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Hand of God
03:31
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Torn from the void, you rose, a tainted soul borne from a womb of hate and of pain
and of legions crushed.
And to their end they his sealed fate, choking on the blade of valour lost
A kingdom snuffed, and I am heir to the seething shame
At the foothills they marked his anguish raging
for those, ´to the East´.
For the dogs, whet from the word of crown.
And those old wounds bleed anew,
Succumbing to the fang of Herod
To the villain
With the larcenic gaze
And deadened heart
The omen spoke of a disloyal guard
quills waged war against our righteous sword
a titan caged to the will of a listless hoard
Certitudes virtue, turned flaw
Hand of God: from the flame I gift to you the traitor’s tongue
God of Light: midnight weed poison his mourning song
God of Death: the battle robe for the patriarch of war
Hand of God: crippling grief in a fiend so real
Hand of God: the hour calls for acts of hate
God of Light: A tsar reborn to serve only one
Hand of God: his sceptre emerges from the fog
God of Death: go forth nefarious one!
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Bedevilled by Sorrow
08:02
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Call from the watch as my nerve awoke, a spirit of infernal black
a soulless wretch laps horror and pain, gouging love from the eyes of a child.
They had seared me with the blade of hades, a ghoul obverse to God´s light.
Yet here I stand in the revenant land, a phantom from a world below.
into the crimson night, I scale the face of stone, drawing trust from the darkness, they will mark me, I, the king.
The hammer fell from midnight sky and we danced, the prodigal and I.
Heed me son, from that pure womb a soulless tyrant was born,
he revels in lust upon a bespoke throne, as my kingdom is forced fed a lie.
Avenge me! Quoth the caitiff, a warlord reduced to a swain.
A foulness you always knew, their wedding my funeral finale, draw me out from your rage within, I am summoned to the flames of hell.
Fallen into to a grave unknown, from vengeful tears he will rise, a rabid beast choking on hate, an idol for the cursed, for the bereaved.
This, will be your gilded one; he drank murder from the palm of my hand. Death, will follow him now, his heart claims victory over the mind.
This, is a pact fulfilled, I showed him the way into the shadows. Alone, in a world so cruel, the knowing conquers the fevered dream.
the eyeless shall encroach no more lest my lust be appeased. To enter the turmoil, and face those winds, a debt you must concede and call forth the one who heeds.
wait upon the hour, for the sap behind the shroud, for the welp beneath a crown, for the sorrow in the robe, for the naked fear.
Sulphur burns within, reason falls behind, look beyond the veil, for the well of mania, who chants in tongues
and he calls my spirit, to the circle of nine and he could banish me here, frozen for all time.
Within my grasp, a foul creation? an instrument of death, or a summoning knell?
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Black Mantle
05:40
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And there I marked him
the sorrowed one
an aura disfigured from a graven light
mystic and solemn were the verses spoke
an allegiance to grief and not the cries of war
He stared into me with an eye from beyond
a parting gift from the monarch gone
To still the howling
from the cavern below
the carrion awaits for the sign to be reborn
And he be slain
yet no blood be spilt
a trifle grievance from a child in pain
his oath to the kingdom not a bewitching sight
not blinded by the aversion he vowed
And my deliverer
he be the spiritus one
my secret is sealed with a serpent of hate
And you I beckon
spell the ways to the grave
from the hearts of men to the cesspool of the depraved.
I am bound to my liege the amain of his will evokes doubt
Their kingdom rests upon the lineage of a sole ménage
If no dagger be raised ruination must gestate from within
And when their blood be ripe we will suckle from their veins.
Upon your knees, begging mercy from God, whose divinity you strive to desecrate, and you taunt him still, with intent blaspheme, I mock his contempt, the Acherontic rivers will cleanse the irreverent.
Whisper sanction, to my stake in that land, and you I´ll liberate, shelter you from the lustful of idol death.
by the power in me by the Holy See, grant you a plenary indulgence and remission of all of your sins.
So, speak!
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Communion
05:44
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A fool wanders lost throughout the night
A weakened heart envenomed by lies
Fractured, he thought he could fight
Engulfed from the unlight
He´ll not bow, not to a man nor to son
He´ll enslave the will they thought was free
From a vow he´ll snuff the righteous voice
From the flesh, he´ll amend the loss.
Led by a hand, now not his own
The flicker of memories long ago
retching from the poison in his veins
Dragged into the cold light
And he pleads, in prayers, calls to me,
Within the haze, he eyes me like a child
Be you be shunned, my light can never leave
For I am god, but my kingdom you will never see.
The angels look toward the fallen one, who, borne on earth anew, takes rite of the flock and those whims of wrath shall crumble for I am the lord of men!
The pain and grief you claim, vex you, is mere vapour from the river of Cocytus, it is here where your soul will bathe, for your grandeur, for your honour, for your righteous communion.
The lust wears as it grows, the thirst none Devine for heaven or earth? And name desire, and sing its grace, why seek from without, what calls from within.
Hold your tongue and bury your truth like those before, I call order. Beg me now child of sin your time has come to greet the father with the blood that he spilled for you.
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Crimson Equinox
04:29
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Why I in that weak piping time of peace had no delight to pass away the time, unless to spy my shadow in sun and decant on my own deformity, and therefore since I could not prove a lover to entertain those fair well and spoke days, I was determined to prove a villain.
Here they bare the tyrants scar, mark the wit of dark intent, treacherous acts for pleasures of the flesh.
The stage be set for witchery, drink in deep from the foulest night, memory of your guiding star alive.
a sure hand will clutch the blade, the wisdom imbrued in you, usher the strength to cleave the royal lust.
They be what to you? Spiteful snakes who smell the prey, sucking the pulse for their heart that´s cold as ice.
And in times of pain, look beyond their gaze, your will be steeled against their pleading ways. In the barren well, there they will see a light. The grievance of ills will lead their fate.
The palace a funeral pyre, a cleric impaled upon the spire. The will congealing before me, severed in life and now in death.
And gather senses men of tender faith, the hyperion land awaits your healing grace. Fortified in blood of the Iscariot, for victory, they’d die for my name.
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Martyrdom
08:15
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This be deliverance, the feeble line the gallows.
They cry out Armageddon, clutching the noose´s fray
The holy son is an anchor to the incarnate warrior and the dark seed is unearthed, the malignant force, parasitic hate. Encrusted in the resistance blood, desire now, lost and weak. Lead the patriot to the judas cradle, to helm the worlds damnation.
This be the foul reign, from northern skies to the Carpathian wild
They´d call it blasphemy, but its lucifer upon the throne
And I woke to a darkened sky and followed the flame, no Virgil to guide me. A flickering light illuminated the spiral stairway to perditions gate.
´Deviators beckon the demon within the Hellcaves´
A trapdoor swung and I fell into the gloom, horror doubling by the wailing of souls.
´Mark the spirits, a vivid reprisal, their tongues will lash your open wounds, a withered root, a hyperborean eye´.
And as I died he asked me why, ´why death for all finds meaning? ´
´Yet my flame still burns bright beyond their Christ, take this as my last offering´
´And my dear child, with sin paler than mine, I left you with your mind still wanting, yet be as it may the pounding war drum was your malicious heart pinning. ´
For those you betrayed your name conjured shame, it now bears the cross for the fallen. Hunter to some, shepherd to none, martyr the begotten nightmare. Banished and disgraced, the scourge in your veins, snuffing all righteous duty. Wars lost and won, victor theres none, a graceless pursuit toward oblivion.
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Molten Chains Vienna, Austria
Mocking death´s command by a greater will.
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