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Bands alphabetical country genre Labels alphabetical country Reviews R. Privacy Policy. Buy from Tales, Ale and Fire Lemuria. Songs Lineup Other versions Reviews Additional notes. Gerstenat With Brim-Filled Pints instrumental loading lyrics Mournful Beauty Show lyrics loading lyrics Life on the continent of Mu was further corrupted by aliens and fallen angels with their grotesque genetic miscreations , mocking the Godhead and violating the sacred science of the Mother by engaging men in wars of the gods.
By and by the early rumblings of cataclysm were heard by the inhabitants of Mu. The altars of the most remote colonies were the first to topple. When the last strongholds—the twelve temples surrounding the main temple—were taken over by the Satanists , the momentum of light invoked by the remnant of the faithful was not great enough to hold the balance for the continent.
Thus Mu finally sank by the sheer weight of Darkness that her children had invoked—and which, because their deeds were evil, they had come to love more than the Light.
She went down in a horrendous mass of volcanic fire and exploding lava, and the flame focuses that had sustained a mighty people and a mighty civilization were no more. What had taken hundreds of thousands of years to build up was torn down in a cosmic interval—the achievements of an entire civilization lost in oblivion, the spiritual-material evolution of man stripped from his outer memory! Alas, the torch that had been passed was let fall to the ground. The strategies of the fallen ones, who had worked night and day with a fanatical zeal, were successful in accomplishing their end: the Mother flame was extinguished on the physical plane.
For a time it looked as though the Darkness had completely enveloped the Light. Beholding the defection of the race, cosmic councils voted to dissolve the planet whose people had forsaken their God; and this would have been its fate had Sanat Kumara not interceded, offering to exile himself from Hesperus Venus in order to keep the flame on behalf of mankind and hold the balance of the Light for Terra until such time as mankind should return to the pure and undefiled religion [3] of their ancient forebears.
Although the physical focus of the Mother flame was lost when Mu went down, the feminine ray has been enshrined on the etheric plane by the God and Goddess Meru in their temple at Lake Titicaca. The souls who perished with the Motherland reembodied upon a naked earth. Through disobedience to the laws of God, they forfeited their self-mastery, their right to dominion, and their knowledge of the I AM Presence.
Lovon 5. Thor's Hammer 6. Verdoemenis 7. As I Die Gerstenat The Last Sip 9. Gerstenat With Brim-filled Pints Drenched in blood, so will be our fatherland. In moonlight the battlefield lies beckoning, That raises spirits with sword in hand.
A new day is dawning, a day of reckoning And as the earth began to tremble, as the fights warred a far. So take another cup of ale my friend and listen well Mournful Beauty We steel away into the night, I hope this never ends.
Together dancing, Around the fire, To the sounds of folk, In enticing carousel. So come my beauty. Follow me into the night. Door de bossen van mijn Vlaanderen. Voor altijd een plaats in m'n hart. But why are we here?
In this oppressed land. See the landscape, Once so glorious, Now dominated, By wreaths of smoke. See my house, Built for children and wife. Now totally destroyed, So Come with me, fight with me, Or flee with me to the higher North. Come with me, defend with me, The place where we ever lived. I'm not making plans To give this away This mournful beauty So Your brothers and sisters on the warpath.
Forgiven are all your earthly sins. Make way for honour and valour in your soul. What is this, this run we're on. A race known as the human one. Many have died and many have killed. Innocent blood is remorselessly spilled. Our land is beseeched by conflict. Far in the distance blow the horns of war. Travel beyond the mountains of peril. With faith and courage in your heart. The party is weary.
Long days and nights take their toll. The howling winds are beckoning. The earth trembles beneath their feet. The last sun sets and the fire roars.
A banquet, a feast for all and eye to see. Tonight we pray to all the gods of lore. With open eyes and heart we accept our fate. Drenched in blood, so will be our fatherland.
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