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The Conqueror Worm

by NimphaioN

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Lo! It is a gala night Within the latter years! An angel throng, bewinged, bedight In veils, and drowned in tears, Sit in a theatre, to see A play of hopes and fears, While the orchestra breathes roughly The music of the spheres Mimes, in the form of God on high, Mutter and mumble low, And hither, oh and thither fly — Mere puppets they, who come and go At bidding of vast formless things That shift the scenery to-fro, Flapping from out their Condor wings Invisible, Oh Woe! That motley drama! — oh, be sure It shall not be forgot! With its Phantom chased for ever more, By a crowd seize it not Salve Deus Magnus Vermis! Devoratrix nostrum cordis! Nos quaerere nam permis Ut sint servitori vobis! Through a circle that ever returneth Into the self-same spot, And much of Madness, and more of Sin And Horror the soul of plot But see, amid the mimic rout, A crawling shape intrude! A blood-red thing that writhes from out The scenic solitude! It writhes!—it writhes!—with mortal pangs The mimes become its food, And angels sob at vermin fangs In human gore imbued Nos - filii ex libero Et numquid universali, Quid facere quod anima Regendisque ex stellis, Et… Gloria terrena dulcis Vermis-victum dedit nos Gloria amore fetus luce et tenebris, oh! Worm in fiery crown Rules this world of light Kiss His knees and vow Glorify His might! Out are the lights — out all! And o'er each quivering form, The curtain, a funeral pall, Comes down with the rush of a storm! And the angels, all pallid and wan, Uprising, unveiling, affirm That the play is the tragedy "Man", And its hero the Conqueror Worm And the demons, all ruby and fanned They abandon, condemn, disaffirm That their play is the comedy "Man" And its king is the Conqueror Worm!
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Ah, broken is the golden bowl! The spirit flown forever! Let the bell toll! - a saintly soul floats on Stygian river; And, Guy de Vere, hast thou no tear? – weep now or nevermore! See! On yon drear and rigid bier low lies thy love, Lenore! Come! Let the burial rite be read- the funeral song be sung!- An anthem for the queenliest dead that ever died so young- A dirge for her the doubly dead in that she died so young A wistful song of lovers fed with blood from necks that hung! My lovely nymph that shone like star fell on the earth with pun And my salt tears run like river, and darkened beaming God of Light and Sun CHORUS: Peccavimus; but rave not thus! And let a Sabbath song Go up to God so solemnly the dead may feel no wrong The sweet Lenore hath "gone before," with Hope, that flew beside, Leaving thee wild for the child that should have been thy bride For her, the fair and debonair, that now so lowly lies, The life upon her yellow hair but not within her eyes The life still there, upon her hair - the death upon her eyes… The death still there, upon her wear – and eyes are full of cries! "Wretches! Ye loved her for her wealth and hated for her pride, And when she fell in feeble health, ye bless’d her- that she died! How shall the ritual, be read? – the requiem be sung For everlasting martyrdom the sins were madly done And hellish bells around your soul forevermore had rung! CHORUS "Avaunt! avaunt! From fiends below, the irate ghost is riven - From grief and groan, to golden throne, beside the King of Heaven! From Hell unto a high estate far up within the Well - From good and laugh, to skull-clad throne, beside the King of Hell!” Let no bell toll, then - lest her soul, amid its hallowed mirth, Should catch the note as it doth float up from the damned Earth! And I! - to-night my heart is light! - no dirge will I upraise, But waft the angel on her flight with Paean of old days! CHORUS Let no bell toll, then - lest her soul, amid its hallowed mirth, Should catch the note as it doth float up from the damned Earth!

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THE CONQUEROR WORM (Single)

Music by V. Malyshev
Verses by E.A. Poe & D. Grail
Recorded, mixed and mastered by Vadim Malyshev (Shuya, Russia, 2016-2017)

Released January 29, 2017

Lineup:
Demether Grail - vocals
Vadim Malyshev - guitars, keyboards
Ilya Evstigneyev - bass
Alexandr Pozhivilko - drums.

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released January 30, 2017

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NimphaioN Shuya, Russian Federation

NIMPHAION – a symphonic black metal band from Shuya (Russia) formed in 2001.

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