Eternal lust created by the ancient gods. Waked up me once again. My stinkin' corpse abandoned the crypts. I waited for this night in. . I'm doomed to transmigration of souls.
Decades went by as the crusades marched on. Huge army blessed by sanctuary in black. Guardians of Empire, our Morbid Reich. Sky-touching castles, dark palaces where Evil never dies.
Eternal lust created by the ancient gods. Waked up me once again. My stinkin' corpse abandoned the crypts. I waited for this night in. . I'm doomed to transmigration of souls.
Left hand vested in the symbol of Mars. Right hand vasted in the symbol of Sun. Standing Proud. We raise foreheads adorned with the symbol of Jupiter.
Pounding the world like a battering ram. Forging the furnace for the final grand slam. Chopping away at the source soon the course will be done. Leaving a trail of destruction that's second to none.
Comes the time of fear and pain. The human race is bleeding away!. The earth covered by ashes and flesh. Dying in terrible decay. Freezing winds freezing it all.
[Music: Piotr Wiwczarek, Lyric: Lukasz Szurminski]. . "Our world is sick, our world is dying. All brave, honourable and dedicated. To themselves men are the past now... but the flame of a wanderer,.
[Music: Piotr Wiwczarek, Lyric: Lukasz Szurminski]. . "Our world is sick, our world is dying. All brave, honourable and dedicated. To themselves men are the past now...but the flame of a wanderer,.
Once upon the time. The Gods need a change. Dethrone or destroy. Just to kill the silence. . Above or below. By fire or by Sword. So human feelings. Like hate or disgrace.
It's time to die. Death stands behind the doors. Satan sends his warriors. Demons break out of Hell. . Shrill cries, angel dies. Shrill cries, outbreak of evil.
Another Enochian theme is inspired by A. Crowley's book bearing the same title, where the Beast. recorded what he saw and heard during the desert operations in 1909. The visions consitute.
I'm starting the test. Your unbelief. Conquering emperor. Woke up your brain. Restless thoughts. Still consuming tour mind. You help my magic. With your own horrible frights.
I cut myself and still hurt. Grey pain still reminds. There is no Kingdom, Power, Glory. For those who freeze their lives behind. . Following the wrong god I have been.
Originally performed by Dark Angel. . You fall before us, shattered in vain. You thrash about us, screaming in pain. Tortured and flaming, you're on your knees.
Since Your Rebirth. I am always with You. Deep in Your mind. Creative, protective. And never forget it.... . I was and I am. In Your thoughts and Your breath.
Another land, another see. The road that never ceases. To lie ahead and beckon still. Though legs and feet are weary. . Another woman, another man. The lust that never ceases.
Set is perhaps the most mysterious god of the ancient Egyptian pantheon:. A lord of contradictions and conflicts,. A god at once saving the world and rejected as a traitor,.
No visions anymore. But we don't ask for them. The Darkness never parts. 'cause we don't seek the heat. . (We are) Lukewarm race. No folly in our minds.