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[Track recorded during "The Satanist" sessions.]
The hearts ov man stand open
'Tis harvest ov my gospel
Ignite phosphorus seeds
Bleed Prometheus, bleed!
Rua Elohim!
And the heavens trembled as I fell from above
No grace, no glory, no bliss from beyond
O how I miss fertile rays ov Sun
Upadłem na Twe podobieństwo
Ja karzeł niebios
Babilon i wilk.
Winem rynsztoka spity jak pies
Ciemniejszej strony księżyca Syn
The hearts ov man stand open
'Tis harvest ov my gospel
Ignite phosphorus seeds
Bleed Prometheus, bleed!
Emerge I shall
From vessel ov the broken heart
Who am I?
Twixt chaos and god - a deathless tie
Rua Qadosh!
And the holy whore swept me up from her cunt
Licking my wounds I craved the blood
Stranded with naught but pain and lies
Ja duch sprzeczności
Ze światem walczę
By zrzucić jarzmo niewoli
Przeklęta niech będzie Golgota
I owoc marności Twojej - Syn Boży!
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| Moonspell rites |
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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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| Blow your trumpets gabriel |
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I saw the virgin's cunt spawning forth the snake
I witnessed tribes ov Judah reduced to ruin
I watched disciples twelve dissolved by flame
Looked down on son ov god snuffed in vain
Blow your trumpets Gabriel!
As I beheld the bewilderment ov Eden
Break the bread...and crumb by crumb into the Leviathan's den...
Nations fall prey
Hail my return
Hosanna Hosanna
Tribe ov Judah decimate
Hosanna Hosanna
Root ov David eradicate
Hosanna Hosanna
Let wine ov Sodom fill our mouths
Hosanna Hosanna
May Sin ov Gommorah grace our hearts
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| If I were cain |
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Ascending in sectarian rapture
We are an oracle ov locust
Sanguine as yet anointed
We rave the pearly gates
Walk with me, Kaiafhat
Pilate, lead the way
I call upon Cains ov this world
We are marching to the funeral ov God
Illuminate
Adoration ov murder,
Raise up the rusty knife
To pierce the heart ov your brother
Cast your stones
Lapidate me
Cursed be the Paraclete
Pour salt into my wounds
So doth Lord speaks through thy deeds
I shall redeem my spirit
Just grace my crux with sin
If you give me the nails
I'll hammer them in
Illuminate
Exploration ov darkness
I raise the rusty dagger
To pierce the eye ov JHWH
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| Ludzie wschodu |
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Siekiera's song |
Czy tu się głowy ścina?
Czy zjedli tu Murzyna?
Czy leży tu Madonna?
Czy tu jest jazda konna?
Czy w nocy dobrze śpicie?
Czy śmierci się boicie?
Czy zabił ktoś tokarza?
Czy często się to zdarza?
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