1. Feeble Screams From Forests Unknown[September '91]DriftingIn the AirAbove a Cold LakeIs a SoulFrom an EarlyBetter AgeGrasping forA Mystic ThoughtIn Vain...but Who's to KnowFurther on Lies Eternal SearchFor Theories to Lift the GateOnly Locks Are Made StrongerAnd More Keys Lost as Logic FadesIn the Pool of Dreams the Water DarkensFor the Soul That's Tired of SearchAs Years Pass byThe Aura DropsAs Less and LessFeelings TouchStupidityHas Won too MuchThe Hopeless Soul Keeps Mating2. Ea, Lord Of The Deeps[November '91]The Head is a Head of a SerpentFrom its Nostrils Mucus Trickles...The Ears Are those of a BasiliskHis Horns Are Twisted into three CurlsThe Body is a Sun Fish, Full of StarsThe Base of His Feet Are ClawsHis Name Is Sassu WunnuA Sea Monster. A Form of Ea3. Black Spell Of Destruction[July '91]Hear my Sword...in the MakingOf my SpellLiterallyDamkuna, IftragaSheb Nigurepur, DafastThe World's Tragedy, Is Served at My Feast4. Channelling The Power Of Souls Into A New God[May '91]Worship Me5. War[October '91]This is WarI Lie Wounded on Wintery GroundWith Hundred of Corpses aroundMany Wounded Crawl Helplessly aroundOn the Blood Red Snowy GroundWarCries of the (ha, ha) Suffering SoundCries for Help to All Their Dead MomsWarMany Hours of MusicMany Drops of BloodMany Shiverings and Now I Am DeadAnd Still We Must Never Give upWar6. The Crying Orc[March '91]7. A Lost Forgotten Sad Spirit[September '91]The Fire in the Sky is ExtinguishedBlue Waters no Longer CryThe Dancing of Trees Has StoppedThe Stream of Freshness from Cold WindsExists no LongerThe Rain Has Stopped to DripFrom the SkyStill Dripping ExistsFrom the Veins of a Nearly Dead BoyOnce There Was HatredOnce There Was ColdNowThere is OnlyA Dark Stone TombWith an AltarAn Altar whichServes As a BedA Bed of Eternal SleepThe Dreams of the Human in SleepAre Dreams of ReliefA Gate out of HellInto the Void of DeathYet UndisturbedThe Human SleepAnd One DayWill the Grave Be UnlockedAnd the SoulMust Return to His WorldBut This Time asA Lost Forgotten Sad SpiritDoomedTo HauntEndlessly8. My Journey To The Stars[January '92]I ImmaterializeAnd Slowly DriftInto the UnknownWith the Cold Winds with SoulThe Wintery Plains Lie UntouchedI Ride on My ElementsTowards the Stars UnseenA QuestFor KnowledgeIn theAstralLuminousStench IntensifiesAs INear a Spectral SphereAfter a HundredMen's LifetimeIn AnalyzingI learnTo ConsumeThe SphereOf Immense PowerAnd ToBecome ImmortalDarkness Hate and WinterRules the Earth when I ReturnWarBetween RacesA Goal Is ReachedChaos, Hate9. Dungeons Of Darkness[January '92]
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