Текст песни «Bal-Sagoth - Summoning The Guardians Of The Astral Gate»

It is written in the ancient legends...
that high amidst the moon-swathed peaks of the great Mountain of Shadows,
hides the aeon-weary threshold of the Astral Gate...
the portal from our world, to bey
It is said that one who holds the key and knows the empyreal
incantation may stand within the ancient ring of stones
atop the mountain when the stars are correctly aligned,
and unlock the mystic gate,
ultimate enlightenment and wisdom unparalleled...

Part 1: THE INVOKING

(The Aspirant Reaches The Summit)

Keepers of the cosmic threshold,
my ascent has been fraught with terror, deathsteeped, storm-hammered.
(These grim mountains are strewn with the bones of the ill-fortuned dead.)
O' Guardians of the Astral Gate, the spheres blaze at last in trine...
I hold the Key!
(The trinity of stars shall touch the circle of stones once more...)
The incantation of Xuk'ul is known to me, the Orb of Summoning earned
with bloodshed!
(The crystalline key to the Outer Realms and the arcane rite to empower
it are at last mine, Seized at swordpoint from the citadel of the Black
Templars. Enlightenment awaits!)

Many years ago, the mystic Orb of Summoning was seized by the mysterious
Black Templars,a band of sombre, plunder seeking knights from the kingdoms
to the east of the Great Sea. They wrested the sorce
t had lain hidden for countless centuries, its true power and purpose known
only to the dour shamans who tended to the elder place of worship.
It is said that the tapestry of slaughter woven that day
walls of the ancient shrine were, and still remain, stained vivid
crimson with the spilled blood of the Orb's keepers.

Ka-kur-ra, I summon thee,
Zul'tekh Azor Vol-thoth.
Mighty Xuk'ul arise,
Kur'oc Gul-Kor, come forth.

I hold aloft the pulsing orb, astral spheres, empower the mystic key.
Ring of elder stones entwined in prophecy, the Rite of Invocation enthralls
thine power.
Replete from drinking deep of darkness, black shapes dancing 'twixt
the stones,
Lucent beams lancing forth from the gleaming, cepheid stars,
a creeping mist ensorcells my tongue...

A great stillness binds the moon-cloaked mountaintop in glooming shackles...
(High above, the myriad stars gleam bright against the night sky,
three more resplendently bedazzling than the others, their sidereal
auras engulfing the stones...)
And the central stone of the ancient ebon ring begins to pulsate
with a darksome energy...
A thunderous maelstrom ablaze with writhing celestially spawned
power then rends the stygian night...
(A vast shimmering aperture, a vortex of heliacal fire...
the pathway to beyond beckons!)
The Astral Gate is open...
The Guardians have awakened...

XUK'UL: Impudent mortal! You dare summon us?
If 'tis elucidation you seek, you shall have it!

Such searingly terrible stellar majesty...
my sanity is lashed like a vessel on a storm-wracked sea.
What price this invocation? Shall the singing stars claim my very mind?

To countless worlds we travel, riding the endless black seas
'twixt the stars... the ebon oceans of infinity...
flying through a thousand suns, then watching their light fade,
as if it were but a flic

Sure energy we become one with the vastness,
transcending the ethereal walls of time, spanning at once
this celestial eternity, and yet existing as no more than
a mote of dust within the vista of its e

The threshold looms, (the star-way between dimensions stretches before me...)
The Gate To That Which Lies Beyond yawns wide...
Unspeakable forces gibber and pulsate in the Outer Darkness...
Elder horrors dwell here, things which were ancient and revelled
in sublime galactic malevolence when even Xuk'ul was naught but a bloate
if its amorphous mother...
They-Who-Lurk-And-Breed-In-Limbo...
the squamous sovereigns of the elder void!

Primal terror drags my essence screaming back from the threshold.
The ichor of pestilent tongues clings to me, tendrils probing,
the ire of fiends!

The ravening black worms of madness are devouring the shredded
remnants of sanity as I return to my slumbering steel-clad body...
but as the dream-veil lifts, I feel my limbs transform, flesh becoming.

And the laughter of the Guardians echoes, carries upon the winds of
this spectral eve. Such is the price of enlightenment. And so,
a new brooding sentinel of stone joins the others on
Standing silently in the ancient circle of truth, standing... waiting,
Beneath the stars.