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White Terror

by Ancesthor

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1.
Lady Lazarus 07:15
Dour virtues, scourging to sores Rebuked by the noxious, a lifetime curse Ascetic, nostalgic, with blood tasting tears Dolefulness permeates the air The light keeps fondling the black of her hair Like threads made of silk, scattered greys titivate A weary soul that found relief And her face like an effigy, gentled with grief In the horizon a star has collapsed Following thousands and thousands of dreams A deafening beauty, a ravishing star She was a gardenia born in barren lands A fathomless memory, a fathomless life A downhearted daughter shrieks Sun kissed skin, a flowered white dress Its petals are longing for the wind´s caress. Coiled in her feeble legs Caroline had the first glimpse at the serpent of death [Fire, fire] Scorched dreams [Winds of death] Soothing relief Sour breath Vanished in a day Blitheness denied [Fire, fire] Scorched dreams [Winds of death] Soothing relief Sour breath Vanished in a day [Lady Lazarus] The overture of a tale Into the woods across the hills Not a queen but a warrior Not an empress but a sorceress A saffron sunset muttered on the ear of an orphaned child Thy mother gleaned bright; thou art the daughter of a star Caroline, you’re the offspring of the wingless moon that flutters and reveres just one more time She pours its light upon the night and combs the hair of her ailing grandchild Seventeen hours passed, she needed to travel fast A sudden realization that she ran without direction Into the pale cold trees and fallen velvet leaves Nothing but a letter of her raging fist My beautiful Caroline: You are my everything Now I am light, I am everything I ever wanted I was too weary of gazing at the heavens Mother’s calling me to dance with her
2.
Amidst the dreary and dismal night Caroline found the witch of Ptscholh A song she sings, the tune of death The light she brings, deep colored red A deluge of grief Sliding through her spine The silences within her song As beautiful as the graceful notes A fatherly memory now so blurred A motherly figure dimed in ache A deluge of grief Sliding through her mind A deluge of grief Sliding through her mind Among gelid panes of ice In the white hiatus of winter With feet made of basalt the witch drawn near the little girl And stroked her oval face soaked in sorrow A blue ethereal light with which the forest was infused Snow-clad trees and fallen leaves where the only witnesses she needed Among gelid panes of ice In the white hiatus of winter A quest you have in life, my little Caroline Across the forest you will find bellow the pristine light The mother of your mother will enlighten the dark path And through the windy trail your sharded heart Beware of the white cross in which the fiery archers gather round You must avoid its glow at any cost
3.
Mist-Wraith 05:08
Bellow a tin-colored sky, silky like the starch Reedy notes are floating all around the woods of forgetfulness Where every single color is a prisoner Sulfur dreams like hell Invade her mind Overnight the stench of death Awaken by the sound of weeping trees And so she kept walking through the black frost gelid track While a mist-wraith stood upon her way and wind soughed through the rocks Walk through the ponds of light and you will find Castles of crystal with turrets of quartz And so she kept walking through the black frost gelid track While a mist-wraith stood upon her way and wind soughed through the rocks
4.
Over the mountains, across the white veil By the frosty night and it’s moon A soothing scent of freshly cut wood Fangs shining, jaws roaring Eyes flashing, mist soaring Seven silhouettes appeared The wolves of Eearehn approaching near In their eyes lies throbbing hate And in their story, a wilted fate Flickering with smoldering Taciturn mien, they besieged her Silver eyes and silver fangs No fear she felt, no sign of stress A big white wolf approached at her Without a word it said Marble colored fire we dream It burned our past and present too From castles of crystal and turrets of quartz The archers of the white cross with arrows made of pearls Like owners of the fire, razing our land We have been straying the woods for almost 7 years Wandering hearts in meandering paths Caroline, help us bring the thunder to our land Under the gloomy longing of our ailing souls Crossing the dismal forest and the smothering Darkness and fog in which they were embraced The seven wolves and Caroline strode upon Frosty damped hopes and yellow gorses Blazing fire Searing moon So great yet tranquil is the nightfall in the woods Seventeen days they walked among their wilted dreams The sun dissolves and withers in these sour light O white light Blazing fire Ephemeral smiles and permanent catastrophes Caroline glimpsed a figure in the night And the still infinite figure dwelling secretive O white light O dark night Ghostly wails
5.
La Llorona 04:35
No sé qué tienen las flores, Llorona, Las flores del camposanto, No sé qué tienen las flores, Llorona, Las flores del camposanto, Que cuando las mueve el viento, Llorona, Parece que están llorando. Que cuando las mueve el viento, Llorona, Parece que están llorando. Dos besos llevo en el alma, Llorona, que no se apartan de mí, Dos besos llevo en el alma, Llorona, que no se apartan de mí, El último de mi madre, Llorona, y el primero que te di. El último de mi madre, Llorona, y el primero que te di.
6.
The ghostly figure with colorless skin I am no enemy, I am no ghoul Like gelded by lightning, her halo of light Scintillating over them Follow my lead through the mountains of glass Do not be afraid of the valley of doom With ivory clouds and its silvery sky Thousand raptures beyond thought A velvety flower with black thorns and leaves Shaped like a flaming heart, elegant like a lark Bowing before the wolves and Caroline Greeting and thanking for their arrival A colossal massive gate of steel and rotten wood Rattlesnakes and giant bugs And so, the ghostly figure muttered at a monolith Opening the gate Giant moths, dirt, and dust inside the darkened hall A freezing wind is blowing snow Several mirrors reflecting the trail And the echo of a waterdrop Hundreds of golems with tendrils and leaves Slaves of their nature they rise Five-meter creatures with wings made of grass In unison they roared the scripts of the dead
7.
Under a mantle of stars, they marched Bathed in light, soothed by the night The chant of the trumpets dilutes with the wind Hectic the thunder revealing its might Her tears like leaves, they fall from their tree Grandmother is dancing the waltz of the sea While hundreds of golems, the wolves, and a ghost Strode to their death without fear, without hope Over shoulders of giants they marched Bathed in light, soothed by the night The chant of the trumpets dilutes with the wind Hectic the thunder revealing its might A stronghold of sapphire awaits at the dawn The arrival of giants and the death of the sun In the highest of battlements, a king lies strong Arrogant, fearless, taciturn With a heavenward glance, Caroline commands them Facing the white terror with relentless hearts Just a mawkish tear, frozen in her cheek While piercing arrows covered up the skies in white Ashes fall to the ground, crumbled to dust with a spell Overhead in the air, clouds are gathered in thunderous light The reign of silence collapsed at a trice With Caroline leading them strong The cross was raised, the wind, reticent Thousands of archers in white Shrill glow The golems are plunging their hands in the soil We won’t fall! We won’t die! Screaming with longing and pain in their hearts We won’t fall! We won’t die! Glowing and floating, the white king he shines Swaddled in crystals and lustrous white pearls Caroline floated like raised by the moon Languid hawthorns were coiled in her arms And the whitest and unsullied light Buried the armies in ivory dust With a heavenward glance, Caroline commands them Facing the white terror with relentless hearts Just a mawkish tear, frozen in her cheek While piercing arrows covered up the skies in white Ashes fall to the ground, crumbled to dust with a spell Overhead in the air, clouds are gathered in thunderous light The golems are plunging their hands in the soil We won’t fall! We won’t die! Screaming with longing and pain in their hearts We won’t fall! We won’t die! The crystal is shattered, the sapphire is crushed She’s lured by the light of her grandmother’s might And finally, she will reunite with the stars She will become one with the night

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released January 7, 2022

All music by Ancesthor
All lyrics by J. Luis Soto

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Thrash metal with a high dose of shreding solos, blasting fills and technical riffs.
Based in Mexico CIty since 2009.

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