Witches' Brew
Inside the maze of fire kindled with desire
Boiling the cauldron true filled with witches' brew.
Three Norns stand at the gates, Mater of the Fates
Who keep the ancient runes howl at the silver moon.
Would you drink the witches' brew,
Blood of wisdom shed for you?
Watch the dead rise from the grave
And turn the monsters into slaves.
Father of Tiw,long dead warriors rise for you.
We drink the brew.
Fire and water, earth and sky,
Feast of torches lights the night;
Hounds of Yeth bay at the moon;
The blood of life is Witches' brew.
Father of Tiw Einhereir doth rise for you.
We drink the brew, witches' brew.
The Empire
The crystal evolves the light of time
The sword of Asrah, power of fire
For life we fight till the end of time
For destiny leads us to build our empire
Master of energy Nardia we hail
For Manillan lords Ice Spirit shall sail
For the empire we shall not fail
The cycle complete order shall prevail
In search of peace in search of freedom
The cycle complete the city Manilla
The empire in dormant lace
The magikal mysteries of the ordonian age
The plague of man verses sword of fire
The plotted destruction of the Manillan Empire
Electrical impulse, fire and knowledge
Unite together the gladiator arises
The golden death of demonic domain
Manilla free the empire rises again
In quest of peace in search of freedom
The cycle complete the city Manilla
The crystal evolves the light of time
The sword of Asrah, power of fire
For life we fight till the end of time
For destiny leads us to build our empire
Necropolis
Through the jungle by the river Styx
I've journed long and far this day
Lurking shadows in the parapets
Will never make me turn away
Darkened city veiled in crimson mist
Entombed in time without decay
Never thought it would be like this
It feels like I'm living inside a dream
But my mind tells me I'm
Lost in Necropolis, lost in Necropolis
Lost in Necropolis, lost in Necropolis
Now I know what it's like to be
Inside the city of the dead
All I think of is breaking free
From all the spells chained to my head
Sword and axe are my destiny
I watch the stars turning blood red
There is light yes I've got to believe
For this feels like living inside a dream
I know now that I am
Lost in Necropolis, lost in Necropolis
Lost in Necropolis, lost in Necropolis
I have seen your cities burning
I have felt your daughters yearning
For the peace before the tides of war
I have witnessed funeral pyres
Burning bright with man's desire
I will fight the demon horde forever more
The world is full of mysteries
That men have never seen before
Magik lives in all dynasties
The light of love shines ever more
In the crypt of Atlantean Kings
I found what I was looking for
Magik Trident of Volusia's Sea
I know it's like living inside a dream
But don't you ever get
Lost in Necropolis, lost in Necropolis
Lost in Necropolis, lost in Necropolis
Hammer Of The Witches
Hammer of Hell
Not of The Well
A book of sin
Fathered by men
Unholy deeds
Done out of greed
Murder by law
In the Name of God
Burn them all
Burn them all
Burn them all
The blood runs cold
We've paid the toll
They burned the truth
Out of our youth
Bringers of pain
In the Father's name
Not of The Well
We'll send them back to Hell
And burn them all
Burn them all
Burn them all
The Books Of Skelos
[I. THE BOOK OF ANCIENTS]
Three books of human flesh
Of Magik, life and death
Of times long lost to man
Creation of the damned
Before the ancient gods
And Dreams of Eschaton
The Ancients of the Muse
Combated Cthulu
His tentacles reach far beyond the grave
These chronicles of light and life enslaved,
Were penned in blood
Before the mighty flood
Nocturnal Lords of Death
Summoned by Dragon's Breath
To cleanse this holy land
From sea to desert sand
Like Necronomicon,
And Ancient Bardic song
These books hold many clues
To Magik law and truth
The sentinels of Hell guard every gate
These chronicles of light and life enslaved
Were penned in blood
Before the mighty flood
[II. THE BOOK OF SHADOWS]
Nightmares turned to living hell
Enchanted under the spell
Dark Lords cast upon the earth
Armageddon into birth
By the books
Holy Cross turned upside down
Burning empires to the ground
Aiser Legions march to war
Halocaust of ancient lore
In The Books
[III. THE BOOK OF SKULLS]
Long lost Magik of our tribes
Necromantic book of scribes
Blood from human sacrifice
Bringing life that never dies
The Book Of Skulls
The witch begat her only orn
Concieved by blackest rites
Sacrificial throats were torn
To give The Demon life
Life baptized in blood
Mankind thrown into the maze
Of a cataclysmic age
Cadavers re-animate
As The Priests Of Chaos prey
The Book Of Skulls.
In Gein We Trust
Father said the crop was going to be a good one
A lot of holes to dig, a lot work to be done
Good old Gein goes to pay a visit to a stone
Maybe he'll keep you company if you're all alone
Gein we trust in you we trust in me
Gein, but what is this, what does it mean
Gein, no we don't know this place
Have you seen Gein
Mister Ed comes back from the dead to ply his trade
Skull cup-a-soup fast on a boney chair he's amde
Lots of parts all packed away in boxes nice and clean
Human nipple necklace, your a scream Mister Gein
He's happy to watch the kids till you get back
Let's go out to the smokehouse, something new upon the rack
Nothing really showing through the windows all day
They're painted black so we don't know what to say
Wearing what face flayed grey and frozen
Sad sick dead faces, he's got them by the dozen
He becomes the person that he'd taken way back when
So he can kill himself and still live to kill again
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