(Her) Nights spent succumbing to the brilliance of Blackeyes, feeling the. warm embrace of your hand, memories like salt on a wound, dominate my new. found spirit land..
(Her) Nights spent succumbing. to the brilliance of Blackeyes,. feeling the warm embrace of your hand,. memories like salt on a wound,. dominate my new found spirit land..
Look at you, fastened by sheltering blanket.. Did you think I'd forget how sweet you taste,. nay my umbrageous heart still yearns for you,. and still to peruse your love is such a waste..
From the north, from the south,. and from the east and from the west,. we invoke our ancient gods and goddesses.. Bless our conjuration,. for we have gathered from lands afar..
[music by Aphazel, Lyrics by Grimm]. Reveal to me, let me see, the precious face of yours. In darkness, where I'm alone, come forth with your wars. You, forever my lord. You, forever my lord, I always deny jesus, son of god. Creation, never done by god, salvations, I find in the goat, Lucifer, brand me with your mark, Lord of darkness, come out from the dark ! Red morningstar, watch me attack, I shall reveal, weak son of god, forever the human lies spreading all wrong, (crushed by) all his evil arts, evil arts of war! Creation, never done by god, salvations, I find in the goat, Lucifer, brand me with your mark, Lord of darkness, come out from the dark!.
[Music & Lyrics : Jesus Christ !]. . up from grave. I come to break the spell. . slept with corpses scraped. dry blood from veins. . dark clouds above shadow hallow.
Eurus, we call upon the east wind. Notus, we call upon the south wind. Zephyrus, we call upon the west wind. Boreas, we call the north wind. Spirit mother hear thy pagan son.
"Obscure forces of the shadows I call you!". I'm the one who raped the children of Abel. I am the wicked King of the night. And I am the wicked King of the night.
On this site of reflection, you came to me as a ghost. Near this monument of the fallen, where one hears the sad last post. . Celebration in the city of Ypres, again a new year was born.
Innocent games of unwritten spells as a child,. animals are companions and mentors,. and the moon my night side mother.. . No one understood them, few comprehend now!.
How deep is your sleep?. That I may not interrupt your turbulent dreams?. Disrupting the sanity of slumber,. the vile and wretched creature. from the astral realm stands right before you..
Last man standing. Last man standing. . Victory! Last man standing!. Valhalla!! Last man standing!. . Shattered and mortally wounded. On the battlefield they lay.
[music by Aphazel, Lyrics by Grimm]. You lie still, forever dreaming. Belior, thy serpent calls to thee. Hear me, mighty Cthulu, living on a dream. Cthulu, Lord of dreams. Tiamat, Lord of Seas. Ariel, City of sleep. Cthulu, Lord of the Absu deep. In his arms made of yearn, dead Cthulu waits but dreaming, the enemy rose, Hades, be the kingdom, to cover the earth. Cthulu, Lord of dreams. Tiamat, Lord of Seas. Ariel, City of sleep. Cthulu, Lord of the Absu deep. Hades shall come, back to the earth. In sleep, death's son, unifies. Belfritz, here she unfolds, the secrets of the dead ! Cthulu, Lord of dreams, Tiamat, Lord of Seas, Ariel, City of sleep. Cthulu, Lord of the Absu deep.
[Part III: Disciplines of Caine]. . My wrathful cries of anguish. Filled that dismal night. I tore at my flesh and drank my crimson tears. . When I glanced up.
Hail to the Celtic tribes. Hail to my Ancestors. Hail to my Forefathers. Hail to the Germanic tribes. . No one could conquer. No one could take our Land.
[Caine:]. 'Alone in the darkness I can hear. The sweetest voice. Whispering words of surcease. And I rejoiced!. . Who would dare speak to one so. Condemned as I?.
Hate!. Take the blood, take the blood. Of my enemies. Total hate. I want them to die. Total misantropia. Who needs weak flesh or family. Total misantropia.
Black clouds fill the day sky. In the primitive lands of Nod. As the two sons of Adam offer up. Their gifts (of pride) to the one reigning high. A dark fate born by sacrificial fire.
Sons of Laconia, under Lycurgian law. 300 noblemen, ancient world in awe. Facing Xerxes might, no hope for victory. Still Persian blood coloured the Aegian Sea.
Death herself had chosen me. To let me watch that gruesome scene. And she held me in her daunting hand. Amazed by that macabre view,. My heart begun to pulse.