We must burn to ashes To rise again With a threefold glory Prepare yourself For the unhallowed day When our souls are fit to climb And the fools are
SydA¤meni, Kylmempi kuin KylminkA¤A¤n Talvi SilmA¤ni, kuin kaksi lampea Vihaa Uhkuvaa Sieluni, Mustempi kuin SynkinkA¤A¤n Kuilu KA¤teni, kuin kaksi Miekkaa
I have gone far beyond the pale The invincible sun eclipsed and bound Languid with absinthe, a muse I sought From Demonic apparitions as pleasant deliverers
Cryptic lore of the Black Crosse As transversary called by Dee Sinister with latent horror After the sixteen next the gate The Evil Angels Minsters and
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The lunar current within the earth It curls around the ashen, uninstructed mortals Damn them, damn them who pity! They shall be smitten and fed to celestial
Under Autumn trees Black is my heart and Dark shall it be I Forsake the evergreen Gray Wisdom Churns the Coppered leaves I am Blessed with Truth Ascending
Ge-vomsarg iaida laiad
A chalk face Of a dead son of god Reflects on a blank stare Of his dead servants Populating this deceived necropolis That still thinks it lives Let all
Shadows crawl Over the christian kingdom Shadows crawl, shadows crawl Shadows grow In twilight every inch a demon Shadows grow, shadows grow Shadows
Who are you That rides my back at the break of dawn Whispering too fast and too feverish Words for me to understand their meaning As swiftly as you appear
The bitter grapes we have took And drugs in this emerald juice Shining as flowers in morning Abloom on our graves Should we ever wake again From sleep
Grim gateway of tortured stone Opens in an accursed threshold They only think it's a hall for their tortured lord Here is so many ways a figure covered
Vel, vel Om namah shivaya For three days and nights I have not slept nor fed Dancing and drugs blur my mind And as a proof of faith His metal pierced
A fine star of the name of
Grim white man All ruined off His youth black Blood he coughs Leaning no As death is rest A heavy tool Of the human harvest Grim old hag All ruined off