The time has come, arise from death. Victory is close at hand. Take up the sword and follow me. Out of nothing into a new creation. . A thousand decades of despair.
Deep within the ocean's keep. There lies a corpse in endless sleep. A searchlight pierces the abyss. And the darkness groans in great distress. I am the ocean.
Death reigns over the earth. Oppressing justice and truth. Nations plagued by despair. Are collapsing hopelessly into themselves. . We watch while sanity dies.
IN THIS HOUR THE TOWER SHALL FALL!. . Initially they rationalized. With FUTILE SPECULATIONS. Which brought about their ultimately. FATAL CALCULATIONS.
From somewhere in the darkest depths. Within the cloth of secrets kept. Out of silence death maintained. Resounds a voice that shakes the frame. Listen now unto the call.
The final chapter has already been written. The story has been told. In another dimension, beyond the reach of time. There is no more, no more to behold.
I bear these scars. A constant reminder of my own inadequacy. I've held everything and nothing all at once. And all at once been altogether broken. But even scars fade with time.
If my body was broken open. And You could look inside. Would You only find flesh?. Just the useless parts of an obsolete machine. . Would there be any sign of life.
Au bresil on va dancer la changa. Serrer de gauche à droite cest la changa. Doux brazil coller. Doux brazil serrer. Doux brazil coller. Doux brazil. .
A legio infernal. Ergueu-se para a batalha final. . O cu tornou-se vermelho. A luz do dia desapareceu. A noite suprema e macabra. Onde o cristianismo morreu.
Slay Gabriel for his words are denied. And let the unspoken form a race. The most beautiful angel agony amplified. . Court the nephilim to their rightful place.
A chant so powerful. Leading storms and fire. . Slay the limbs of the sacred ones. Offering death by flames. Assembling symbols of unholy fate. Invoking six thrones of pagan hate.
Gathered warlords of Hell. The pentagrams fulfilment. Begin the cast of the spell. To lay the curse upon them. . Apocalypse glance. . So demons possess humanity.
Dominions of death. Divine death. . Satans tyranny. Lucifers monarchy. Belials dynasty. Leviathans anarchy. . May our souls forever be. Enwreathed by the blazing.
As I'm sitting out here basking looking up into the sky. Well, I'm amazed. . How it all just hangs together I watch the clouds slowly float fly. Well, ain't it great.
Break my heart tear it apart. And spit me in my eye. Confuse my head treat me for dead. And fill me your lies. . You don't have to know your lines very well.
Dedicated to the memory of Elizabeth Bathory 1560-1640. . All dressed in gold and purple the beauty awaits the night. Knowing what will satisfy. Aware of Her delight.
I drink the blood. From cup of death. I sip the milk from tied up. Angels holy breasts. I fuck the whore and eat her flesh. And when the daylight comes.
Patricia Lutz, aged 20, Baltimore, Maryland. Hollywood bound in 1983. Leaving trashed marriage behind, budding happy full of life. The city of sun and sin, the journey to hell begins.