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Christening In Blood
06:14
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So many souls, they cry from yore
Numberless and woebegone
They err in limbo, a futile toil
Their bones are crumbling deep in the soil
Still so far from firmament
Wherein salvation is still to be dreamt
Amid the thrones of heaven
Their prayer wasn't heard
A lost offering of life
And blood of the saints
Adorned in Scarlet, Babylon whore
Is drunk with martyrs blood
Their martyrdom has sanctified
Altars made of gold
Upon their mounds the beast was born
Behold its filth and seven horns
Amid the thrones of heaven
Their prayer wasn't heard
A lost offering of life
And blood of the saints
I pray for the eyes to see
I beg for the wits to know
To discern the rightful path
And set myself upon
I wash my soul with blood
I wear the crown of thorns
To consecrate my sacrifice
To sit among the holy ones
Upon their mounds the beast was born
Behold its filth and seven horns
Amid the thrones of heaven
Their prayer wasn't heard
A lost offering of life
And blood of the saints
Amid the thrones of heaven
Their prayer wasn't heard
A lost offering of life
And blood of the saints
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2. |
A Hundredfold Cursed
06:52
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I look upon your lives so thwarted
Greatness promised but never achieved
Essence of being blemished with awe
Besotted mob with grace foregone
There will be no redemption
No solace and no refuge
Stars will not align for us
We have paid obeisance to a foul phantasm
I'm not a misbeliever
Yet You want to see me burn
You all are blinded in your zeal
You are the devil's tool
So benighted in your deeds
So I'm a hundredfold cursed
My hermitage, my harbour of otherness
My asceticism, my heresy
I fled from unendurable sophistry
From bereft jesters wallowing in duplicity
We are such indolent heirs
Always deaf for prophet's words
Burning pyre against the wisdom's torch
Our ancestry traces from the void
I'm not a misbeliever
Yet You want to see me burn
You all are blinded in your zeal
You are the devil's tool
So benighted in your deeds
So I'm a hundredfold cursed
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3. |
The Pharisee's Tongue
07:41
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Torn - Betwixt the sovereign will
And the prompts of the serpent - the bringer of light
Freedom is the sweetest fruit, liberation in the truth
Defiance I laud, I despise your wrongs and your rights
Oh please let me in, let me drink from the well
Of the wisdom clandestine
Reveal all the knowledge and open my eyes
For the truth I dare to seek
I've lost all my faith and denied words of saints
It's been the lifetime of revolt
I'm so tired of liars, I've been one too long
I've listened to the Pharisee's tongue
Lost - I'm a prey of the tempters
Seized in their soaring temples - shimmering mirage
I'm soaked with their impiety, ephemeral deities
I fathom my soul, my heart has been cladded with stone
I evoke - high heavens and hell
Endue me with will to prevail - impregnable faith
Wretchedness lies ahead, treachery has left its den
Oh please let me in, let me drink from the well
Of the wisdom clandestine
Reveal all the knowledge and open my eyes
For the truth I dare to seek
I've lost all my faith and denied words of saints
It's been the lifetime of revolt
I'm so tired of liars, I've been one too long
I've listened to the Pharisee's tongue
Forever I seek, ceaselessly relish my creed
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Weigh my heart and deem me worthy of the blissful life
Let me walk through the field of reeds
My embalmed body waits for the burial rites
And my soul flies to the Duat's gates
Twelve names of the demons
Twelve incantations to pass
The hall Judgement is waiting
The final assessment impends
In the shrine of the Jackal God
The ceremony has begun!
All deeds of my lifetime
Against the feather of truth
Ammit, devouress of the dead
Will consume the spirit impure
Patron of souls, conduct me to the afterlife
Watch me over when I sleep
Sit atop my tomb to protect my mortal hull
Guardian of Theban necropolis
In the shrine of the Jackal God
The ceremony has begun!
In the halls of the underworld
The Jackal God collects our souls
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5. |
In Hoc Signo Vinces
05:08
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I will tremble the walls of Rome, in the Orient I will raise my throne
All the west I reclaimed and Byzantium shall carry my name
Apparition in heaven above, divine light descending like a dove
This God I invoke, to perdition I sentenced my foes
In this sign you shall conquer
In the sign of the invincible sun
Holy cross on shields unbroken
You will see your adversaries bow
Sole ruler of the West and the East, one God for all to believe
I recoiled all your rites, impious and profane in His eyes
I am made a partaker of truth, with freedom of will you can choose
A great council is held and the Church is about to prevail
In this sign you shall conquer
In the sign of the invincible sun
Holy cross on shields unbroken
You will see your adversaries bow
With this sign I will conquer
With the purity and power divine
I profess the words of gospel
With the baptized soul I will pass
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6. |
Moloch's Uprising
04:37
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Still not appeased, still teaching his deceitful ways
We're in procession of the golden calf
The time is short and he is aware that he is lost
He smashed the heel but he will lose his head and tongue
We see the world is falling down, down into the fire
The burning guts filled with putridity
We're feeding Moloch's hunger, we broke all the commandments
Can we atone, can we reverse our path?
He masquerades himself, in order to fulfill his goal
He is disguised as the angel of light
Manifold ways to divert us from the narrow gate
Straight to the wider road which leads to certain hell
We see the world is falling down, down into the fire
The burning guts filled with putridity
We're feeding Moloch's hunger, we broke all the commandments
Can we atone, can we reverse our path?
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The sun is black - two heads of snakes above its curve
Heralding sign of doom
The riders in the snow, steel sings a chant of blood
The secret is about to be forged
Into the south where the Mountain lies
The march of slaves, the wheel of pain
Sold and forced to strive in the pit
Hands in shackles but heart is free
Into the Mountain I'll return
Where spawns of Set have built his cult
I'll break the spells of the demigod
His head will roll
His head will roll!
The towers of the sect are multiplying like rats
Impudent heist to steal its gem
Brought before the Zamorian throne, The king - old and alone
His only child mesmerized and gone
Into the south where Mountain lies
Where flesh prevails over than steel
To conquer death on the tree of woe
Yet wizard's magic will take its toll
The pyre is burning in the night
The mounds await a final clash
Grant me revenge oh mighty Crom
Let me reclaim my father's sword
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