The Elatha Ancestry

by Gealach

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Cailleach 07:10
Hallucianic stroll Suddenly natures cloak dismissed Arrive upon this vile summit This portent rock is the hag's chair A waxen moon illuminates my path Screeches cry out the deafening winds Forced into mystic paralysis The veil of the crone expelled My lucid excursion has turned damned The phantom of the scarp exists Spread upon a table of rock To be raped of limbs Spurting blood like sacred words The veiled one commences this carnal sermon A diminished hex The path reset Ecstatic pain Entrails dress the trees Lapis per mortem
Verminsfog 05:00
The vicious and adjacent hounds Will rape this isle so fierce Perverting all the kindred soil Choking the primitive prey My eyes are at the mercy of a fog My lungs are strangled by teeth Raptured by a deadly mist A great miasma has come Skirmish! Hold! Thy hour! Is nigh! Overburden by a force unmatched This infectious air will strike The poems of our past and honour Taken by the verminsfog A virulent hammer will crush Ripping the skin from bone A pestilent blade unsheathed Ready to cut my native tongue Mystics! Now guide! Reclaim! This land! A wasteland to be My land is diseased Helpless is my flesh Forgotten is my name This iron rips through The last song of Ériu The bastard foe bring rotten spawn Mongrels that came from a putrid nest Witness the ancient candle swell Heaving the dead into hellbound pits The rats have dismantled the walls of Íweriú Regrant is not survival Our existence as true as it was Falls to the venomous smoke The vermin nebula secures Another hollow servant
I awaken From these charred remains Hidden was my body In this field of divinations I hold my scrying black mirror to the sun Iliac passions in the mental void My realm has been abandoned Abound in heresy Absent of a keen eye I bind you My thrall in this mystical search I hold my scrying black mirror to the sun And the black moon enlarges Like a sacred eye uncovered And suddenly I feel empty His will is yours Reveal yourself His will is mine Reveal yourself to me Hypnosis in the fields Insanity in the void Feral nature defined In pitch black eyes And I shall become it I shall consume my ill fate And you will bury it In the deepest realms of this void It’s found in mystics lore We have reached the lowest point And the highest chasm
Strike! Rotting corpse-scented fields of terror I'll suffer here tonight A slave to the venomous vessels of plight My mouth is broken to the bone Carnelian mirth my wounds afford To gorge on ossein bile Is the cost for pathetic human swine My eyes are filled with a poisonous rigor All tendons collapse at the scent of thee brute Placed in the hearth, a marble fountain Spurting the sacred broth My senses regained at the thirty third level Of a mire lacquered in stygian vomit And so I have found the path of teeth Exhausted from defeat My limbs attempt a strike Inevitable ache and torture Tormented and felled by evil Now I must wait till the blood Departs my fucking tonsured skull In this mire I will lay Amongst the cretin it has slain As bravery is withdrawn I won't last the night Stern will be it's progress It conquers every fight Fight till the death Sparring nails Broken limbs, torn entrails I withhold the secrets of death Callous is my last breath Swollen cavernous cadaver The apex of our entire existence This lunar mire is pandemonium Where knights of vanity will perish In this mire where all vanity must perish
Elatha! The literate demon With jaws like wings I am the God! Whose fangs inherit her veins Elatha! The knight of the moon With teeth like spears Who guards this divine soil There is a place beyond our time A land of eternal night Like hounds gather to vomit The fool returns to his own vice Flattered by hopes of tomorrow With knowledge ingrained in steel Our souls projected from truth A veil lifted, an island eclipsed Ancients! Scour these sanguine skies Chieftains! Command the arms of Hy-Braesil Ancients! Guard the banks of the lunar emperor Mystics! The land of mist is ours to burn Let the frightened run like water Withered under hoof Like drowning molluscs A miscarriage that never sees the sun Ancients! Scour these sanguine skies Chieftains! Command the arms of Hy-Braesil Ancients! Guard the banks of the lunar emperor Mystics! The land of mist is ours to burn Sail to us now Sail to me now Truly there is an almighty of bones This insular hex commences Ascending to the phantom island Strike down the angels of light Men of stone will fight Men of stone serve the night Fear the terror of the night Lunar arrows rain upon the false Prowling in shadows and bone A second moon has risen Prepare for eternal night
Ex oriente luna Invert the flame or carry a cross The totality of choice Cry out for absurd service Or screech with the horns of war Genuflect to them To which your blood is aligned Starving hounds lust for flesh In the fury of this midnight excursion An ode to the almighty's throne Cleanse the bow of the father To garrote the bastard son Carve out these barbaric scenes Holiest symbol of utmost anguish The warriors await For malicious orders Roared from the towers of Magh Tuireadh Powers surge so diabolical The Crescent One draped in velvet Awaits the news of the assault Court magick is prescribed to those Of the Elatha ancestry The Miltonic Prince of darkness With hair of gold I kneel The mooncult worships at the feet of the father of night With an incandescent torc upon his arm We create our own sun with bonfire light And the crown of jagged blades pierce the sky Henceforth! I witness my people's fury War cries! Empties the lungs of his hordes Henceforth! I declare all land eclipsed by death Moon cults! Roam the surface of the Earth The power of the Moon draws forth As taken were we from Lycan aggressors rise to power As taken were we from the night


released September 24, 2021

All music by Gealach.
All lyrics by Draighean.

Draighean - Vocals, bass guitar, rhythm & lead guitars, keyboards, bouzouki, percussion
Geimhreadh - Rhythm & lead guitars, acoustic guitars
Nathair - Drums

Additional bones, percussion and vocals by Liam Hughes.
Recorded and mixed by D. O'Mahony.
Mastered by Tom Dring of Vagrant Recordings.
Artwork by G. O'Callaghan.
Layout by D. O'Mahony.
With thanks to Tomás O'Brien and Michael Dwyer.


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Lunar demonism and moon worshipping terror.


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