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The Pagan Manifesto

(2014)
TypeStudio Full-length
GenresMelodic Power Metal, Folk Metal
LabelsAFM Records
Album rating :  81.7 / 100
Votes :  9
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The Pagan Manifesto Lyrics

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Submitted by level Sisslith
1. The Manifesto
2. King of the Elves
"The search for your own path may be long and arduous, and might be the hardest journey of all. As in
reality also in our dreams, we walk uneasy steps along dark and perilous ways, searching for the truth.
But a spark at the end of the pathway appears and the old Willow speaks again, for the last time, and at
last it is now time to crown the new Elvenking!"

Listen o ye my old friend
Hear my songs echoing out through the archways of the elms
On the leaves my bare feet tread
I leave a trace of my existence with my bitterness and aims

Surrounded by a cloak of haze
Lacerating and trying to wound my weary flesh and firm belief
Step by step in this dark maze
I try to find a sign that leads me far away from the relief

All the miles to cover
A little closer to the gale
I face this storm crying out my wail

Through perilous, insidious ways
I walk uneasy steps... I'm led by grief
The soil I tread is crumbling
Like shifting sands is eating me away
It's taking me under, no air to breathe, no blood to bleed

Wake the fury, the cry for mercy
Feel the winter's fire
Back to old days where I can recall
My candid unready desires
Abortion, contention, turned to new life and redemption
Carried away by all that's said and done, I'm a teardrop away
from salvation - from my own liberation

Now the time has come, and my path undone
All the boundaries've been broken, chains are dead and gone
Now the time has come, and I am the one
A reign of renewal, carved in my roots
The king of the elves... is back!

One night I heard the owls say:
"Find the truth beneath the stars and travel back to heaths of green"
A memory from long ago
Vague images are floating like a branch I need to cling to

I have been under siege
But overwhelmed my enemies
I'm still alive, prevail the realm

[Guitar solo: Aydan]

Standing by the oak tree, crooked bones all over me
Knock, knock, hear the clock
The spiders now are stitching up
Standing by the ghost tree, lumpy, knotty old tree
Tic, Toc, Tic, Toc
All my time is running out

I yearn for my release, disheartened bars contrived with hurt
A weave of broken dreams is caging me yet I will run away
*Tear it up, tear it up, tear it up*

[Guitar solo: Raphael]

The light of a new day is born
Caressing with its morning breeze
Crimson winds are gone with dawn
With every memory to seize
Stand and hail the sovereign
Dethroned, banished in slavery
Acclaim and revere the new King
Crowned with just own reverie,
Our dream and fantasy

[Acoustic solo: Aydan]

Dreaming away
Find another way to live and
Find another dawn and another place
Dreaming away
Try to be strong within and
Find another path and another road
Dreaming away
Give relief to the scars of yesterday
Washing away
All the blames you have already paid for...

Now the time has come, and I sing my song
...of a small boy chasing daydreams, reaching high above
Now the time has come, and I am the one
The passionate heartbeat and my soul ablaze
I have been crowned...

Abduction, subversion, deep inside, a wild commotion
No more at war with all that's said and done, I have finally
conquered salvation - and my own liberation

Now the time has come, and my path undone...

With tears in my eyes, I now follow my heritage
I have been crowned the new Elvenking
3. Elvenlegions
"The ultimate dedication to all these years of passion and music. The ultimate dedication to our fans. This is our gift to you, dear Elvenlegions."

Born under red skies
Dungeons and darkness
Six bards - one of a kind
Oh - oh
We dance on the witches' night

Music and spirit
For the outcast brotherhood
Six bards - one for all
Oh - oh
The Elven family

Fire, round the flames we dance to our reels
Pronouncing our rites
Legions scream out words of heathenry and magik

We are the Monsters, the Tragedy Poets
Wanderers and we fight back
We're as one with the sky
We are the Pagan Legions, sons of Mother Earth
Back to pagan roots
We light the fires of purity, minority
We are the Elvenlegions on the rise!
Legions on the rise!

Heathenreel and witchcraft
Poems and legends
Six torches warm in the night
We are - we are casting a spell on you

From blood we come
And as stone we cease
The tree of our eternal life
We are - we are the Elven dynasty

Fire, we've been cast in the mouth of fire
Dead fallen heroes
Legions, like a modern Prometheus we rise from the ashes

We are the Monsters, the Tragedy Poets
Wanderers and we fight back
We're as one with the sky
We are the Pagan Legions, sons of Mother Earth
Back to pagan roots
We light the fires of purity, minority
We are the Elvenlegions on the rise!

We are the off-keys, we gather in secret
Dormant apparently, ready to fight.
We're as one with the earth
We are the Pagan Legions, sons of Mother Earth
We have embraced the ways of purity
Summoned the One and mastered the runes.
We are ready to strike!

We are the Monsters, the Tragedy Poets
Wanderers and we fight back
We're as one with the sky
We are the Pagan Legions, sons of Mother Earth
Back to pagan roots
We light the fires of purity, minority
We are the Elvenlegions on the rise!
4. The Druid Ritual of Oak
"A song about the ancient pagan Ritual of oak and mistletoe, seen through the eyes of a child hidden in
the wood. White-clad druids climbing a sacred oak and cutting off the mistletoe, sacrificing two bulls
in the night in front of a ritual fire to cure infertility. And that child witnessing all will never be
the same again."

Autumn has arrived, leaves are gone, the sky's in flames
A crimson red is brushing the valley brightest light
I remember my Novembers, ancient rites throughout the fog
A magic melancholia surrounded all the plains

A manifest of winds, the forces of the Earth
Darkness laid the curtain against the mighty oak
Figures hooded in the shades in front of braziers aflame
My childhood eyes have witnessed the ritual rebirth

A breeze from the sea came like mystery cries
The druids chant a strange lullaby
The sparks from the flames reach the stars in the sky
Are we are ready to die?

Forgive me Father for all that I have sinned,
For all the times I tried to be a follower within
Forgive me Mother, sweet Earth where I have lived
The Beauty I've mantled, the pureness of your kin

We all hail the Moon gathering on its Sixth Day
Turn every barren one fertile as our Mother
With Golden Sickles we raise eyes to the sky and pray
Cure every poison and take care of all our Brothers

Come and dance with us the dances of the witch
I dreamt the white druid's voice whispering the words
The mistletoe, the sickle, the big Valonia Oaks
From that day on my knowledge opened up to a new itch

A breeze from the sea came like mystery cries
The druids chant a strange lullaby
The sparks from the flames reach the stars in the sky
Are we are ready to die?

Forgive me Father for all that I have sinned,
For all the times I tried to be a follower within
Forgive me Mother, sweet Earth where I have lived
The Beauty I've mantled, the pureness of your kin
5. Moonbeam Stone Circle
"Summon the ravens, light the fires, embrace Mother Nature's spirit and sign in the name of Horned One.
This is a journey trough paganism and mysticism, in the deep of ancient forests of England where the
pagan deities live and breathe. In the middle of a circle of stones near the sacred dolmens, we chant
this prayer... an ode to Cernunnos"

The leaves are dancing the autumn waltz
The smell of the coming rain
Delivered by the wind that breathes through the trees

The forest is alive, and slowly comes the night
The branches are following me
In frightening twirls they take me as we fall in the dark

Oh in the name of the burning fire
Oh in the name of the stag and the wolf
here I invoke thee, Guardian of the grove
listen my prayer

Oh in the name of the burning fire

Oh in the name of the yew and oak

here I invoke thee, Goddess of the Moon
listen my prayer

As I call your name the woods are leaving me be
And I find myself right under a moonbeam

By the flames that burneth bright
I commence my rite
I offer thee my sacrifice
The broad white moon slowly climbs and then silently cries

Horn and hoof are the goat-foot god
Come where the dances trod
Moonlit sky, on dusky hill
When the haunted wood is bushed, forgotten and still

CERNUNNOS - FAUNUS - KARNAYNA - KHNUM

In fiery flame by starlight pale
In shadowy host that rides the gale
Thee we invoke, by the moon-led sea
6. The Solitaire
"The terrible fear of not finding what is in your stargazing. The dread of showing who you really are
inside, being aware of all your grey living within yourself. Does the little space between sleep and
awakening, where you can still remember dreaming really exist? The doubt of it all makes you a
'solitaire'. But one day you will find you are not alone and that you never will be."

Backwards, I'm covering miles along
A war I'm battling alone
Against waves during a storm

Against golden oceans of grain
Between the blueballs and the sand
I'm arid and backhand

I feel impurest empty
Forlorn, sharpened tempty
Samaritan where I belong
-I have been crowned grey inside

This Night is neverending
Pitch black, hell descending
Gathering into the abyss
-I am the enslaved solitaire

Midnight, the candle sputters slow
Illuminates my sins and sakes
As the winter leaves its wakes

Starwards, back to back with
My unconcious fear to face the truth
But tonight I'll come for you

At first glance I'll belong to you
At second hand you will taste my irrelevance
At last you will feel my solitude,
And you will walk away...

I feel impurest empty
Forlorn, sharpened tempty
Samaritan where I belong
-I have been crowned grey inside

This Night is neverending
Pitch black, hell descending
Gathering into the abyss
-I am the enslaved solitaire

[Guitar solo: Both, Aydan]

The third is the sympathetic age
And then you will finally have fear
At last you will feel my solitude
And it will be too late...
7. Towards the Shores
"Lost in the sea, shipwrecked in a Dark Ocean of which you cannot see the bottom... you finally find
distant shores on the horizon. And you are a castaway of unknown sands, fearful and alone. Gaze on the
light in her eyes and follow her steps in the new lands; she will guide you throughout your new shores."

I'm following a sputtering spark
Through a curtain of fog
The gale is biting crackling boards
Splashing my self-esteem

I'm trying to read the course on the map
Compass leading astray
I feel I need to find a way
Before being shipwrecked

Come all aboard,
Sighs, thoughts and worries all
On frantic course
I am following the track to windy shores

A song to the wind, an ode to the sea
Chanting snowdrops of soul
Allow me please to be nearer to thee
I'm heading towards the shores

The little flame you're holding up
Is tracking a new path
Little step by little wrath
I am pointing my new way

I'm leaving spoors in the moist sands
Little motives of hope
You can see me as in Dark I grope
Please give me your hand

Entwined and torn
Is the heart of Man who lives
The circle of Life
Is a journey long and unforeseen to new shores

A song to the wind, an ode to the sea
Chanting snowdrops of soul
Allow me please to be nearer to thee
I'm heading towards the shores

A poem to the dawn, a verse to the dusk
A lighthouse drawing the line
Your eyes and your smile have left me unmasked
I'm strolling on new shores
8. Pagan Revolution
'A hymn to all our Pagan brothers and sisters and to everyone who's afraid of showing his/her true self
to the world. This song is about letting yourself go, no matter what other people say. It is dedicated
to the outcast, the ones like us, who are proud of being different and special, for those who stand
against ignorance and moral hypocrisy. This is the Pagan Revolution!"

UNLEASH! UNLEASH! The power that you have inside
UNLEASH! AND JOIN! The pagan revolution

Open your heart to the spirit of the night
Nature's purity your feelings will ignite
The primitive arousal of a better time to come
So let your heart beat to the rhythm of the drums

Sing and dance to the sound of revolution
Come and join this heathendom
Not a rioting song, a public moral execution
Enemies of liberty here we come

Open up your heart to the spirit of the wild
Live your days in wonder as if you were a child
The crackling of the fire, the silence of the night
The wind will whisper words of freedom and delight

Sing and dance to the sound of revolution
Come and join this heathendom
Not a rioting song, a public moral execution
Enemies of liberty here we come

UNLEASH! UNLEASH! The power that you have inside
Let your mind and spirit free
UNLEASH! AND JOIN! The pagan revolution
we are Mother Earth's army, we are proud of who we are

[Guitar solos: Aydan, Raphael]

We endorse your spirituality
We support your self-dedication
Unleash, unleash the power that you have inside
Let your mind and spirit free
Unleash! And join the pagan revolution
We are Mother Earth's army!

UNLEASH! UNLEASH! The power that you have inside
Let your mind and spirit free
UNLEASH! AND JOIN! The pagan revolution
we are Mother Earth's army, we are proud of who we are
9. Grandier's Funeral Pyre
"This is about Urbain Grandier, a man of the church who lived in Loudun, France in the 17th century. He
was doomed to be tortured to death and burnt at the stake after being framed by a false diabolical pact
he was supposed to have sealed with the Devil and his demonic spawn (in the second Chorus you can find
an extract from the original text). In my alternative version of the story, he was a just man and equal
to all: rich, poor, weak or strong. Thus, even being so true to the pure original ideals of
Christianity, he was accused of paganism and witchcraft. His stake wasn't considered an execution place
though but a funeral pyre where all the people devoted to him paid tribute and mourned his passing."

A blissful maid has pierced my heart
She's feasted on my soul
A banquet made of flesh and bone
So I was dethroned
Like kings without shields and swords
Like bards without their chords
Now call the Ravens, light the fire
To rot in hell my curse

Besieged by the flames - By the church declaimed
Unholy will - Pagan I die, as a pagan I lived

The sons of Grandier bade command
Hither to bring all the people from afar
The rich, the poor and the sick were gathered
Countless quite! As the priest was a hero to their eyes
The wood smoke rose black over blaze
And blend was the roar of the fires in the sky
In heavy mood, misery they moaned
As the sky was devoured by the funeral pyre

"Mephistopheles bring wrath
Upon the ones who insult and stain the name of God
with vileness and greed
Upon the ones who torture and their cursed breed"

Before Decay's abismal fingers
Brush against my brow
And sweep the lines where beauty lingers
I will pledge my vow
Of all the villains claimed to live
In chastity and need
"A thousand times into the fire"
The oath I now decree

Besieged by the flames - By the church declaimed
Unholy will - Pagan I die, as a pagan I lived

A false diabolical pact was written
In the name of Grandier and all the spawn of Hell
"The love of women, the flower of virgins
The respect of Kings, honors, lust and charming spells"
"He will join us in our crusade
And sin by sin he'll become the Devil's blade"
In noble mood, dignity he owned
As the sky was devoured by the funeral pyre

[Guitar solo: Raphael]

His eyes were fiery and yet so hollow
Sixteen pints of water he was forced to swallow
But he did not kneel, and vauntingly swore:
"In thy gaze I see the eyes of Satan"

The sons of Grandier bade command
Hither to bring all the people from afar
The rich, the poor and the sick were gathered
Countless quite! As the priest was a hero to their eyes
The wood smoke rose black over blaze
And blend was the roar of the fires in the sky
In heavy mood, misery they moaned
As the sky was devoured by the funeral pyre

Les Démons de Loudun
10. Twilight of Magic
"Do not allow anyone to repress your fantasy or kill your dreams. Keep on dreaming with your eyes and
wint your heart. If you can dream it, you can do it (Walt Disney)."

I remember a time when elves and fairies were alive
I remember a time when magic played a role in life
Concealed from our view, the Trows kind live amidst old trees
But Mankind lost all capacities and will to see

Mari-Morgans, pagan sons and readers of the Runes
Don't forget the way, the left hand path
The roots we are all born

Korrigans and creatures black
The seed of fantasy
We're all travelers and vagabonds
On tracks that can't be seen

Follow me
(For all the times you have stargazed to leave it all)
Come to me
(Against everyone who tried to teach you wrong)

All the times you feel like you have been left abandoned
Beached and stranded
Castaway in this sea
Gaze at the sky
Don't let this feeling die (Keep this thrill alive)
It's not the magic twilight

I remember a time between the stanzas of our rhymes
I remember the youngest hunger with the end in sight
Poured in my arms the will to leave a mark on life
I sought refuge in reigns unreal distand and wide
I'm leaving it all.....!

Mari-Morgans, pagan sons and readers of the Runes
Don't forget the way, the left hand path
The roots we are all born

All the times you feel like you have been left abandoned
Beached and stranded
Castaway in this sea
Gaze at the sky
Don't let this feeling die (Keep this thrill alive)
It's not the magic twilight

[Guitar solos: Aydan, Raphael]

For a single beat of heart
For one tear of joy
I would seduce the Night

For the perfume of the skin
For your company
I would plunge in bitter fires

All the times you feel like you have been left abandoned
Beached and stranded
Castaway in this sea
Gaze at the sky
Don't let this feeling die (Keep this thrill alive)
It's not the magic twilight
11. Black Roses for the Wicked One
"A very personal dark fairytale. Nothing is as it seems, especially when feelings are buried deep under
a thick coat of mistrust. When you think you have the key to someone else's love or respect, you may be
totally wrong, since red roses are fine for most of them but very few know that black roses are more
fitting when trying to conquer the love of the wicked ones."

Like a poisoned apple
A little taste of her is sweet but deadly
Her carriage leaves
Before the midnight hour and then she fades away

A crown of thorns he wears to override
The lightness of their whining
Down to delirium
He finds this way to crawl once every other day

Empty now I feel, even when I should be full of myself
I'm addicted to the misery that rots inside

Scary, cold as the freezing snow, this is how you might consider me
So open up your heart and come to the other side
Bring black roses for the wicked one

He can dominate the pain
As she ravages his love with sorrow
Midian is where they'll spend their quarantine
Among the other freaks

Empty now I feel, even when I should be full of myself
I'm addicted to the misery that rots inside

Scary, cold as the freezing snow, this is how you might consider me
So open up your heart and come to the other side
Bring black roses for the wicked one
I wasn't made for loving you, 'cause I belong to this stormy night
Of laudanum, of sulphur, blood and a touch of death
Bring black roses for the wicked one

Don't waste away all your sympathy
On a fallen soul like me
There are not such things as miracles
Pain will always stand by me

Someday someway you will get to see
There's no haughtiness in me
No redemption and no deliverance
So get the hell away from me

[Guitar solo: Raphael]

Scary, cold as the freezing snow, this is how you might consider me
So open up your heart and come to the other side
Bring black roses for the wicked one
12. Witches Gather
"It is my ultimate tribute to all the free women fallen under the hammer of human ignorance. Most of us
link witches to the classic image aroused by literature and later on by cinematography (like in
W.Shakespeare's Macbeth for example): of ugly old women in league with the devil, who make evil potions,
eat babies and God knows what else. In truth they were all just normal individuals who dared to think
differently or tried to set themselves free from the binds of moral or religious narrow-minded thinking,
or were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. This is for all of them, may their souls rest in
peace."

Incubus, Succubus
Quaestio de Strigibus

- QUAESTIO PRIMA -
Wandering back, back in time oh what have you learnt?
Of all the blood that was spilled, of all the witches burnt
Filth and greed, vicious deeds, the holy rise and fall
Killing in the name of the one who died for you all
Centuries, centuries the wait has been so long
Now you would expect intolerance to be gone
Still the one who yearn for a sigh of relief to come
Are seen as outcast sinners, blasphemous unholy scum

Thirteen souls, the witches of the coven
Hiding in the shadows of the night
Blessed be their wombs, without which we would not be
Born in freedom, bred to heal the world

- QUAESTIO SECUNDA -
Set to burn at the stake. The heartless witches' bane
Sisters of free spirit, cursed to die in vain
Hammer crushed, blood gushed, skin was ripped apart
Devilmen and church-beasts, butchers of the magical arts
Nightshade cloves, hemlock groves, the cauldron starts to boil
One-Two double trouble, One-Two double toil
Wool of bat, owl's claw, of wolf the tooth, the gulf and maw
The lived as living scarecrows, and that's all what we recall

Uncluoded souls, the witches of the coven
Dancing naked, on the Sabbat Night
Blessed be their hearts, without which we would not love
Born in freedom, bred to heal the world

- QUAESTIO TERTIA -
On a broomstick they fly before sunrise
Persecuted, with fear hunted down
On a broomstick they run away from their homes - their own homes
Fly away from this natural born chaos
To a hidden place for the weak and diverse
I watch them with pity. In the darkness
See the fire that burns away
See. It slowly fades away
Breathing in darkness, walking in darkness
We won't be living another day

- CANTICUM -
The witches still gather round a circle of fire
Together side by side, under the starlit sky
The witches will gather and their spirits will fly
Together side by side, in the middle of the night

- QUAESTIO QUARTA -
I ride! I ride with them in a circle of fire
Beyond... Save me, save me!
What's bad to all of you is good, so good to a little few
Watch out 'cause the are going to burn you, burn in hell!

- ACCUSATIO -
CARMAN - white queen of evil
DUB - the darkness
DOTHER - black daughter of evil
DIAN - the violence

- QUAESTIO QUINTA -
The sea of blood is running
All the pain of the innocent will remain
The moon high above is watching and praying and showing her love
Like a star deep in the night, she'll start to shiver and will look so bright

[Guitar solo: Aydan]

- CONCLUSIO -
And the day will fade like a stream that is dying,
There won't be any circle, nor magical rites... no more
We tried to come, we tried to show you the goodness of the stars
...of the moon, but you failed miserably And we paid... we paid...
We paid...
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