For everything around me which I experience is cold and dead The blood of others are of a colder substance and taste Therefore I must spill and serve, The blood that in me runs vibrant In the frost of the dying minds, Of Western society I recreate It will be the resurrection, Of the brotherhood of holy death In the year of the Holy Roman Empire, Of night times to come and last The day of which I shall, Lay my sword upon your throats Upon the mighty warriors, Of the land of northern regions Upon the shores of our desolate coast within the waves I can see the wreckage floating ashore of the dying culture And so I greet those who still have eyes to observe and see And who still have courage to break through into the dying light
You have now entered from the womb In my reconstruction from deconstruction Where instruments of genetic distortion is me Abandon your pious ways You Between sacrifice and worms It will Take you lifetimes of dying to live again In my strata of war And you think that death is finally home Morphing in cell structures The future is still hidden Time bends like mirror light I am in your mind You are part of me As me in you, you in me
In the century where man dies We the huntress of the hollow hills Must put ourselves above pity Above self deception as law We must be again as once were We the soul of the earth As reaping time descends The sour gain of mercy withers Into the night we must go into the darkest abyss To a level of consciousness unknown to Christendom We want life we crush the dream of heaven As we bring the blade down one swift move We are the chosen ones chosen by will to life You life lairs crawl on you banded knees As you finally die you will eventually have lost more By not living by the sword than what you lose in death Not by mercy by strength we end your pity lives Not by spirit by flesh we awaken the beast within Knee deep in your repulsive blood we march Victorious by the power of our minds and bodies Watch the twilight of your god As you system cracks and all your life is dead priest Take a look into our minds Feel the pulse of omnipotent strength Take a look into our souls Feel your life drained of everything that was Hear my words feel my wrath Your death is sweet All your life is dead priest DEAD!!
In a circle of stars In the afterglow of the last war Do you hear the voice? Nothing but demon ashes remained You lost everything you believed But me the reconstructionist the voice All paranoia of rotting drugs What could be Satan himself? One star left in the rotting ocean You scream in birth all of you A river left... a river of blood Of life... a new All paranoia of rotting drugs What could be Satan himself? I feel the light breeze The sun takes control And nothing here remains But you but me
Witchcraft, blood and Satan Meet the face of Death Blood Fire Torture Pain KILL
Witchcraft, blood and Satan Meet the face of Death Blood Fire Torture Pain
Winds of war, winds of hate Armageddon, tales from Hell The wage of mayhem, the wage of sin Come and hear, Lucifer sings
Command for blood, command for war Command for Satan, command for Hell Command for blood, command for war Command for Satan, command for Hell Command for blood Command for Satan Command for you
