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mystic voices lead me to suicide
I will unite my flesh with him tonight
blasphemous son in my veins
into the magic circle
lord of dark winds
obscure my soul
burn my eyes
make me see illusions
burning in black flames forever
the child of my morbid perversion
is screaming glory of darkness
sing the occultic psalm
with the book of eternal oath
I created the face of the goat
unholy psalm to lead the souls
blood means the pact with my lord
cold winds of doom prevail
7 horns sing the prophecy
glory to the darkest depth
revelate my eternal prayer
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primeval god finally returns
comes a sound of triumph
I hear his voice
a dawn of evil prayer
a raise of million hands
revelation of our dreams
I open my eyes
I'm into the tomb
feel a touch of cool
carry beneath the gates
...and now lucifer comes
rides on the wings of winds
opens the gates of ancient towns
leads us to eternal delight
among the thousand flames
from dark to black again
his eyes are dark and cold
like northern frost
and icy breath
is a wind for the faithful
bring me there
where daylight never exists
and people live on gloom
bring me there
where I will be free
from god's tyranny
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my black face in the shadow
of the pentagram
among the silent forests
in the never existing town
my fingers touched the sky
I was god in forgotten times
jesus and his servants were
sucking my feet
...lucifer, give me the power to rise
now I'm fallen
a down of misery
among the blurs of evil
hidden in morality
I had power to destroy god
my demons ruled the crowd
now I can do nothing
alone in black crypt
...satan, give me the power to rise
but there will be days
when I shall rise
a dawn of my kingdom
slowly comes
I will fight again
will take your mind
to sit on the golden throne
somewhere in the sky
...belial, give me the power to rise
...oh... oh... satan, give me the power to rise...
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[Hellhamer Cover]
Was it tomorrow
Or will it be yesterday
When abolished, rotten instincts
Will, for the last time, be awake
And malice, slander, and hate
Will rule the ignorant heart
[REFRAIN:]
Aggressor - Deceiver of Reality -
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[Ragnarok cover]
Embraced by darkness
I hear creatures so lifeless
Laugh at me
I feel the wings of death
Reach out for me
I smell its breath a smell of evil
Cold air twist my skin
The pulse of infinity chokes me
Bless thee for granting me pain
For blinding my eyes
And cleansing my mind
...immortalize my soul
Mirror so divine
Show me my dreams
Drams of hate
Where the blood
Of my enemies is spilled
...make them real
As I scream in pain
My final scream
My being dissolves
And fills the emptiness
Now I am all
I am the hate in man
Blood spilled in my name
...in sacrifice
Feeds my hordes
To carry out my dreams.
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[Originally appears on "Endless damnation" reh. Demo tape 1992 e.v.]
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Pure paganism I worship in the woods
Forest's mountains never saw by human eye
Kingdom of the ancient and horned evil
Covered by golden wood and black thorns
My armor like a bark of old oak
I rape my wounds and blood flows down to the ground
Covered by the snow naked crowns of trees
Like crying mothers Slavonic worshippers
Pagan warriors hide in frozen wood
Like black statues born in the heart of winterevil
Ride on the thunders and moonstorms
Where the land is open for full witching moon
Mouth kiss the leaves fallen in the past
Fingers touch the frozen land
Pagan fears fall down on icy skin
Wild eyes filled with dark-red blood
Are staring into depths of virgin forest
Where my grave on unholy land
Covered by the snow...
Winds carry me through Transylvania
Virgin evil hidden in the blackest heart
I joined the ceremony of wolves
Where unsilent gods sit high on their goathrones
Now the majesty is ready for pure holocaust
The feast of Babylon whore and her wolf
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They came from the cold north
Carried on the wings of waves
No one knows the cult
Bloody acts were only a legend...
Eternal hate and horned sodomy
Came to the lands of virgin's goodness
Moonless night showed me their return
I saw drakkars between the silence, in the dream
When the witches called the spirits from forest
From hornedlands to lindisfarne...
Lords of the fjord, turned daylight
Into December frost, fathers of ice
Proclaimed the new century, marked the paths
Which I follow now, enter the forest
Like you open your veins
In the night of the pagan union
Witches among the night, lead me to the horned moon
I entered my evil soul to fortify my frosty hate
Freezing breath of the blackheart fill the interior
Pagan wings rise me over the evil palace
Massacre will be the beginning of iron holocaust
Evil enters the skies for the return of sodomy
Black snow covers the horde of Christ
Winterwinds destroy Jehovah's palace
Ancient spirits proclaimed the return
Coldnights await like hungry wolves
The powers join among the mountains
The oaks sing funeral songs of frost
I drink the blood for all pagan souls
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enslaved in a cloud above the vast sea
I've finished my journey through the 7 incarnations
the blaze of my glory die out for this world
as the blaze of my rustly steel died
dark forests, unknown vast lands
were my home, my dream which came true
wild as eternal fear of the blackness
I live primeval life under the horned one's rules
steeps resounded with the howl of the wolves
searching alone for the victim
and from the deep forest rised you chant
about the god of coldwinds and desire
crushing the last wound of the crucified one
I stalked the path of the sword, fire and blood
my armies of the ships like dragons
spread fear among the holy lands
altars were burning with black fire
for the master of eternal spaces
born for our blood and fiery steel
victorious wave of warfare and mayhem
immortal, invincible, dark warrior
(I) leaded my troops through countless battles
and the scream of the dying was our pride
I split a lot of blood, stole human souls, cruel
now it's time to finish my journey, to rest
I fall into oblivion with weapons
no one will feed my razor with blood again
and the ships sing the psalm of the immortal...
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mystic voices lead me to suicide
I will unite my flesh with him tonight
blasphemous son in my veins
into the magic circle
lord of dark winds
obscure my soul
burn my eyes
make me see illusions
burning in black flames forever
the child of my morbid perversion
is screaming glory of darkness
sing the occultic psalm
with the book of eternal oath
I created the face of the goat
unholy psalm to lead the souls
blood means the pact with my lord
cold winds of doom prevail
7 horns sing the prophecy
glory to the darkest depth
revelate my eternal prayer
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oh, cursed profanated thoughts of glory return to me
receive my every fall, my every pain and misfortune
and wrath will born inside you
stronger than sounds of bells
primeval instincts will wake
pagan brothers of our blood
professing to the majesty of horned evil
the war we'll begin
will be the final fall of god's flock
we'll have a bloodbath and covered with gore
we'll praise the name of the highest
what's you fallen god for us
he had leaded people to eternal slavery
his angels falling into night like dead swans
to rise never again
pagan around the wooden symbols
transmitting the power from hands to hands
blood for god of gods, king of kings
unholy master
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flames reflects in my eyes
the wildness and hate are born
I draw the magic signs in the air
the pride, act of holy bastards burnt
here's no more place for them
there's no day, only the moon and the night
I turn into ashes all the holiness
I destroy the altars of contempt with my sword
then I hide in a blackrain, naked trees
the depths of the forests are my home
as the wolf I appear this night
as the wild dog I'm howling with lust for blood and hunger
I'm the warrior of the night obsessed by hell
bringing hate, pain and desire
I observe the blackwitches of beauty
protected with the shadow of my sword
they gave me the wisdom, fed with blasphemy
they assist in my every journey, my heart belongs to them
at midnight I call the winds of mayhem
the power of the horned evil protects me
I see how Jesus tears mix with angel's blood
in my visions I observe...
how the skies turn to black, with the upcoming fire
I'm playing with the view of this night
I love the gloomy landscapes of my world
obsessed like an animal, old as the planet
I speak words of the ancient knowledge
I give you things, which in paradise
could be only a dream...
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observe the message from the darkside of the moon
spectral warrior all in icy steel
as I proudly touch my cold weapon
the pagan steel sighs with the fullmoon
[WARRIOR:]
so the war has just began
enslaved nations of the tombworld
can finally reach their weapons
[NARRATION:]
evil arrives in glory, comes on the four winds
and the masters of hellthrones
ride the darkness on devilwings
forces of the earth unleash the storms
[JEHOWAH:]
final day is here my children
lambs of christ, my believers
we must destroy the reign of evil
[NARRATION:]
and the holy armies of heaven rode the sky
all the angels saw the abyssic fire
and some of them threw the swords in fear
and fell down into the pit
[HORDES OF THE GOATLORD:]
our mayhemic, bloody steel
with the thunders of the drums
wil crush the weak holyness
[NARRATION:]
the forces gathered down the haar-meggido
spilt with hate all the angels blood
in black chaos hell reigns
[WARRIOR:]
so we won together with the evil winds
streams of blood flow through the land
open for the sons of satan
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[Mayhem cover]
Demonic laughter your cremation
Your lungs gasp for air but are filled with blood
A sudden crack as I crushed your skull
The remind of your life flashes by
A life that soon won't be
Smiling with axe in my hand
Evil's rotten hand you'll see
I come forward
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From the dark ancient temples
Horrible palaces
From the land of dark forests
Kingdom of snow and frost
Where true evil dwells
Where flames are spiritual food
Where black satanic holocaust strikes
And people are baptized in blood
I come with the northern winds
I remain true, closed in icy heart
Fire!
Cold, I'm standing in the moonlight
Demons return to me every night
Fill my soul with sacred power
Mystical whispers resound with hallow echo
Spread out my hands
Cold, north majesty rises
Unsilent winds strike this pagan landscape
Where gods sit high on the oaken thrones
Fire!
I'm the dark warrior, presented in flames
Carried on the hellish wings of fire
I discover the deepest desires, feel delight
I destroy all the god's laws
I am almighty, immortal power
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flames reflects in my eyes
the wildness and hate are born
I draw the magic signs in the air
the pride, act of holy bastards burnt
here's no more place for them
there's no day, only the moon and the night
I turn into ashes all the holiness
I destroy the altars of contempt with my sword
then I hide in a blackrain, naked trees
the depths of the forests are my home
as the wolf I appear this night
as the wild dog I'm howling with lust for blood and hunger
I'm the warrior of the night obsessed by hell
bringing hate, pain and desire
I observe the blackwitches of beauty
protected with the shadow of my sword
they gave me the wisdom, fed with blasphemy
they assist in my every journey, my heart belongs to them
at midnight I call the winds of mayhem
the power of the horned evil protects me
I see how Jesus tears mix with angel's blood
in my visions I observe...
how the skies turn to black, with the upcoming fire
I'm playing with the view of this night
I love the gloomy landscapes of my world
obsessed like an animal, old as the planet
I speak words of the ancient knowledge
I give you things, which in paradise
could be only a dream...
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In the night of fullmoon sacrifice
We are joining with the sign of drums of war
Freezing moon opens the gates of paradise
Our swords are raised up to the skies
Pure evil and hate!
Sodomy and pain!
Where the holy angel's dwell we'll burn it down
We'll turn on hate god's flower of love
Brain of lust we'll spread everywhere
Our pagan brothers will sodomize Christ's flesh
Pure evil and hate!
Sodomy and pain!
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I've met in surrounding me nature
Spirits and deities wielding the element
In a field, in a forest, in rocks and caves
and I won their goodwill with sacrifices
Horses carried me to the skies
White, beautiful steeds... beloved
I was attacking brushwood violently
I touched motherland
PERCUS! Magic circles and black stones
PERCUS! Forest spells and damned souls
PERCUS! I find worship in you
PERCUS!!!
They will return, dance like fire, as before
They will return, to the trees
to the forest of mine... to the kingdom!
The thunderer demons
guards of sacred spot
during those cold nights
they found peace and consolation
Between the gates of Pomeranian kingdom of magic
They will reign again the thrones of mighty fatherland!
I rediscover their power and charm
To defeat like a sorcerer
Like thousand years ago
oaken castles from millennium before
They will rise once again...as a sign...
PERCUS!
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