Every time this year This dark fog will appear Up from the tombs it comes To take one more life that can be near In the middle of Transylvania All natural life has for a long time ago gone It's thin and so beautiful But also so dark and mysterious
Once again the priest is messing May the god bless us all The fog is here again That will complete this funeral From a place empty of life Only dead trees are growing here As it comes from afar Only dead trees are growing here
Witchcraft, blood and Satan Meet the face of Death Blood Fire Torture Pain KILL
Witchcraft, blood and Satan Meet the face of Death Blood Fire Torture Pain
Winds of war, winds of hate Armageddon, tales from Hell The wage of mayhem, the wage of sin Come and hear, Lucifer sings
Command for blood, command for war Command for Satan, command for Hell Command for blood, command for war Command for Satan, command for Hell Command for blood Command for Satan Command for you
You have now entered from the womb In my reconstruction from deconstruction Where instruments of genetic distortion is me Abandon your pious ways You Between sacrifice and worms It will Take you lifetimes of dying to live again In my strata of war And you think that death is finally home Morphing in cell structures The future is still hidden Time bends like mirror light I am in your mind You are part of me As me in you, you in me
Visions of that no mornings light ever will come. I'm to old now. The dark is so near, will I ever reach the land beyond This is where we go when we have to die. I've been old since the birth of time.Time buried me in earth centuries ago, I tasted blood. Buried by time and dust. Many years has pasted since the funeral. Missing the blood of human throats so many years, ages ago. I must await, feel my bodies stench. Wanderings out of space. Wandering out of time. A world out of light, death at the end. Only silence can be heard, silence of peoples tears. No one knows my grave. Buried by time and dust.
For everything around me which I experience is cold and dead The blood of others are of a colder substance and taste Therefore I must spill and serve, The blood that in me runs vibrant In the frost of the dying minds, Of Western society I recreate It will be the resurrection, Of the brotherhood of holy death In the year of the Holy Roman Empire, Of night times to come and last The day of which I shall, Lay my sword upon your throats Upon the mighty warriors, Of the land of northern regions Upon the shores of our desolate coast within the waves I can see the wreckage floating ashore of the dying culture And so I greet those who still have eyes to observe and see And who still have courage to break through into the dying light
In a circle of stars In the afterglow of the last war Do you hear the voice? Nothing but demon ashes remained You lost everything you believed But me the reconstructionist the voice All paranoia of rotting drugs What could be Satan himself? One star left in the rotting ocean You scream in birth all of you A river left... a river of blood Of life... a new All paranoia of rotting drugs What could be Satan himself? I feel the light breeze The sun takes control And nothing here remains But you but me
The death throes of your final benediction echoes Down the spiral of the world's spine Down upon your great army behind the burning lake The fiery last days of your reign on earth
Your falseness is your pity pride Your cowardliness is your whole life
My blood is the way of your future My army of pureness will crush your idols
Age of empire total war Paradise lies in the shadow of my sword Have i been understood?
They speak... In the garden of the prophet Divine madness... The order of the cosmic immoral
For what is humanity If not forlorn And crawling to my hands When the moment sings
For I have read the signs And I have solved the riddle of eternal life The Jinnah have spoken
For I have read the signs And I have solved the riddle of eternal life...
(From The Dark Past)
A face in stone... decayed by age A man who has returned to tell of his damnation Fears so deep, the mouth open wide The scream died away before dawn of this time The eyes - stares so empty The mouth - screams so silent Tell me! - what did you see there? In the darkness - of the past Ancient times legends stories so dark Blackened his sight, now not even the memories are left Back after such a long time the stone is cold as death But what formed it's true fears only the wind is able to tell
Witchcraft, blood and Satan Meet the face of Death Blood Fire Torture Pain KILL
Witchcraft, blood and Satan Meet the face of Death Blood Fire Torture Pain
Winds of war, winds of hate Armageddon, tales from Hell The wage of mayhem, the wage of sin Come and hear, Lucifer sings
Command for blood, command for war Command for Satan, command for Hell Command for blood, command for war Command for Satan, command for Hell Command for blood Command for Satan Command for you
Visions of that no mornings light ever will come. I'm to old now. The dark is so near, will I ever reach the land beyond This is where we go when we have to die. I've been old since the birth of time.Time buried me in earth centuries ago, I tasted blood. Buried by time and dust. Many years has pasted since the funeral. Missing the blood of human throats so many years, ages ago. I must await, feel my bodies stench. Wanderings out of space. Wandering out of time. A world out of light, death at the end. Only silence can be heard, silence of peoples tears. No one knows my grave. Buried by time and dust.
The bloody history from the past deceased humans now forgotten. An age of legends and fear a time now so discant. Less numbered as they were their lives so primitive and pagan superstitions were a part of the life so unprotected in the dark nights Pagan fears. The past is alive. The past is alive. Woeful people with pale faces staring obsessed at the moon some memories will never go away ant they will forever be here.
