Of all my children, none so beloved. my sweet Zillah, none so desired. her tender skin, her blood so saccharine. I was mesmerized by her enchanting eyes..
My wrathful cries of anguish filled that dismal night. I tore at my flesh and drank my crimson tears. . When I glanced up appearing in a myriad of stars.
(from Gallia to Germania). I still hear the ancient warcry. (Roma to Brittania). I still hear the ancient battlecry. . The great old European heroes, the proud old European names.
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?.
Blasphemous rites. Churches in flames. Satanic oath. Blasphemous rites. Churches in flames. Obscurity reigns. Feast on meat. Drenched in blood. Denial of Christ.
Once there sailed the North Sea. The North Sea wide and cold. A ship heavily loaded. With the world's most precious gold. . The enemy ship was floating.
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.
Oh remember the proud Hellenic civilisation. The cradle of Europe where it all began. Or the Portuguese and Spanish Armada. Overwhelming Thy power, a tribute to the south.
[Music: Aphazel - Lyrics: Deadly Kristin]. . I saw your face one thousand times in my dreams. his mark clearly shown with eyes like burning coals. . like the demon goat.
As a hero into battle. At the side of Joan of Arc. Glorious Marshalls of France. Gilles de Rais. You were the one to insult. an important priest. Never afraid to face the enemy.
Mithras, God of the morning, our trumpets waken the wall!. 'Rome is above nations, but thou art over all'. . Mithras, God of the morning, our trumpets waken the wall!.
Longing for the Ancient Kingdom. Darkness still awaits. Searching for the Ancient Wisdom. Let Fear reign once again!. . Evil calling. . Evil calling. Evil calling.
[Music & Lyrics: Aphazel]. . prodigious forces of rage and entropy. buried in golden seas under lost horizons. a black hearted creature has now awakened.
All heaven and earth were still. As if God's paradise never lost. None could foresee the silent (approaching) chill. (in the shape of raging heathens).
[Music: GroM / Aphazel - Lyrics : Deadly Kristin]. . walking by the side of my old tired horse. after months of blood red battles. . finally on my way back home.
Walking in the dark. Not caring where it leads. It begins to rain. Drenched in cold (I madman). I see a girl. The feeling of alone. I am drawn to her.
Land of frost and misery. No hope for the future. Only the darkest goal. Only the darkest dreams. Darkest desires fill my soul. Land of Frost and Misery.
Out of the night that covers me,. Black as the pit from pole to pole,. I thank whatever gods may be. For my unconquerable soul.. . Invictus! Invictus!.
Wir sind Gtter (We are gods). Gott ist der Mensch (god is man). Sein ist die Hand die schaft (his is the hand that makes). Sein ist die Hand die verletzt (his is the hand that wounds).
Goat horned god. Wandering free in the woodlands and mystical forests. To thee I owe my manhood. For thine sexuality is untamed ans pure. Satyr-king for centuries worshipped.