Released Hatred reigns again In the name of eternal evil The day of convocation Fulfills the prophicy of destruction Absorption of light Thorough human
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Master, take wing over the desert And parched land Master the art of suffering A divine dance Summon the master Mouth incendiary evocation Black flame
For they dwell beyond the Gate They have to be summoned When MARDUK's not watchful And sleeps, When he has no power And the Great Bear hangs From its
Close your eyes, beg for the light that never be allowed to you it doesn't belong to your God anymore it crosses my path now you're mine I'm the master
Calling all mothers and fathers Come get your sons and daughters Right now they're on corners Finding ways to cure their boredom
It is written in the ancient legends... that high amidst the moon-swathed peaks of the great Mountain of Shadows, hides the aeon-weary threshold of the
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
[Music: Schulman] [Lyrics: Schulman] Bloodthirst reflects my freezing hunger Shadows are born in a twilight fire Tyrants lusting at the castle The final
[Music: Bergholtz, Dinsdale, Svensson] [Lyrics: Dinsdale, Svensson] Gather me courage and gather me strength to find the infinite source of disdain To
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The blood thirsty, born on the wind Hellbent, outside looking in Voices that carry on nightly Don't ask, just go in now blindly I'm bloodshot, thrown
No one ever lived a thousand years Not like things we do or say Some of those who really changed this world We would welcome back today They could really
(Lyrics by Sabathan) I awake the eternal flame who brings desolation Into my eyes a storming hate waits to be unleashed. Darkness embraces my soul, my
Resounding through the darkness, the summoning of the wild Be a hunter for the dying or a prey for their lives Kill for forgiveness, share the grace
Still and silent in the tomb The mystery it starts to move Bound and wrapped golden faced Disorder fills the sacred place Invisible in their mindst illusive
I drew up back when Mr. Skate came back from the attack The official fag saw the cake tossed into the lake And he crossed that lake with his overpaid
Summon the servants that are chained at the throat By a tarnished chain only devoted to their prosperous fathers A grip so tight it bruises the neck
