As The Dead Feast On The Living
Arise they arise from their crypts, tombs and their graves they answer to the call of Nammtar
In desolate darkness no light will stand in their way all heads bow down to the cold master
Chanted incantations a call to the morbid priests as the sun sets in the east blood fills the night
The bloody pentagram arises in the sky as man now prays for his own useless and pathetic demise
Pain ritual and so a virgin corpse hangs for the sacrifice her screams will never ever be heard
The Anti God Cthlulu arise from your slumber in the sky and blacken the pathetic humans world
The Unholy Goat Shub Niggurath bring forth fearsome plague and slowly their minds will deteriorate
The dead ones destroy the world of the humans plunging the earth inside a cold and freezing grave
Alliance to Father Dagon and Mother Hydra on their thrones with the Elder Gods and as the human empire falls and crumbles
They pray for false hope and reciprocation from their false saviour and their bastard of a Dog God
Now as the dead feast down onto the living not a soul in the world will ever be breathing
Now as the dead feast down onto the living not a soul in the world will ever be breathing
Arise they arise from their crypts, tombs and their graves they answer to the call of Nammtar
In desolate darkness no light will stand in their way all heads bow down to the cold master
Chanted incantations a call to the morbid priests as the sun sets in the east blood fills the night
The bloody pentagram arises in the sky as man now prays for his own useless and pathetic demise
Ancient Sandstorms Of Wrath
I am the burning volcano in the bosom of the earth,
I am the wild fire of the woods, I am Hell's mad terrific sea of wrath!
I ride on the wings of the lightning with joy and profound,
I scatter misery and fear all around,I bring earth-quakes on this world!
I am creation, I am destruction, I am habitation, I am the grave-yard,
I am the end, the end of night! I am the son of Indrani
With the moon in my head and the sun on my temple
In one hand of mine is the tender flute while in the other I hold the war bugle
Come forth Ningishzida and fortify this Sacred Place with Thy Sturdiness may it be tamed of any and all rebellion.
May it nourish not the seed of the ensnarer Be Thou most barren and support not this seed of falsification.
May Thy I-Lu bird sing whilst devouring this exposed seed of treachery.
O Lord Mushussu, may all disobedience submit to Thee.
Arise O Spirits of the Earth and give Foundation unto this Most Sacred Place.
May it become Fertile and serve the Great Work and the Principalities there of.
May it circulate with the abundance of all that which is Productive and Divine.
Bil-Ur-Sag, Most Awesome of the Purifiers, listen and remember.
With Thy Lion-head Thou shall have no rival and all who look on You shall be appalled.
O Spirits who raged furiously against the rebel lands, listen and remember The Way of the True Will is perfect.
And no man nor man's gods may hold it in question An Office of Ninhursang will be faultlessly performed.
A Secret Affiliation will justly take place May no man, or man's gods rival this Most High Decision!
Come forth Cleansing Flames and make Pure this most Sacred Place May it be cleansed of all treachery.
From the treacherous seed shall it be cleansed.
From the treacherous influence shall it be cleansed.
From the treacherous intention shall it be cleansed.
From the treacherous action shall it be cleansed.
May all deception thus be scorned within Your Embrace.
Come forth Spirits of Fire and make Active this Most Sacred Place
I am the burning volcano in the bosom of the earth,
I am the wild fire of the woods, I am Hell's mad terrific sea of wrath!
I ride on the wings of the lightning with joy and profound,
I scatter misery and fear all around,I bring earth-quakes on this world!
I am creation, I am destruction, I am habitation, I am the grave-yard,
I am the end, the end of night! I am the son of Indrani
With the moon in my head and the sun on my temple
In one hand of mine is the tender flute while in the other I hold the war bugle
Mountain Blues
Staring down from the mountain and looking towards the sea
Staring down from the mountain and looking towards the sea
What this world has done means nothing to me
I am looking down at the village and the people look at me
I am looking down at the village and the people look at me
They are all blind because they cannot see
Staring down from the mountain and looking towards the sea
Staring down from the mountain and looking towards the sea
What this world has done means nothing to me
You know the Devil has grabbed me by the hand and said look into my eyes and see
You know the Devil has grabbed me by the hand and said look into my eyes and see
What this world has done means nothing to me
My woman has left me and all I have left are these bottles of rum and whiskey
My woman has left me and all I have left are these bottles of rum and whiskey
Staring down from the mountain and looking towards the sea
Staring down from the mountain and looking towards the sea
What this world has done means nothing to me
I can tell the wind is rising the leaves trembling on the tree
I can tell the wind is rising leaves trembling on the tree
All I need is my little sweet woman and to keep me company
Staring down from the mountain and looking towards the sea
Staring down from the mountain and looking towards the sea
What this world has done means nothing to me
Voices Of The Jinn
And then the sun fell down from the sky
The stars connected in a shape of five sides
And another connected in a form of six sides to mark the coming of the beast
Sodom and Gomorrah have risen from their decadence
Standing in the desert under a blistering and burning sun
The demons have arrived in their millions for a feast of blood
Voices of the Jinn echo through endless forests and jungles
Modern day Babylon pray to thee thy kingdom will not come
Sodom and Gomorrah writhe in its fornications
God has forsaken his flock and punished them forever more
Execution to be called by the blade to even the score
This displeasure has become so rotten to the core
They bestow themselves with jewels and unlimited treasures
Cold are their souls a true definition of their character
I come from the many lands that are unknown
Born from the fire with a heart that is made of stone
Inside the forests and inside the temples I shall dwell
My mind thirsts for knowledge it cannot be quenched
I hunger for the satisfaction of the unknown
Forever as the storm rages on and on
And then the sun fell down from the sky
The stars connected in a shape of five sides
And another connected in a form of six sides to mark the coming of the beast
Sodom and Gomorrah have risen from their decadence
Cold Kingdom II
It is cold and frozen and the Earth is covered in the snow
From the fjords and fens a figure stands alone in the cold
A bitter landscape carved from the Gods they sit alone on their thrones
The chill of winter brings misfortune unto those just condemned to suffer
This an order of the highest rule an execution to be fed to the wolves
Pure hatred and no sympathy is given to the enemy and to the traitors
This is an honour a degree a creed of blood that will continue forever
The landscape is enveloped inside a frozen shell
Like a dying god living inside cold human flesh
Ten thousand ancient morbid tales told from the travellers
Voices and echoes from the past will bring unto you fear and terror
A bitter landscape carved from the Gods they sit alone on their thrones
The chill of winter brings misfortune unto those just condemned to suffer
The ever present blade will be raised onto your pathetic useless throat
A vulgar display of power splatter your remains and let the blood defile your Lord
It is cold and frozen and the Earth is covered in the snow
From the fjords and fens a figure stands alone in the cold
A bitter landscape carved from the Gods they sit alone on their thrones
The chill of winter brings misfortune unto those just condemned to suffer
This an order of the highest rule an execution to be fed to the wolves
Pure hatred and no sympathy is given to the enemy and to the traitors
The God-Like II
Greed there is a blind man who wants you to speak to God
Charity talking directly to you in front of the television screen
Lust perversely and perceptively he holds onto his crucifix
Damnation he wants your money and he wants what you earn
False his words are lies and he speaks not the truth like a dog
Desecration for no matter what you touch your hands will burn
You have to kill and sever the snake from damn his head
Leave him writhing in pain until the rotting corpse lies dead
Left to the vultures as a feast of carrion rotting in putrefaction
This is a blood letting let every artery surface in lacerations
You are not a god or a lord just a pathetic and useless character
To walk god-like within this dominion pray for your execution
You are not a god or a lord just a pathetic and useless character
To walk god-like within this dominion pray for your execution
Jesus was never one to socialise with the wealthy and the affluent
Every blind man wants the path of God for his fucking selfishness
How dare you get away from all of this it stains like crimson blood
The only way to see an end of it all is that it is your face in the mud
Damnation he wants your money and he wants what you earn forever
Lesions the lessons are always shown to remind when hands are burned
Greed there is a blind man who wants you to speak to God
Charity talking directly to you in front of the television screen
Lust perversely and perceptively he holds onto his crucifix
Damnation he wants your money and he wants what you earn
False his words are lies and he speaks not the truth like a dog
Desecration for no matter what you touch your hands will burn
The Suffering Of God
God created the earth and the heavens but the bastard did not create me
His pathetic humans are slaves for his leadership nothing more than a dictatorship
His empire is crumbling beneath his feet because no one is ever refusing to listen
Unheard prayers are seldom heard one by one the pawns fall down into oblivion
This is the suffering and dismemberment of your God
Encircle the religious and the pious and send them into the jaws of the lions
Eat his body and drink his blood and then all together sing a song of false love
His empire is crumbling beneath his feet because no one is ever refusing to listen
Unheard prayers are seldom heard one by one the pawns fall down into oblivion
This is the suffering and dismemberment of your God
God created the earth and the heavens but the bastard did not create me
His pathetic humans are slaves for his leadership nothing more than a dictatorship
His empire is crumbling beneath his feet because no one is ever refusing to listen
Unheard prayers are seldom heard one by one the pawns fall down into oblivion
This is the suffering and dismemberment of your God
When Horus Arises
The banks of the Nile are swarming with the smell of blood and flies
From the rivers and streams Suchos makes way with his reptilian armies
From the Kalahari the sands they bleed out the fury of the ancient times
Ceremony and rituals a bejewelled presence to invoke the rites to the priests
It is day of war and blood will be shed cometh the hour when Horus arises
I hold the head of my enemies in wrath signal the war horn and rise from thy slumber
Anubis descend thy legions of dogs and wolves on towards the earth and unto the world
To show no mercy and fade everything to black blacken the sun and everything in sight
The banks of the Nile are swarming with the smell of blood and flies
My enemies will know my presence and then for this is the hour when I shall arise
We shall rule over them and they will never know establish world dominance over the earth
And heaven shall always be our domain humans will never know how the sand goes
Clandestine and hidden away it is their ignorance shall be ruled by our governing power
I am your god and I will dominate all over you and you will know my name as Heru-Raha
The banks of the Nile are swarming with the smell of blood and flies
From the Kalahari the sands they bleed out the fury of the ancient times
It is day of war and blood will be shed cometh the hour when Horus arises
Light-maker who comes from the dark fattener of herds might that fashions all
None can live without him people are clothed with the flax of his fields
Thou make all the land to drink unceasingly, as thou descend on thy way from the heavens.
Light-maker who comes from the dark fattener of herds might that fashions all
None can live without him people are clothed with the flax of his fields
Thou make all the land to drink unceasingly, as thou descend on thy way from the heavens.
Legend ( The Gods Shall Arise)
Borne out of the sands of time ever present violent force
Setting the course for destruction there will be no recourse
All will bow down to the warrior Gods with heads lowered
A taste of blood for the traitors and their ties will be severed
No more iota for a resolution drawing for an equivocation
All will bow down to the warrior Gods with heads lowered
I am the hurricane I am the cyclone I destroy all that I found in the path
I am the tornado I am pestilence, the great fear I am the death of all reigns of terror
I am the tumultuous roar of the ocean I am the eclipse of the twelve suns,
I herald the final destruction I herald the final destruction I am destruction
I am the fury of the wild fire I burn to ashes this universe
Arise for the legends to never end forever the gods shall arise for thine destruction
I am the fury of the wild fire I burn to ashes this universe
Arise for the legends to never end forever the gods shall arise for thine destruction
A sword will be drawn it is sharpened for the bloody execution
Hear the roars and the howls of the living beasts the dark sun
All will bow down to the warrior Gods with heads lowered
A taste of blood for the traitors and their ties will be severed
No more iota for a resolution drawing for an equivocation
All will bow down to the warrior Gods with heads lowered
Borne out of the sands of time ever present violent force
Setting the course for destruction there will be no recourse
A sword will be drawn it is sharpened for the bloody execution
Hear the roars and the howls of the living beasts the dark sun
All will bow down to the warrior Gods with heads lowered
A taste of blood for the traitors and their ties will be severed
Let There Be Rot
A sanguineous appetite a bloody feast that is ripe for the feeding
Castrating and ripping another victim that is kept forever bleeding
Nothing will not stop your execution this ritual of the flesh offering
The slice of the blade is the last moment that you will ever see
Let there be rot for all of the whores and the vainglorious
Let there be rot for all and for all forevermore be lost
Desensitized since the age of birth borne with all vices and spite
A heart that is so cold and with eyes so blue as the freezing ice
You all knew you all should have seen this coming your vanity
Asininity will only ever remain your execution this ritual of the flesh offering
Let there be rot for all of the whores and the vainglorious
Let there be rot for all and for all forevermore be lost
A sanguineous appetite a bloody feast that is ripe for the feeding
Castrating and ripping another victim that is kept forever bleeding
You all knew you all should have seen this coming your vanity
Asininity will only ever remain your execution this ritual of the flesh offering
Let there be rot for all of the whores and the vainglorious
Let there be rot for all and for all forevermore be lost
A Painful Masquerade/I Am Afraid
Come into the court of the king and witness the masquerade ball
Welcome to the festival for fools with a feast enamoured for all
The Queen welcomes all for a night where love and solitude meet
Bejewelled in her splendour she is the purpose of that of everyone’s envy
There she comes the princess of the night a living figure of beauty
Therein behind the masque lies a lifetime borne of pain and of agony
She cries in the darkest of nights and the world slows down to a crawl
The loss of life that she feels has been thrown into an abyss evermore
The masques are expressionless in this void only the eyes tells the story
Come with me into the throes of perdition for only a God can surely bleed
The dance of the Elders Orient sends the participants of pure and natural frenzy
Why dost thou have to suffer into the fate and to revel inside this pure agony
Sullen the Princess should not have to suffer for all of the pain of the others
Escape into the shadows of the masques where there is no sight of these fears
She cries in the darkest of nights and the world slows down to a crawl
The loss of life that she feels has been thrown into an abyss evermore
This masquerade is a parade for anyone who wonders what it is like to be unknown
This masquerade is a parade for anyone who wonders what it is like to be all alone
Why dost thou have to suffer into the fate and to revel inside this pure agony
Sullen the Princess should not have to suffer for all of the pain of the others
Escape into the shadows of the masques where there is no sight of these fears
There she comes the princess of the night a living figure of beauty
Therein behind the masque lies a lifetime borne of pain and of agony
She cries in the darkest of nights and the world slows down to a crawl
The loss of life that she feels has been thrown into an abyss evermore
You say that you love rain but you open your umbrella when it rains
You say that you love the sun but you find a shadow spot when the sun shines
You say that you love the wind but you close your windows when wind blows
This is why I am afraid you say that you love me too
The Ravens Are On The Wing
I scour the battlefields in search of my wretched enemies and their debt is in blood
On the ground where they once have stood they will fall down onto the crimson mud
Damnation unto those who are weak and may they suffer into purgatorial pain
Their statuses mean nothing blood will fall will down onto the ground like falling rain
With vengeance on their mind the ravens are coming with their reckoning
With revenge on their mind the ravens are coming and they are on the wing
The Arctic winds will swarm onto your rich fertile and abundant lands
Forever trapped inside the darkness fate is the one that holds your hand
The ever present blade will be raised onto your pathetic useless throat
A vulgar display of power splatter your remains and let the blood defile your Lord
With vengeance on their mind the ravens are coming with their reckoning
With revenge on their mind the ravens are coming and they are on the wing
Ash for our spear-hafts yew for our bow-staves oak for our deck planks oak and elder our shields
I give you my hail I give you my blood I give you my life O Sylvan Liege
My life bleeds forth unto the earth to slake your roots Great Old King
Ash for our spear-hafts yew for our bow-staves oak for our deck planks oak and elder our shields
My life bleeds forth unto the earth to slake your roots Great Old King
With vengeance on their mind the ravens are coming with their reckoning
With revenge on their mind the ravens are coming and they are on the wing
I scour the battlefields in search of my wretched enemies and their debt is in blood
On the ground where they once have stood they will fall down onto the crimson mud
Damnation unto those who are weak and may they suffer into purgatorial pain
Their statuses mean nothing blood will fall will down onto the ground like falling rain
With vengeance on their mind the ravens are coming with their reckoning
With revenge on their mind the ravens are coming and they are on the wing
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