As I saw the whore {From Babylon} whispering her perverted lust,. all those impotent priests are running to Samaria's hills.. OOoohh my apocalyptic hatred pull down these false allied for the highest.
(Lyrics by Sabathan). I awake the eternal flame who brings desolation. Into my eyes a storming hate waits to be unleashed.. Darkness embraces my soul,.
Immersed in my hypnotic slumber. I wander through the paths of a cemetery. In an unhearithy night, the high storms break. the fire of sky. I hear the call as I go to a grave.
Epigraph: Parva Domnus, Magna Quies. Solo: Collapse Of Entity. . Wash me, a saving Sky.. Set me free from their misfortunes.. Lave me, a gentle Ether..
Cryptic lore of the Black Crosse. As transversary called by Dee. Sinister with latent horror. After the sixteen next the gate. . The Evil Angels. Minsters and Servants.
[Not Available]. [A tribute to times that once were.We decided to cover this particular]. [song because it is admittedly the last Satanic song by Bathory.].
Raged and burned. Longer than the stars in the sky. The Fiend shall conquer. Turn away your heads. . Blackened and shattered. Terrible and sublime. Man is the source.
The gentle breeze. It whispers to me through the trees. Softly. Words of a nation. Will come together for the first celebration. They whisper through the trees.
Blackened lies in ashes arms. The broken grace of rites;. Through glowing mist the death appears. And shows some withered soul the way.. . Dunkelheit lastet auf goldenen Hhn',.
When we were walking down the lane that night,. The green turned grey and blue my mind.. My time stood still and even did my feet,. The night spread out its outworn cov'ring o'er the fields..
Cut out this eye, look inside yourself.. Find what you've become inside a maze of hate.. Search for yourself deep.. Your consciousness lost inside a broken mind..
It's the law.. Drive it deep inside, your remorse for your crimes.. You're the one punished, punished by the world.. You are their darkest soul, mordant soul of their disgrace..
(Disillusioned). . Fantasy&dream. Have been. Forged together. To reign supreme. In realms unseen-. Imagination. Brought alive. Inside my mind. Into never....
Epigraph:. "Destiny is not a matter of chance.. It is a matter of choice.. It is not a thing to be waited for-. it is a thing to be achieved.. William Jennings Bryan".
I'm just laughing... why do you cry all the time?. I'm standing here upright... don't look down all the time. I'm alive... why do you die all the time?.
't was an eve in late summer, autumn was nigh. still a warm sun did colour the sky. The meadows did shine in a strange golden light. and vales did forth the soft haze of night.
Bes till, O wand'rer!. Dost thou not hear the sad song of night?. How the wind does beckon thee to the rest of a while. and to lend him thine ear?. . What woeful tale does it tell tonight?.
And again the moon is on the wave, gliding gently into me,. on silent wings the night comes from there,. as my heart longs to thee.... . ...for in my hand I still hold the rose that froze long times ago,.