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Samael - Since the Creation… - Black Trip
Since the Creation…
Disc 1
01. Sleep of Death
02. Worship Him
03. Knowledge of the Ancient Kingdom
04. Morbid Metal
05. Rite of Cthulhu
06. The Black Face
07. Into the Pentagram
08. Messenger of the Light
09. Last Benediction
10. The Dark
Disc 2
01. Epilogue
02. Beyond the Nothingness
03. Poison Infiltration
04. After the Sepulture
05. Macabre Operetta
06. Blood Ritual
07. Since the Creation…
08. With the Gleam of the Torches
09. Total Consecration
10. Bestial Devotion
11. …Until the Chaos
12. Manitou
Disc 3
01. Black Trip
02. Celebration of the Fourth
03. Son of Earth
04. ’Til We Meet Again
05. Mask of the Red Death
06. Baphomet’s Throne
07. Flagellation
08. Crown
09. To Our Martyrs
10. Ceremony of Opposities
Disc 4
01. Rebellion
02. After the Sepulture (new version)
03. I Love the Dead
04. Static Journey
05. Into the Pentagram (new version)
06. Exodus
07. Tribes of Caïn
08. Son of Earth
09. Winter Solstice
10. Ceremony of Opposites
11. From Malkuth to Kether
Disc 5
01. Rain
02. Shining Kingdom
03. Angel’s Decay
04. My Saviour
05. Jupiterian Vibe
06. The Ones Who Came Before
07. Liquid Soul Dimension
08. Moonskin
09. Born Under Saturn
10. Chosen Race
11. A Man in Your Head
Disc 6
01. Year Zero
02. Ailleurs
03. Together
04. Ways
05. The Cross
06. Us
07. Supra Karma
08. I
09. Nautilus & Zeppelin
10. Infra Galaxia
11. Being
12. Radiant Star
I've chosen the dark, I've chosen the night
I've lost hope of loving a day of life
The shades of night belong to me
I am at one with hell

Dead inside, I watch the time pass
I await the coming of my day
My journeys are always within me
There where is found the bottomless pit

Where, there in I plunge, always a little deeper
There, in that other world where only unity is harmony
Sheltered from the regard and the rules of men
There colour is absent, light is black

Enemies of the sun, the phantoms of the shadows
Have taught me to delight in horror
Faces without eyes, and silent lips
Float in the immensity of empty space

A sweet melancholy fills my heart
Life as a whole seems absurd
Silence is so pure, so profound that it intoxicates
The emptiness, annihilates all and nothingness takes it place.