Underworld
Tranquillity ... How necessary, how boring it can be. The liquid void has no ears to receive the consolation of the surface. [AN IGNORANT:] "MAYBE IT'S BETTER THAT WAY. WHAT DOESN'T TOUCH DOESN'T HURT." The innocence of a swan gliding on a desolate lake can't be sensed and therefore can't bring jealousy. Entire worlds full of wonder and banished to rest only in few visionary minds, haunting them with their glowing beauty. Fortunately, there are always those with the forked tongue to bring the borders closer. But there are also tribes of inferior beings, beings so proudly inferior necessary to give worth to the higher. But not without cost... They liberate ordeals. Their negative thought is the fungus, the grim vestment of the relic. [THE LEADER:] THE ERODING FRANKINCENCE OF MARASMOUS CAN BECOME UNTOLERABLE. The region is warm like a blanket but narrow as a coffin, an UNDERWORLD. Fortunately, there are always those with the forked tongue to bring the borders closer...
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 18, 2026
Our patience has been dried away since a long time... And the thirst, the need to unfold desire, Transforming it into a touchable object. How bitter was the taste of emptiness in our illformed mouths but it was natural as our ideas was based on wishes younger, Weed as fruits at first. [A SCHOLAR:] "YOUR FATHERS KNEW THESE WORLDS BY HEART EVEN THOSE THAT NEVER EVER CROSSED THE EERIE SIDE." We came to see the upper world. Where colours dance and the air moves bright We came to see... As a cat with her claws extended orchestrates a merciless grasp, weapons move damn swiftly in an attacking stance, ready to cut through and open doors grimson. [A SCHOLAR:] "YOUR FATHERS KNEW THESE WORLDS BY HEART EVEN THOSE THAT NEVER EVER CROSSED THE EERIE SIDE." [DIVINE MOTHER:] "LET ME HEAL YOUR WOUNDS WITH MINE NOW THAT YOU HAVE DECEIVED THE NIGHT." [THE LEADER:] "REST ASSURED THAT NONE OF US WILL EVER LOSE THE WAY TO YOU. THESE STAINS ARE ALSO TRACES AND THEY CLEAN CONSCIENCE AS IT IS THEIR DUTY TO DO SO. THE ORDER WAS STRICT CONQUER OR BE CONQUERED." Our patience has been dried away since a long time... And the thirst, the need to unfold desire, Transforming it into a touchable object. [THE LEADER:] HOLD NO MORE YOUR HORSES LET THEM RUN LIKE LAVA MELTING STONE AND GRANITE IN HOLLOW CAVES. Raging victory acts as shepherd leading the way
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 18, 2026
[Spoken:] A millenium passed away, small forests became jungles, mountains were devoured from sand violently exiled from vast deserts with the help of hands made from storms. It was as if someone wanted to erase the traces. The triumphant laughs of liberation are forgotten. The world that once seemed new and vibrant turned pale and old. Why? Maybe because of the strange inhabitants were to eager to forget the path that led them through. In their journey they were leaving behind not only spoken; not only part of their body but also part of their mind. And they became so tired, all they demanded was to rest. It wasn't difficult. There was not any apparent changes. So a strange kind of sleep. Fell among the lot The more they cultivated this habbit. To seek in the deep matters of Lethargy. The more their environment changed. It was a curious transformation. It was as if someone wanted to erase the traces However there is one trace that will ever remain. Week as a whisper it can reopen the way. Just listen Your Fathers knew these words by heart even those that never crossed, the eerie side.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 18, 2026
[A hooded one:]"We are passing now to phase VI. The sequence is complete." Cendor looked at the screen making a strange grimace as he pushed the button. [Cendor:]"Farewell my friends. Your path is cleared now". [Mayon O:]"At last we can move"! [Gaia:]"This planet seems so wild and primitive. I suspect life has already manifested here, before us. I wonder how we are going to appear in the optic sensors of a creature from this place"? [Cendor thought:]"Soon Mayon O and Gaia will realize that we won't bring them back, at least as soon as they were expecting to. Maybe they will think that we had a problem on the laboratory. Anyway, they won't remain alone. Soon millions will follow, to keep company to the frozen stars while a new Ahrem will be rebuilt from its ashes"... Chris Antoniou (Samplers)Natalie Rassoulis (Vocals)Spiros Antoniou (Vocals)Sotiris Vayenas (Vocals)Chaostar recorded and mixed at Praxis studio.Sound Engineer Lambros SfurisProduced by Lambros Sfuris and Christos AntoniouViolin sections on The Electric Storms Of Thoughts recordedin "Vestry Halls" studios in London,Engineered by Ian Hodge and performed by Michael PapadopoulosMastered by Bruno "the wizard" Cruel at Top Master (France)Executive Producer: Holy RecordsArtwork and layout by SET (Spiros Antoniou)Photos by TsiapasMusic composed and Orchestrated by Christos AntoniouLyrics by Sotiris VayenasLatin texts taken by Requiem Mass (Dies Irae, Confutatis, Liber Scriptus)all the other Latin texts by Christos Antoniou Submits, comments, corrections are welcomed at webmaster@darklyrics.com CHAOSTAR LYRICS
Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 18, 2026
Instrumental
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 18, 2026
Winds listen to me And carry my voice as far as there are ears to hear Clouds lift my spirit to the open doors of heaven Eleven times the earth has offered a ring to her beloved since the day I reached this lonely place. Now I am Misery's King These rocks became my Palace I am King without one subject Hallucination is my faithful servant When I feel sad I am dancing with my thoughts I tried to lock inside me Something young, Something vivid But in vain. Now I'm Misery's King
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025
Instrumental
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 18, 2026
The book before them Where all records have been written When Creation comes in Trial Then the Gods will sit in Judgement Canticles as hope Do not forsake me Seeking me through vast afflicted To redeem me, by the passion. Canticles as hope This is my prayer to you, like the deer that yearns for running streams My soul is yearning Where can I see the face of you? Canticles as hope Do not forsake me Seeking me through vast afflicted To redeem me, by the passion. Let such a labor not to be useless by the Judge. Canticles as hope
Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025
Mouldbreath from Dirty Granny Tales Oblivion Realm is fading in the grave Death! Always be mine Is seeking for peace Terms of mind no longer exist Deamonic celebraton Death! Always be mine
Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025
Ethereal Dome: Time was running out, and the people knew it. The ethereal dome was not visible anymore. The Trip is not so Long: In a deserted dirty station. A passenger is in wait. He has a ticket for the last train. The trip is not so long. A dance on the edge of a bridge that was left uncompleted. An old brown hat upon his head fails to block the liar sun. His cloth is the yellow dust, he looks so tired. The trip is not so long. A dance on the edge of a bridge that was left uncompleted. His life, his memories will be left back. Nothing to carry on this journey. There are no luggages aside him. The train has arrived as a shadow at night And its whistle is giving the signal.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025