Heresy

[From the 11th to the 13th century a particular religious sect was allowed to grow in the Languedoc region of France. Called Catharism this dualist thinking religion flourished, not only with the poor but also people like the Counts of Toulouse and the great Esclarmonte of Foix. In the early part of the 13th century the Pope petitioned the king to form. a crusade and vanquish the heretics. This petitioning finally led to the Albigensian Crusade. A force of Knights and Mercenaries besieged the Cathars and in a massive pyre at Montsegur massacred some 200 of them virtually eliminating Catharism in Southern France].

Crusaders Revenge

[The massed attack and slaughter of the people and city of Beziers because the residents of that city killed a few of the crusaders]. . To Beziers city.

Castle In The Wind

700 Years On

[How the events of the 13th century are remembered today, and does it really have any boaring on today's society]. . A country splintered by religion.

Witch Hunt

The night is black, without a moon. The air is thick, and still. The vigilantes gather on. The lonely torchlit hill. . Features distorted in the flickering light.

When The Storm Comes Down

Behold, the sky is falling down. As twilight descends. Shattered rays still filter through. As the veil of darkness unfolds. . In rapture I see all grace is gone.

The Shadow

Every night I feel it behind me. Every night I sense its presence. Every night it's haunting me. As ominious as my dyed counscience. . Every night it turns every dream.

Terra Mater

Spring... Writhe. Autumn... Rise. Twilight... Begin. Decay... Thus bring. . Disharmony their son. The blackening of the sun. Betrayal begun. Disoriented creed, all past begone.

Sleep

Light is dim. In fact, it is naught. Spring went into summer,. Yet summer stepped aside. As autumn took its place. Then autumn died. And winter came to stay.

Shapeless

To feel a bleeding soul; Agony of the mind. The bliss of torment echoes through my brain. Such waste; A loss of will. Echoes through lost time. . I curse life, for which I hunger.

Journey's End

It's wonderful; Darkness is my bride. This shrine overwhelms me. As I become one with my own fate. . Through the inverted land I journey. Where the seas of joy fall.

Inner Chanting

O' dreamy whisperer, o' serene wind. Traverse through me and bring close to my kin. Into the tree so the mountain may sing. Ashes are flowers, my fountain to spring.

Half

I died mentally but my body lives on. Half a life I lead as I linger on. Sorrow I breed and sorrow I feed. Half a death I suffer as I try to withdraw.

Follow Me

Then let you found, without a price. And be defined, surrender. No comfort time, no sleep aside. Until I find your answer. . I can't understand who you are and you dare.

Come Winter

...The soughing of the wind. The thunder of the avalanches. The roar of the waterfalls. The howling of the wolves.... . Come winter, cold and frosty. Hold me firmly in your vice.

Best Regards (astral Version)

As I lie here, knowing I will. (never) Get away from here. (alive) Through death. No one can do anything but to wait. As I slowly wither from within. .

Best Regards

As I lie here, knowing I will. (never) Get away from here. (alive) Through death. No one can do anything but to wait. As I slowly wither from within. .

Agonized

A vision through a moonstill water. The story of a long lost child. Inside this gruesome blackness. This massive hole of emptiness. . From the ever he could touch the sky.

Why

[Christ]. . Night and day go round. And weaves a spell of lies and greed. The mask of grey forms silently.... It hides away your face in vain. The sunset fades with all the memories.

Spectastral