Forgotten annihilated souls pray an idol called god, calling for salvation. Sons of a superior race we don't fear anyone. Shaped by hate we are invincible, sons of nobody we live for glory.
Originally performed by Manowar. . Passing through the storm -. Led by Demons - walk between the. World of men and gods -. Cast no shadows - draw no light..
Holding child in the lap of death. No feeling the touch of life. Denied pleasure, enormous sin. Sanctify your strife. Alive. In limbo. Chanting priest victimizes souls.
From the heart of Europe we marched. down to the cities of the holy land. we pledged our lives to serve the cross. to guard the secrets of the temple's vault.
Art form of the butchers, forgotten tales of death. Flashback of dementia, fearing myself. Poetic infliction, fix your body to the core. Skinned alive, as terror grows.
An archaic atmosphere surrounds me like flaming snakes in Lilith's womb. Three candles mark their inner boundary and the night creatures stop their charts.
Draped in silken skin and torment. Hellbound and riding ghosts in flames. I'll usurp the moon and kill the sun. I'll sink the world into a dream of pain.
Listen, how you who reside beyind space and time. Endless realm, where the triplex golden star shines solitary and miserable man. Give up your spirit, miserable man, who nothing shades.
Violence has its price and I'll pay 'til you die. In your blood I will see the revenge of my life. Get up early if you are another man's life or money.
Innocence is payed in flesh. we lost our souls and loved ones. white as doves and red like blood. a living pyre for your god. . We have walked the paths.
The mirror is the psychic gate. To reach and touch the Dragon. The serpent of the inner plain. The highest of all adepts. A thousand eyes gazing upon.
Rebirth of the "magick". In macrocosmical reign. Archetype of the circle. Vibrations of the heavenly names. The ancients are one. Unite by the fathers of time.
The Glory of Your Love. Is Built Upon Our People's Pain. And Your Glory is Painted Red. Of Our Noble Blood You Shed.. . You Came And Slaughtered Odin.
Faces! - of death - closed souls appear. Brain's falling' - emotion points to hell. Mothers of death - living upon my bed. While the timeless sand I cross - the end is birth.
Worship me you mortal fools open my seal. adore my name cause I'm the messanger of. pain, the courier of hate, the beloved of the ancient ones.. I came before their arrival from the astral.
Dark sky began growing pale. From above counting the victims. Mass immolation extermination. Holy slaughter in the name of church. . Church's black book - Glory turns into shame.
Enclosed into my cage to satisfy emotions. Many times had passed a process to erosion. Descending to the cellar my bride "death" tolls the hour. Face your brutal fellow, it's time for no tomorrow.
Worship me you mortal fools open my seal. adore my name cause I'm the messanger of. pain, the courier of hate, the beloved of the. ancient ones.. I came before their arrival from the astral.
Coming from that circle reflecting new light. With his sinister mind a new messiah arrives. Self-glorification in black euphoria and lust. Unaccustomed luxury a new messiah arrives.
My black soul, slowly bleeds, fragrant sweet, slowly drowns. I scream for pleasure in presence of death, violence is my blood. Nobody dares to look at me my eyes are full of disgrace.