Ich umarme die Finsternis Seit dem Tag an dem meine Reise began Always embraced the Dark Since the day my journey began With length of time We gain a
All heaven and earth were still As if God's paradise never lost None could foresee the silent (approaching) chill (in the shape of raging heathens) Through
Land of frost and misery No hope for the future Only the darkest goal Only the darkest dreams Darkest desires fill my soul Land of Frost and Misery Blasphemous
Wir sind GA¦tter (We are gods) Gott ist der Mensch (god is man) Sein ist die Hand die schaft (his is the hand that makes) Sein ist die Hand die verletzt
As a hero into battle At the side of Joan of Arc Glorious Marshalls of France Gilles de Rais You were the one to insult an important priest Never afraid
Death Messiah You're the one Occult dreams aren't your goal Why you preach the Black Book When handcuffs & whips are Your game Death Messiah Your religion
world I talk of not of mercy I talk not of fear The hopeless warriors of a Willing Doom Children of Italia In ancient times "Roma Caput Mundi" De Verenigde
Once there sailed the North Sea The North Sea wide and cold A ship heavily loaded With the world's most precious gold The enemy ship was floating To
to Caledonia) I still hear the ancient warcry (Ellada to Helvetia) I still hear the ancient battlecry (from Lusitania to Hispania) I still hear the ancient
We ask not the pleasure that riches supply Our weapons shall regain What betrayers must buy Throwing back the invaders Reigning our land and waves And
Longing for the Ancient Kingdom Darkness still awaits Searching for the Ancient Wisdom Let Fear reign once again! Evil calling Evil calling Evil calling
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Noble Caesar, forgive me But I was the knife ending Thy ambition Yet I held Thy standard proudly As Thy legions burned the world Oh gorgeous Minoan empire
Sieh das Morgenrot im Osten! Die Welt ist ein Feuer! Sieh das Morgenrot im Osten! Befreit ihre Seele (Behold the red dawn in the east! The world is a
Mithras, God of the morning, our trumpets waken the wall! 'Rome is above nations, but thou art over all' Mithras, God of the morning, our trumpets waken
ancestors did) Season's change Season's change Traditional music containing the soul of a people On this cold winter night Again a circle completed and rituals more ancient
Arise! Invoke the blasphemous Name The Lord of Sodom The God of Cain Joy to the flesh forever Joy to the flesh forever My body is a temple Wherein all
Toi, qui comme un coup de couteau Dans mon coeur plaintif est entree Toi, qui fort comme un troupeau De demons, vins, folle et paree To make out of my