fortune
and mete out despair.
Take pity upon me and
give back my soul,
so that I who am "empty"
may once more be "whole".

SPIRIT VOICES
"Mortal be silent -
take heed as we speak,
not lightly will we return
that which you seek.
True wisdom walks hand in
hand with adversity,
knowledge exists on the
brink of uncertainty".

BRAND
The moment that I saw her face
my lust I could not hide.
She knew me as no other -
viewed me through a lovers eyes.
A vision of sensual delight
pervades my senses -
and ignites new feeling
that I can't define,
desire for this succubus sublime.
Sister, mother, virgin, whore -
she is all these and yet still more
than I could hope to understand,
she takes my heart -
I take her hand....
And can you blame me -
is it such a crime,
to crave for one small piece
of Heaven that I can call mine?
All my life I have yearned -
how my spirit has burned,
to taste of the fruits
that my tonsure forbade.
Yet here was a beauty so pure
she could truly outshine any
star that the Lord God has made.
Sisters of servitude -
fearful and fair,
who herald good fortune
and mete out despair.
Take pity upon me and
give back my soul,
so that I who am "empty"
may once more be "whole".

THE FAIREST OF THEM ALL
"Brand look no further -
for that which was lost can
be found in me if your
distrust becomes troth.
I will bestow you with
riches untold,
for I am your "harvest-home" -
I am your soul.
Come walk with me through
the vale of eternity,
for you must know ere you go -
I go with thee.

SPIRIT VOICES
Corn is the gold that
will shine in the Summertime,
leaves are the emeralds
you find in the Spring.
At Autumn they turn and
as copper they burn,
then fall like the diamonds
that bleak Winter brings.
From the beginning when hoar -
frost and flame collided -
the birth of the world
to proclaim,
your lives have been guided -
decided by fate,
unaltered by changes that
you try to make.
The world keeps on turning -
men still live and die,
though many have questions
so few even try,
to search for the answers
that you have found here -
unaware of the threads in
the web that is wyrd."

BRAND
Drowning in the waves which carry me
cross oceans of tranquility,
lulled by the eddies of my mind -
washed up like flotsam on the
tides of time.
I've no desire to return
from whence I came
now I have learned,
within us all resides
a dream of days not grey -
but evergreen.....
And can you blame me -
is it such a crime,
to crave for one small piece
of Heaven that I can call mine?
For years I have waded
through bland mediocrity,
watched my hopes sink
in a mire of negation.
Yet why pay the cost for a
paradise lost when here is
an Eden of natures creation?
All that is left of those
times are my memories,
days long since past into
realms of antiquity.
Tales round the fireside
from old men who reminisce,
speak of lost youth and
the age of "Mythistory".
Many a cold Winters night
she has come to me -
easing my sorrows and
soothing my fears,
in the dreams of this old man
a soft voice still comforts me,
made young once more by
the words that I hear...

THE FAIREST OF THEM ALL
"Come walk with me through
the vale of eternity,
for you must know ere you go -
I go with thee...

BRAND
I go with thee".

Ewergrin
Monday, May 17th, 2004, 07:45 PM
Happy Never After (outro) (http://www.blutundboden.com/forum/Sabbat_9_HappyNeverAfter.mp3)


Instrumental

PsycholgclMishap
Sunday, May 23rd, 2004, 02:34 PM
Sabbat were amazing! I wish I'd have had the opportunity to see them live...

Ewergrin
Monday, May 24th, 2004, 01:06 AM
I do believe that our friend Keith has seen them several times under the newest incarnation, Return to the Sabbat.

Ewergrin
Tuesday, June 22nd, 2004, 11:37 PM
UPDATE

Just to let everyone know, the server that I uploaded those files, and in fact every music and image file on this site (that I personally have posted) is permanantly gone, so I will have to upload all of those files to another server ASAP.

I will update everyone when this task has been completed.

Mistress Klaus
Wednesday, July 7th, 2004, 05:34 PM
UPDATE

Just to let everyone know, the server that I uploaded those files, and in fact every music and image file on this site (that I personally have posted) is permanantly gone, so I will have to upload all of those files to another server ASAP.

I will update everyone when this task has been completed.

:smt001 Cheers for the update..I guessed something was wrong when it wouldn't download the Mp3's. :smt002

Ewergrin
Sunday, July 18th, 2004, 07:50 AM
UPDATE!

The entire album has been uploaded to the Blut und Boden server. All links should work fine, now.

Please alert me or Dalonord of broken links.

Thanks!

WarMaiden
Tuesday, October 19th, 2004, 06:17 PM
About the voyage over to Southern England, unaware of the peril before him, venturing into the wicked heathen shores.

Advent of Insanity (http://www.blutundboden.com/forum/Sabbat_3_AdventofInsanity.mp3)



Nice Song, thanks for sharing!!!