Discipline and Terror (The Timeless Praxes of the Drakon Covenant)

by Goatchrist

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released November 21, 2016

Dominator - Music, Composition, Lyrics
Invoker - Vocals

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Track Name: Enter Morain
Enter Morain,
Herald the dawn of an age,
And purify with truest words,
The venomous thesis of the mage.
Enter Morain,
Reveal the knowledge that lurks within pain.

Bring forth the day,
When Zion has suffered its ways,
And thus, finally shatter the chains,
That plague the mind, maintaining slaves.
Enter Morain,
Now secrets abound; their keepers are slain.

Sever the heads of those who refuse to obey,
The teachings of the Sevenfold Way.

Feed upon the impure,
Their weakness serves as our lure,
Pierced: their blood centres shrivel and die,
As tendrils extract the acausal life.
Shriek as flames engulf your mind,
And spectres dance before your eyes,
You shall find that which you seek,
Discrepancies between strong and weak.

Converge now upon this place,
O Draugr, great and old,
With no body, nor a face,
Just hunger in their soul.
Meld now with the causal plane,
Become He, known by many names,
Spawn of the pool beneath the moon,
Which ever-slowly starts to wane.

Terror forms and pierces thoughts:
From formless to those they once sought,
And so the feeding doth take place,
As tendrils stretch through time and space.
Awaken now your centres, see
The everlong acausal leeches,
As they feed, and they breed
Within your mind to see you bleed.

I behold, the great Morain in sight,
Who stands beside aeonic might,

Feed upon the impure,
Their weakness serves as our lure,
Pierced: their blood centres shrivel and die,
As tendrils extract the acausal life.
Shriek as flames engulf your mind,
And spectres dance before your eyes,
You shall find that which you seek,
Discrepancies between strong and weak.
Track Name: The Burning of Jerusalem
Black flames engulf the sky,
Words resonate below:
The feeble pleas of those who died.

An angel came this way,
Her metal shell glowed green,
And her blast vapourized those she dismayed.

Now burn, Jerusalem.
For your reign has been broken,
By the sword of Western might
Know that we, your enemy,
Gift this blaze to thee,
So ye may bathe beneath it's radiant light.

Israel falls!
Come ye gentiles and rejoice,
Upon this most joyous day.
Honor reforms,
With nations' sovereignties
And liberties;
Now the false gods are slain.

Fly our banner high;
A symbol of Drakonic might.
With victory in sight,
The Mage shall die upon this night.
Blessed but by the light,
We strive to end their ways,
And we shall win the fight
At Dies Irae.

Sever their heads and tear out their eyes.
Open them so all may see through their guise.
We call upon the Sun:
Karu Samsu
Agios O Shugara
Grant eyes that see from afar,
So that we may,
Clearly pave the way.
Breach the void and sink the mind,
Then burn the temples you shall find,
We call the mighty Sun:
Karu Samsu.

We feed now
Through the astral,
On the remains
Of the Mage.
We leech from his
Dying frame, the
Intercausal
Might.
Track Name: The Shadow of Malintent
Meditating, now alone;
A tetrahedron firmly
placed into the earth
beside you.
You have wandered far from home,
Aching to complete
the pathway you since promised
to pursue.

The darkness is coming
And I too there dwell:
Older than day or night,
With fury that none may quell.
Sever your causal ties.
And lift your head to meet
with my gaze; then in a daze
See your ego's defeat.

Spread your many limbs
Noctulius, as you grace these
woods this night.
Seethe with purpose.
Bathe this place with
Infernal light.
Incite within me - pure -
The very feeling
of despair
So I may reawaken, whole,
As the fabric of causality
tears

Opening fearful eyes,
Caught are but glances,
Causal fields sundered; His
Nexion advances.
Now this grove sings with the
Song of sheer fright as
Noctulius is presenced on this
Fullmoon night.

Seared - the nerves in the brain start to wither;
The mind is compelled as your legs take you thither-
A now-vilely lit clearing which serves as the altar,
Your eyes comprehend but your senses - they falter.
Now buckle beneath the great weight of your sins,
Draw the black archetype of Noctulius within,
Be possessed by the willpower to break causal chains-
Lest on this night you feel innermost pain.
Fall to your knees as the image takes hold:
The shape of a bull with the will of the Bold.
Gasp now for breath with the shock of the sight
And behold the air dissipate; gone from the night.
Hark as the forest itself whimpers now,
Its trees are obscured; all but shadowed by clouds,
Then breathe sweet relief as the rain hits the ground,
As the vision has vanished now with not a sound.


I call the unknown
From it's formless throne
To ever-mold ego; thoughtless; and self.
I have seen the way
My thoughts doth enrage
Bittersweet are visions; rage never quelled.

When I awoke, laid by the trees
A zephyr blew; a cooling breeze.
The night was fair, but cruelly long.
By break of dawn, I was long gone.

I dwelled on what I had seen
A vision gifted in a dream
The archetype was safe within
The frame of a Noctulian