"The witchborn queen, leader of demonic whores Profane mistress, captor of sin Sworn to feed the ill and the weak and bring their women and men into temptation
Eliza, the whore of the night attends the sabbath, the theater of lust The hunter is in the ring, caressing folds of flesh -Diabolical intercourse profound
She who brings horror to the insane and haunts the sick and its kind Selector of innocent holy infants tempting their flesh, poisoning their mind
The young harlot, who acts by the trust of her fate Cursed beneath the hands of doom, the grand master of hate For her and hers the bells chaim Damnation's own
Evil superior siren, moonchild domain -A sculpture for the holy to burn"
In massing darkness we stand united, raging above inferior sheeps. A convoy of souls swept into the night, hearts strengthened with black fire passion.
In us is fulfilled the prophecy of satan: evolution of the inner shrine. In us is mantained the revelation of satan: innocence brought to an end.
In honour of thy unearthly creation, we bring forth thy divine form. Vanity throughout any conceptions. Blazed and bound, for the days are coming.
Infernal madness, unholy ascendance, christian death abound in mourning perversion. Cherished sacred icons torn to pieces, they'll chase the serpent in everlasting nightmare.
Disharmonic illusions of strings bending loose, wrapped, penetrating skin. Listen to the music of their agony. Eyes made of glass, mirrors within.
Daylight has finally reached it's end As evenfall strikes into the sky Far away in the dark crimson moonlight Sickening souls cry out in pain
Whispering voices summoning screams Waiting for Satan to bless their sins Blackhearted angels fallen from grace Possessed by the search for utter darkness
Hear the cries from the Mourning Palace Feel the gloom of restless spirits Hear the screams from the Mourning Palace Feel the doom of haunting chants
Eternal is their lives in misery Eternal is their lives in grief Abandoned in a void of nothingness A chain of anger, a fetter of despair
In this garden of depraved beings This unsacred place of helpless ones Satan blessed the creatures Inswathed them in endless night
Whispering voices, summoning screams Waiting for Satan to bless their sins Blackhearted angels fallen from grace Possessed by the search for utter darkness
You have returned to the torture-chambers To find peace among the rotting corpses You have returned to the execution place To inhale the smell of blood
Death and terror rules the land We have been spellbound By the Devil You have returned to the hidden graves Only you know about You have returned to to face your victims And feel sensation of violence once again
Death and terror rules the soul You have been spellbound By the Devil Murderer, you have returned To create fear and sorrow Death and terror rules the land We have been spellbound By the Devil
My eyes got blinded And conned by the light Like a fugitive on the run I sought perseverance in the night
Deceptive icons were finally Taken out of my sight As the contender to origin I will forever unveil his might
They say I am the cancer On the back of the Inquisition I may well be the cancer In the heart of the Inquisition
They say I am the cancer On the back of the Inquisition I am the cancer In the heart of the Inquisition
Through my years of sacrifice Evolution came with lessons learned Respect and fear Is what I earned So underestimate not your vision Or you will be taught Calculate your intuition And you will teach
You all have been conned And I always take the blame For you do not understand You are all the same
Have I not Been too long in the shadows of invention and creation As I rightfully behold the flesh Fear of the conscious mind will have you facing away
My word and world holds ground and is real Your word is like floods of poisoned water A language spoken with spit of different tongues
It all seems like an eternity This battle between us two "Good and evil" Me and you
Time has come to step up And take back what you took from me
My word and world holds ground and is real Your word is like floods of poisoned water A language spoken with spit of different tongues You can never corrupt me again
Time has come to step up And take back what you took from me Time has come to step up And take back what you took from me
You can never corrupt me again
I protect every man guilty of sin The ultimate sin being me The vapor from the plague That infested my mind, body and soul Obscured my view from wisdom The mist that had me wonder in resentment cleared And troubles me no more
Have I not Been too long in the shadows of invention and creation As I rightfully behold the flesh Fear of the conscious mind will have you facing away
