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Curse of the Necromancer
06:18
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Transient
Lurking
Cursed
Entranced and chained
The weakling lays his head
My night begins
Eating dreams
Consuming lives
My pleasure is sin
Walking lightly
A thief of life
Sweeping down within
The mind of my prey
Revealing my grin
Enslaved strigoi
Mine, you shall be
Killed and cursed
Never to flee
Necromantic ritual
Conjured immortality
Harken its rise!
The coffin will lay empty
Harken its rise!
The coffin will lay empty
Resurrected
Shrouded in black
Your power dwells in me
Transient
Lurking
Entranced and chained
Enslaved strigoi
Mine, you shall be
Killed and cursed
Never to flee
Necromantic ritual
Conjured immortality
Harken its rise!
The coffin will lay empty
Harken its rise!
The coffin will lay empty
Yearning
Stabbing
Worship
Supplicate
A puncture upon the body
A heart ripped from a corpse
Steaming blood drips down
Running in curved lines
The spite of a tradition as old as time empowers the blade with which I strike
Lust for power over the living
The dead be my domain
Reanimation
Running in curved lines
The spite of a tradition as old as time empowers the blade with which I strike
Enslaved strigoi
Mine, you shall be
Killed and cursed
Never to flee
Tormented ring of life
Struggling
In the shrine of failure
Grasping at eternity
My shrine of failure
Grasping at eternity
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Ozark Winter
04:49
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The hunter arises in the sky
Cold and daring
Riding on the wind cold
Seeking after the one below
My hate fuming in murky billows
Grim gathering, pale moon
I worship in black flames
With the fervor of an Ozark Winter
My cold chains made of souls
Petrified into iron links
Armor tempered in baths of virulent flesh
Golden light reflects off the clouds signaling the deed be done
Darkness falls and the night takes her son
Degrees below in seething frost
Boiling trees in cauldrons of snow
Winter ritual in an icy fane
Blood warms the athame
My hate fumes, calling out
Finding the one below the circle
I worship in black flames
With the fervor of an Ozark Winter
My cold chains made of souls
Petrified into iron links
Armor tempered in baths of virulent flesh
Golden light reflects off the clouds signaling the deed be done
Darkness falls and the night takes her son
Blade forged in fires unknown
The alter empty, ready to receive
Howling in supplication
The wind knows my name
Ozark Winter!
Indifferent be thy name!
Leave me to wither
Under your timeless gaze
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All hail the lawless beast
He who with wrath conquers
All hail he who death is without
I invoke thee, Worthless One
Split open the gates of Hell
Rebellious aggressor manifest thyself
Belial!
Angel of Hostility
Dark visages looming forth
Chants and whispers
Infernal host in fog
A diabolic pact
Rises from the bog
From the chalice of Belial
We flow in abandon unholy
Flood the streets with daggers
In His name
May they strike in hatred
The mob they massacre
Holy ones violated
Rotten fires consume them
The root of their goodness is guilt
Belial! O Lawless Beast
Belial! O Worthless One
Filth of the innocents
Bathe me in crimson pain
The King’s darkness-ripened fruit
Nurtures me
Grinding teeth
In sulfurous agony
Debauchery and madness
Despoiling souls
Belial!
Belial! O Rebellious Aggressor
Belial! O Angel of Hostility
Dark visages looming forth
Chants and whispers
Infernal host in fog
A diabolic pact
Rises from the bog
From the chalice of Belial
We flow in abandon unholy
Flood the streets with daggers
In His name
May they strike in hatred
The mob they massacre
Holy ones violated
Rotten fires consume them
The root of their goodness is guilt
All hail the lawless beast
He who with wrath conquers
All hail he who death is without
I invoke thee, Worthless One
Split open the gates of Hell
Rebellious aggressor manifest thyself
Belial!
Angel of Hostility
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Clench fast to your neck
Reveal the berserker you always were
Fallen down upon the altar
A goblet spills forth in red rain
Ritual from ages past
Held in esteem
Riches garnered from the faithful
A plague of goodness
To sate your evil
You praise the god of might
When all is well
But you may create a pact with Hell
If you’re begging for your life
Sliced up with the deliberation
Of a thousand summers
Hot and dry the blade slides in
Finding purchase with your soul
Violet liquid flows
From the squirming offering
Cast down into the din
Silenced in pits of gnashing
Only when the sky is obscured
With truth by your chimneys of righteousness
Only when crimson sigils of name and purpose
Are seared into black mistakes
Only when the spider in the garden
Has sucked your decadence dry
Only when the chapel rocks
Become cursed by your inquisition flames
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Countless mind numbing nights
In vision a dream of drunken madness
Dark worship held under the midnight moon
Heinous the power of dark drunken rage
We are
We are
We are
Devil scorned and whiskey drunk
Whiskey in hand devil worship true
Lost souls in an alcoholic madness
Wandering woods of pure hate
Bleak darkness shrouds the mind
Revealing untapped darkness in the mind
Strangled hopes for a lost thought
Wandering woods of pure hate
Grim fucking hatred in an inebriated mind.
We are
We are
We are
Devil scorned and whiskey drunk
Whiskey in hand devil worship true
Lost souls in an alcoholic madness
Wandering woods of pure hate
Bleak darkness shrouds the mind
Revealing untapped darkness in the mind
Strangled hopes for a lost thought
Wandering woods of pure hate
Grim fucking hatred in an inebriated mind.
Countless mind numbing nights
In vision a dream of drunken madness
Dark worship held under the midnight moon
Heinous the power of dark drunken rage
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