Rakoth - Tiny Deaths

Artist: Rakoth
Release: Tiny Deaths


1. Intro

[Instrumental]

2. Planekeep - The Crypt

In the land of the dead shall thee travel
An isle of ghosts and demons…
For as thy knowledge be rooted in history past
Thy thoughts shall be but echoes from the crypts of the lost and the dead

They that stare blindly into the hall of the past shall see not
While he that stands aloof and notes carefully shall find the secrets
Which lie nestled along our skirting waters
To embrace the dead as truth is to dwell in darkened crypts
To cast thine eyes upon the radiant sun
Let this be thy truth…

Thus may one escape the crypt, and depart the island cube
Thus may one escape the past and depart the island mind
In the midst of ruin and misery shalt thy fate lie
For thou hast chosen it for thyself this way
Thy kin is never innocent

They said only feeble fragment of truth
They knew thou art not of thy kin, thou art not of any kin
In the Valley of the Doomed shall thee wander
A meadow of shattered bones and shredded flesh
For as thy eyes are shut willingly, no ray of reason shall pass to enlighten thee

So thou couldst rise above the blinding mist and ascend to the Cosmic Circle
Lurk in twilight grey soft and warm, safe and silent
Raise not thy sight, calm thyself and live in peace, calm thy soul
Live long and prosper
Calm thyself and live in peace, calm thy mind and lay thyself to sleep

Armies of raised spirits march forth
The sea of the undead is growing
Hazing thy sight and guarding thy Nemesis delight
To be blindfold…

Leeches of thy mind leave the spellweb that binds thee to the mire of sweet memories
Safer than mother’s womb
Why look ahead and see only sorrow and pain, why lost thy faith in past?
Awake

Thou shalt stay with us, the crypt awaits thy return
Cantors praise thy rest
In the midst of ruin and misery shalt thy fate lie
For thou hast chosen it for thyself this way
Thou art of thy undead kin
March with the army, stay with thy ghosts

3. Fevered

[Instrumental]

4. Dawn

At dawn
As the silence betrays
We’re afraid of our fear…
We sway and suddenly once again
Strangely we regret…

The visions fevered, exotic sorrows
Restrained obsessions all come to life
When the asphyxiating freezing light grows midwide
And steals the last resort for maggots of the sane

Now we’re silently defending our world
And fragile veils of dark to keep us safe

We stray in search of false, diminished master
Blindfold ourselves to see the most
And so we fail drowning deep in faint lies
The maze we’ve seen before

Mind pulse blown away with the wake souls
Innards ripped out, steaming
Stinking with the dark bluish mist
Unveiled mystery of life and death…
Go fuck your own pride
Worm and rot on

Can’t survive the sunrise
Can’t keep your poor sanity
You now have the box open
See all your fears and pains and whatever loose
Haunting you, chasing you, preying you until the next sunset
Do you really hope to get to it alive?

Crawl, whine and writhe with cut off mental strains
Now crawl!
Breeding scorn that falls upon your filthy dying realms
Within your sick imagination’s womb
Begotten well-constructed thoughts
Now clearly reveal chaotic fault you knew as life

Dawn!
The chrysalis is broken
Dissolved in acrid breath of sun
Dawn now!
We silently surrender our fight
And fragile veils of dark would never keep us safe

5. Trust This

Do you trust me?
Trust this…

6. Edge

Like serpents entangled in faint starlight
Black seals entwined in crystal gleam
Dark shapes enframed in a myriad of suns
The infinity ends

The past plains of snow, the visions of frozen landscapes
Flow silent yet charming sights of pale serenity

You’ve chosen the way
Where patterns of frost lead you astray to the glacial crypt of thoughts
Aside and away from inner space
You roam afar from sanctuary of morbid self
Beyond the reason locked in a rotten shell
While lost in everlasting sleep
The path that you walk so gracefully
Paved with icy thorns, led you to the realm forlorn

You’ve chosen the way
Where patterns of frost lead you astray to the glacial crypt of thoughts

To knowledge that made illusion of your existence fade
Never to return

7. Horizon

И тут мы увидели целую флотилию маленьких лодочек, плывущих в море
Легкие, как бабочки, скользили они по собственному отражению в воде
В лодках тесно прижавшись друг к другу молча сидели какие-то серовато-белые существа
Их было очень много и они неотрывно глядели в море…
‘Хаттифнаты,’ произнес Фергюсон, ‘плывут с помощью электричества’
‘Хаттифнаты?’ взволнованно прошептал я, ‘те, что только и знают – плыть да плыть и никогда никуда не приплывают’

‘Они заряжаются во время грозы,’ сказал Фергюсон, ‘Жгут, как крапива’
И еще они ведут порочный образ жизни
‘Порочный образ жизни?’ заинтересовавшись спросил я, А что это значит?
‘Точно не знаю, наверное топчут чужие огороды и пьют пиво…’
Мы долго глядели на хаттифнатов, уплывающих навстречу бесконечному горизонту
И у меня зародилось странное желание последовать за ними в их тайное путешествие и тоже вести порочный образ жизни
Но я ничего об этом не сказал
Ну а завтра мы выйдем в открытое море?

8. Vicious Life

Disappearing in your fears…
Disappearing in your eyes
Why?
Why?
What is it?

9. June 3

[Instrumental]

10. Just Another Lament

Raven the Wise, shed your lore onto me
How can I hold my beloved?
The abyss between us, the bottomless sea too wide to fly over
She is mortal…

Silvery crowns of the frostbitten trees
Sunlight so bright yet so cold
Ravens above me descend
Heed my pleas, carry my cry to the gods to let her live…

War and disaster, they took her away
Dismal is garden of light chaos
And emptiness led me astray
Helpless emotions yet so strong…

Cursed be the life with a heart full of gloom
Cursed be the laws of this world
Cursed be the curse, my sinister doom

The ages without her…
What is it all for?
Carry my lament all over the plains
Over the white sylvan realms
Use all magic of elven domains to keep us together in this existence…

Raven the Wise shed your lore onto me
How can I hold my bethrothed?
The abyss between us
And so let it be, I shall follow her to the after-realm

11. Tiny Deaths

I leave grey ashes covering my sight, self-sentenced to exist
Atrocity of silence preys worst, yet silence I crave

Leprous vultures feast upon my bones
Dancing round and round my plagued still writhing corpse
Wraths arise to guide my steps beyond arousing memories
Buried deep, I thought, buried deep

Burnt my cage with lies, searching the dream to find a cure
Crust of scorn upon my rusted empty shell

Playing life, twisted sorry masquerade
Poisoned, granted tiny deaths to celebrate

Great… I have lost my worlds, my universe I built in tears and blood
Caught in childish snare, in hollow abyss, hand-made for me alone
Why, what a pity word regrets sorrow
Just shallow symbols lost in pain, lost in vain
Lost the game of fear that binds me to this self

Crawling to feel the sky below again, I shall inhale an emptiness
But the healing for dire wounds of my sanity
Out of reach of my morbid being