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Rising From Below the Earth

by Faustcoven

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1.
Something is here Poisoning the very air i breathe The voices of the dead have fallen silent They tremble together in shallow graves In a most profound mystery The foul hand of fate did illuminate me I unearthed texts. I now try to Forget For those who see what others cant see their presence is unbearable Still they cannot fully understand For into the depths of knowledge could be undone But what i've seen. I cant take back To know the presence of the ones who rise from below the earth Now every night i feel their stare A multitude cold lidless eyes A steady pulse at the back of my mind Whispered voices from nowhere Shapeless shadows roam the night A constant feeling of being watched Shapeless shadows roam the night A sudden cold in the room Shapeless shadows roam the night Unwelcome gaze has pierced our souls Ageless terrible hunger awakened In the outmost void Beyond our spheres They gather in mass; Our end draws near There they'll plot our fail And soon they'll rise; in corporal form Whispered voices from nowhere Shapeless shadows roam the night A constant feeling of being watched Shapeless shadows roam the night A sudden cold in the room Shapeless shadows roam the night Hush! Again they are among us A faint sinister choir, gathering strength I fear that the time is fast approaching, One terrible night they'll reach out for us all You may think me a fool, blinded by fear But I know what watches us as we sleep If you could only live one night, through my eyes; You would greet next dawn a different man Broken perhaps - marked for sure, and never once you'd feel alone again... For each night you'd know they rise; In silence under ominous skies out from their realm below our cold and sleeping earth out from their realm below this cold and dying earth Thus I must leave all hope behind Sweet privilege of ignorance
2.
Out from the woods they sprang forth Axes raised, mouths foaming with rage Tattooed savage beasts on the hunt Deranged bloodlust shining in their eyes Barbarian warriors - Painted with the pentagram Skulls of enemies - Their grinning trophies of war They overran the first cities by the next dawn Raided and burned every house to the ground Panic broke out as rumous spread Fleeing, thousands were trampled to death Worse still the fate of those left behind No one was left alive All defences had been utterly crushed Wave upon wave, they came from the north to maim, kill and destroy. Weapons of steel worn out From cutting and cleaving, through flesh and bone No quarter given, this nation will burn, boiling in its own decadent fat. Then the horde fell upon the great cathedral Last refuge of leaders and saints Dragged out the front The cardinal begged for his miserable life He knew where others were hidden Thirty lives sold for a silver coin each So they left him alive In vaults underground With thousands of starving rats And the head of his king in his hands Blood, flames, ruins, broken remains The legacy of this marauding force Barbarian Assault! The heavens doth tremble before their might
3.
They all know; A shadow lives out in the woods But not a word is ever spoken thereof T'is; an evil of their own design But denial was a part of a puritan's life, they would lock their doors and pray to their lord Though in the end, it was not him who heard them... Finally one night, the bells tolled doom The witch rose out from her ancient tomb All the villagers shuddered in their guilty sleep Then awoke to the sound of rats in their walls Frightened they huddled together for warmth All the lights were lit, swaying in a strange draft When an eerie change came over their expressions Apprehension, piety, or a dark hint of lust? Then as the light flickered and died They started to turn A wickedness came upon them Gripped by obscene, unspeakable urges Madness took them by the hand and led them to a darker place A wickedness crept upon their homes Yes, a wickedness came upon them A wickedness came upon their souls Slowly a new morning approached In church lay a filthy bloody mass of broken flesh A puritan orgy of perverted sex, torture and death The young, the old, all and one died willingly in raging sadistic ecstasy! It was the coldness of the tomb That had crept through the land The wickedness of the witch A mirror of their sinful hearts The witch saw it all and smiled Then turned away, and walked back to hell
4.
On the floor convulsed by pain Stabbing through his chest His eyes rolled back His tongue is black Pierced by unseen blades In an old house in the swamp Ritual drums resound Needles in clay Again and again The priest cackles loud A man lies dead in his bed In his prime it's fair to say Nothing seems wrong His body was strong And yet he's cold as ice It is the curse of the vodoo priest His evil spells cause evil dreams Against the order of all natural life The body lives when the soul has died Beware the walking dead! Oh when the night is dark And the moon has shed its face The veil of the underworld covers the stars Around you the rusting of leaves can be heard The zombies are out to do their priests command Scared to death the woman cries She met her husband in the night Though six months ago They buried his corpse So to the asylum she goes
5.
Carried forth by a gathering storm Its grace belies a grim resolve Worried eyes watching below The growing form on the horizon Hail Messenger of Doom We who welcome the fall of man salutes you Today the hanged rejoice in his gallows His tongue a blue banner of triumph The days he did not live to see Has fallen under the messenger's wings Hail messenger of doom Disciples of the end time salutes you Hail Doom Hail Spread your wings on winds of death Hail doom hail Onward the messenger flies Their reason had been crippled - by the fear of a fiery hell The universe was treated like their private wishing well So when doom came a'rollin' rollin' - rollin' through their land They rejoice in rapture trusting his coming is at hand That Bastard! To all of those who sit round waiting - for the world to burn Fuck off to the crematory; keep bitching from your urn Whether suicide-emo-misanthrope - or Christian reborn from fear Then I can crank you some metal, and drink up all of your beer You asshole!
6.
Carnage awaits us beyond these hills In fields neath vast citadel walls An army of men, ten thousand strong A broken pile of bodies to be Onward to the bloodfields, men To chaos and conquest and fire The beauty of steel piercing flesh The reason why we ride - yeah! Throwing ourselves into battle Like this day would be our last Our victims are bewildered And scatter before our ranks A sight to please our gods of war The breaking of enemy lines The scores of crows above our heads A grim sign for those about to die Onward to the fields of blood Onward to the fields of myth Thundering hooves mow you down Onward into infamy we ride The horde bringing the hammer down These lands crushed under our heels The house of their god burnt to the ground Their wives to break their backs in our fields Their seed spread before all winds Their legacy sinking into the great unknown I now close upon their king in command The symbol of his empire's splendour & might In the sun, his armour is shining so bright He will not see it set tonight Then after battle, before the fires Our fallen are missed but not mourned Their tales now told in terror In strange and foreign tongues They'll rest in the shadow of trees Grown by their enemies blood And then to the halls of Oden They arrive to resounding horns Hail to their hammerhearts To the blood, fire death in their veins They lived under the sign Brothers, we hail thee
7.
It was in the midst of an autumns decay It had been a your most unkind Crops and cattle rotting in the fields Soon the winter would be upon them Then came the days of the caravan... Out from the great marsh dragging crippled limbs behind No one knew who they were but soon the word got around The caravan comes All must flee while they can The caravan comes Sundered earth left behind Through the land they left a terrible trail a writhing pestilential snake Some say they were quiet as death himself Others say you could hear them chant As one, they all whispered a name Someone would be marked to die People died in the streets in their beds, on their knees in church The land had become a great vast tomb Bodies as far as the eyes could see And relentlessly the caravan marched on and on Now; Of the great empire of the east only rumours remain As for the caravan... ...no one knows its fate.
8.
Whisky Demon 03:11
O banished one, we bow once more before your feet You rose from the woods, of your cold island Now make all and one; serve you as capable slaves Your laugh void of remorse, an old elegy not of this world Thine heart is hard, begging is for naught. And your tale is certain, to be triumphant Master of the sea & the high lands; sparks fly from your eyes This now the last spring; the banks of rivers red with blood You have but to knock; and the doors of heaven flies open Warships have left port & hells engines are burning Smoking fumes and burning fires. This is your age Whisky! Demon!
9.
Hands folded she is dragged through dark corridors in his lair. She was found alone, lost in the night The young girl prays, but knows; where she is; God has no dominion And every room echoes with some ancient horror between her sobs she can hear them still; frightened whispers and phantom screams here can be no rest, even in death Voices never heard, faces never seen They led her to his feet Anguish in her voice, as she cries out "Are you even living men?" Sitting upon the throne of bones, his face reveals nor age or emotion His eyes; as the nightsky with all stars dead Left alone with him, she cannot look away The burning stare, The voice in her head, The fear that slowly fades Her will it dies away She's walking into his embrace From the dungeons, with their unspeakable tools of pain to the tallest spires, chambers filled with vile lore Her screams can be heard for hours The tyrant has had his gruesome thirst stilled Tonight, ungodly voices will reveal more of their secrets to him!
10.
He was born in May, and died the same day Unbaptized This was his sin For this he will be judged She had lost her child, in infants life She took her own This was her sin For this she will be judged He had lost his wife and child Sought refuge in drink & vice To forget for a while Lost unto this world, and his little girl As other men had their way with her This was his sin For this he will be judged The daughter of this man, forever damned She lost her faith This was her sin For this she will be judged They will burn in the fires of hell Such is the law of our father God They had closed their hearts to him Our merciful, loving and just lord Harken! Let no sympathy befall them! Lest you be judged yourself For every tear for a sinner, shed A gateway where Satan can enter your heart You might call his ways mysterious Or even random and cruel You should not fear; it will be all revealed When in time you'll stand before him When in time you'll stand before him In the court of judgement most severe

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released May 1, 2008

Gunnar Hansen - Guitars, bass, vocals, mixing, mastering
Johnny Tombthrasher - Drums

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Faustcoven was formed by Gunnar Hansen in 2002 and have ever since been dedicated to the ways of old. Black Sabbath & Bathory. Horror & riffs from the grave. BLACK DOOM METAL!

“In the Shadow of Doom” was released on Nuclear War Now in August 2018. Thus so far four foul full lengths have seen the light of day, before quickly retreating into the darkness of the crypts from whence they came.
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