Through The Sumer fields I ride My Beacon of Silver Light A fertile Crescent The Bearer of Plague Under iron rule (of) Patriarchs of christ I refuse
Превод: Enochian полумесец. Crescentian.
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Thee I Invoke, Spirit of The Overcoming With Drugs of MASHU, My Shaman Magick Self-inflicted, be Thou The Sword behind me As I go Afar, to The Age of
I call The Fire from within. Let Thy Flames grow stronger and burn higher till the enemy is won within me. Let Thy Fiery Tongues lick my soul to Charcoal
Him that is fallen, the physical sun Progenitor of the devil, serpent of time Adjustment at the will in Teloah we are alive And in darkness enabled to
I stand proud atop of the mountain Made of Skulls of my enemies I am True God among the mortals Bow before Me!!! I Rape myself with my own Might I ride
Come bringers of sickness and death Ogiodi, Iopgna, Atoglo and Rmlaon I invoke thee evil angels Come forth to vomit thy grief Gah iad oi as momar Spread
On This Night of Fullmoon Black Candles Burn Ancient Magick Runes Proclaim His Return The Nocturnal Winds are Howling in the trees Whispering: "The Desolate
The Shattering sky and Soaring Blackness Torn by the wind, my eyesight Fails Centennial Blood-Feud, The Craft of War Transcend even Death itself Cut
From the past the winds of Melancholy blow... I hear The Call of the ancient wind I feel its blow (and) its Freezing Cold And I see no more... For the
I believed in me Young Blood coursed in my veins Innocent and naive No Harm befell my path I'm A Cut on A Teary Cheek Dark Whore, The Salt in your Wounds
There are skryers Seers of the ways of wyrd Who face the damned spirits And the Hellish vaults below Spirits come, they come, came in numbers yesteryear
Baptized by Force (VA¤kisinkastettu, ENGLISH translation) (the one who was) Baptized by force Has made a fist out of his Anger Reddened with Blood (
Damnable Dominion (of) basalt walls and Sepulchres Unquiet, GHARNE Landscape Coarse - grained perceptions, Inhale exotic Drugs God's Shadow Looms, Ancient
Raged and burned Longer than the stars in the sky The Fiend shall conquer Turn away your heads Blackened and shattered Terrible and sublime Man is the
Do you dare to join the choir Of opened skin and weeping flesh Dare you take this sharp key And penetrate the carnal wall What treasures will it reveal
