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The Power Of Satan
04:37
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Satan! Hear me now!
I summon you, my mind
Wakens to the scent of
Incense and ripe flesh
The things I've done in my sinful life
To all around me - an intense sensation
All those acts I would commit, again, again
But right this moment I am out of wine
Satan! We are one.
My flesh is a profaned temple
My soul rejects the liar Christ
My mind burns with an euphoric parchment
In my palm I grasp the Morning Star
Such arrogance is mere comprehension
I carry the Black Flambeau until the day
I die in the name of Satan
Sworn
Unto the dark
Join us in the sweet Hell of Earth
Anger,
Rage
At lies of the
True evil god
Satan! Fill my glass!
With Infernum's most refined vintage
I hail life, and in your light I rise
My glass to the Power of Satan!
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Вы извергнутые в ничто проснитесь
И втяните в ноздри бездны холод
Голод духа по растлению плоти
Выдворил из души лже-бога
И чтобы там не блеяли попы
Папы Римские или иные
Их проповеди все пусты
Пред смерти стылой пустотою
И смертоносной белизною
Блестит-то мрамор алтаря
Покиньте лже-спасителя
Вдохните вы свободы холод
Как подо льдом ушедшего моря
Изморозь блестит на мёртвом дне
И как во сне там медленно проходит
Процессия из никуда в нигде
Мертвы глаза и бéлы пальцы держат
Знамёна в клочьях, во гнилых древках
В ногу шагают осыпая прах
Их песня – шелест душей мертвых
В разрушенной обители Христа
Собрание бесов дурно воет
Разгул страстей терзает плоть и клонит
К разврату, зная что жизнь кратка
И чтобы там не блеяли попы
Папы Римские или иные
Их проповеди все пусты
Пред смерти стылой пустотою
В глазах святых подобий хладных
Бессмыслие их учений, мук,
И в лужах слёз как в зеркалах
Бессмыслие равнодушного бога
Смертельный ливень чёрный
Эпилог наших грешных дней
Приди – затми лже-светила
Ко истине смерти мы давно готовы
Блестящий изморозью ледяной
Стоит корнями в небо лес
Среди стволов седых кольцами вьётся змей, который
Дневное солнце проглотив летит
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Fear us we wage a war
Our rising heralds your demise
The ruin of your life and times
The twilight of the daylight world
Pray that your many temples
Fall and hide you from your god
Their ruins to cry human blood
To mix with the falling rain
A storm-sign – war!
Pray for death
The end will come to all
The sky will warp
Black with hate
Into the Reaper’s scroll
Speak not to us of your saviour
He never left his stone Sheol
The prophecy lies unfulfilled
Its rest will be forever endless
Your sermons left us undeceived
Your morals are espoused by whores
We yearn to fill your hollow world
With smoke and death – prepare, weep
A storm-sign – war!
Pray for death
The end will come to all
The sky will warp
Black with hate
Into the Reaper’s scroll
Goodbye, my whores
Our time has passed
I treasured you
Held to my breast
Resigned to hold
No love, no god
Into decay
Beneath the world.
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Vagrant in the astral plane
What draws you here, so far from home?
This ideological black hole
Is radiant with consumed passion
The fragile vessels of the hidden world
Out there just beyond event horizon
Are rumoured to be filled with ardour
And highly sought-after esotericisms
The sun is in such a part of the night sky
As to evoke a new age of madness
One must embrace it ardently to
Receive abundant and unknown gifts
Those wishing to eat of the fruit
Hanging off the Golden Bough
Must first become one with an empty skull
Its eye-sockets filled with incense
CH:
Vagrant in the astral plane
Orphaned of reason in one’s own mind
Ritually taken for a ride
Through the quiet lanes of fools’ country
CH
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Слава России
01:07
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Чурки, предатели, воры
Вон за врата
Русская земля вас не терпит
Бьёт как врага
Слава России, слава
Смерть её врагам
Слава России, слава
Список расстрельный вам
Блудные разумом деятели
Ничего и некогда
Русские строят и делают
Сгиньте с дороги нам
Слава России, слава
Смерть её врагам
Слава России, слава
Список расстрельный вам
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Do you believe in God?
All sin accounted for?
A magical man up in the sky
Watching over your daily life?
The mad rantings of long-dead monks
Recorded in the Book of Lies
That would have you that god is all
Yet evil is the work of demons
Youth Against Christ
He could not save himself
And in his tragic fiction
His god abandoned him
We do not need such gods or saviors
Youth Against Christ
I am no longer young
And I pass my torch to you
Carry it far and hold it high
Never a-let the Black Flame die.
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Demons - Rise!
Answer as I call your dreaded names
Horror lies
Deep beneath the raging ocean waves
Grind humanity to powder
Filter it through time and pain
Drain all reason and compassion
Passion and all hope in vain
Dissipate a pint of blood
In nightmares for a hundred seers
Bring to boil for a day
And two thousand years
Humans - gather
Praise my name as I deliver hate
Curse you - perish
This will be the last and greatest plague
The semen of a million ghouls
Spilled for artificial beauty
And finally - the bloodied foetus,
The saviour's return to nothing
A droplet for a drinking well
A teaspoon for a lake
The rivers run with bile
The oceans foam with hate
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Stormhate of Evil
03:49
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Darkness!
Howling in the highlands
Look up you peasants, see
And to your ramshackle homes flee
As vellum clouds roar
Send emerald cascades below
The storm nears
The storm-hate of evil
Fell voices sing
Unholy verse
And turquoise lightning lashes
A highland monastery
Lies in ashes
The virgin cult below it - spoiled
The dead arise,
Bent by the wind
The alpine moors a-wondering
No god will help a hapless pilgrim caught here
Unsafe travels and unkind visions
Until the dawn, a sure thing
Here, the angry storm is king
A storm-hate of evil.
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A spiritual plague sweeps the land of Oc
A heretical faith in Christ, no clergy
No church is recognised and what is worse
There are no sacraments or tithes
A creature both pestilent and insane
A possessed limb of the very Satan
Allows this to go on in his lands
It can't continue any longer
True Christian men of Île-de-France
Gather your arms and mount
You are here-by south-bound
With Christ on your shield, go and slaughter
How will you know your own - by God
Put all you find to the sword
The Lord will know his own - the Lord will
Take their souls Onward
Wretches of Devil's foul design
Blinded by him spiritually and now
Blinded but one in one eye
Walk to your doom off Montségur Château
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Cold clear sky
Through a raven's eye
A chill breeze sweeps the forest
And heralds winter
And heralds winter
The sunset's last warm ray
Frozen in a dull droplet
Will there be another day?
It never seems that way
The woods stand naked, tall
Somewhere, a stream sounds
The voice carries far in autumn
And there is no-one here now
A deaf veil thrown over the world
As far as the black raven flies
The first of winter's snow descends
Consumes all in a velvet darkness
The endless months of ornate frost
White death-like fog over the lakes
The unseen moon presiding over winter storms
The pale yellow sun that brings no warmth
The raven soars in the sky
A herald of winter
Black wings - dark joy
A lonesome anticipating cry.
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