13 ian. 2009

VULTURE LORD

Blasphemy Awakening The Warhorde Where were you in ‘92? When thoughts became action Christ was fought with fire Where were you in ‘94? Squealing like a pig When they knocked at your door Where were you in ‘96? Entering a new scene Unaffected by the past Where were you in ‘98? Living the lies That we once used to hate The millenniums should be ours United militia beneath the surface Ready to strike our feeble foes With determination, force and wrath Individual thoughts upon a strong foundation Would secure the existence of a global (underground) movement Where extremity and hate is the essence Where all weak links are mercilessly removed So, where were you in ’92? When thoughts became action Christ was fought with fire Where were you in ’94? Squealing like a pig When they knocked at your door Where were you in ’96? Entering a new scene Unaffected by the past Where were you in ’98? Living the lies That we once used to hate __________ The Rite Of Satan Black church Satanic temple Hooded priest (with) Sacrificial dagger Black candles Upon the altar Virgin rape Black mass The rite of Satan The rite of Satan The rite of Satan The rite of Satan Unholy prayer Chanting coven Infant meal Animal torture A pentagram Carved in flesh Opens the gates (to the) Lord of Hell The rite of Satan The rite of Satan The rite of Satan The rite of Satan __________ Lord of Vice (Deliverance Cover) From the depths, you feel my touch Look into my eyes I am Pan, I am Satan Lord of all vice, Antichrist Know my mercy, hear my laugh See your world, before the storm I am Pan, I am Satan Lord of all vice, Antichrist Drink my blood, eat my flesh Feel my pain, my little child In the past, where heroes died Before my throne, to await the day Now your souls, belong to me No time for sorrow, no place to flee Give to me, the mark of fealty Free to ravage, yours the choice I am Pan, I am Satan Lord of all vice, Antichrist Antichrist, Antichrist __________ Storming With Vengeance We await the night in the shadows of (the) day Waiting for the sign to rise upon the sky Riding on out metalclad machines Defend yourself, or you shall surely die So grab your crosses as we run you over Burn your towns and desecrate your kin Hide your daughters, or they shall get it Your god is fading in our pagan pride Christianized by swords, Dechristianized by machinegun fire 1000 years slumbering, for once again to rise No compromise, now that our forces unite Heaven sinks in their tears for the damned The holy chose drowns in their pity for man The trinity gasp for their final breath, While mortals still (are) fighting like jackals ‘til death White, wurstbrot soldiers With black pounding hearts Are storming with vengeance Blood, fucking vengeance!

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