Now the darkness in naked Now the chaotic dance in the fog Which draws the insane eyes It overwhelms your trembling body Everybody is dancing round this emptiness The successor has already been chosen From God's peers
He's wearing purple And He seizes the throne His insignia burning His hands And nobody gonna compensate The tears they cried Everything dies In this moment
God himself puts out all fires With your blood The faces rinsed with red Rotting like maggots in the mud It's mystery of begging and death The sun of hate and curses Born among the contempt
The subjects on they knees Bitterly accept things It the way they stand The world had belonged to God Now they want to crown Satan
2. Darkthurnal (Eternal Shouts)
The body of the night is the ugliness Full of waiting It's the unknown In which Devil found The source of my fear
I'm in the middle of this night Enveloped in sickness I'm in it I'm in the middle of eternal flame And it's priestess invites She's unknown An introduction and the end
Kneeling against her I don't kneel but words Crying against her Tears are abnormal Capable to provoke a storm With my unbelief
Only the fire and the water The Unknown God is eternal
The body of the night is the ugliness Full of waiting It's unknown Everyone of you is in this night And everyone looks for his own god And everyone cries:
Unsaint shouts Spat the sky Unsaint shouts Spat to God
3. Dies Irae
At your command The dried darkness started Gloating over the last So marvelous banquet Rummaged out by the laughter Of desire
The ferryman stood up And poured the blood on the table A noise was made God himself raised his tired eyes And went worried away
Satan was looking avidly Attracted woman with his eyes And possessed one alive on the table He laughed at gods Laughed at their helplessness He showed the beauty of his body Changing into snake He slipped between things Gods couldn't spot that Choked by immortality
It's a night of unification And Satan laughed at their old age
He will give birth to The god of one moment Of one tear Who having touched the blood Will find death in it He was full of contempt for another gods But he suffered cause he knew That his son, who would never Experience nether suffering nor joy Would die having touched the blood And there's plenty of blood everywhere
If you were a creator, Sun The Power would fall down before you And children would fall down before you And children would and the feast on they knees
In you were a creator, Sun You wouldn't have let gods to come to Earth And tears are gathering together And laughing at our weakness And our subjection that resembles The dog's subjection
4. Rituals Sceptrus (Mystery, Prophetical part 1)
Crucified sacrifice Are sinking in the mist Their weeping's like a brand And dogs are waiting By the crosses For the night to come
Come from the abyss Do not unfetter us Do not let the words sound
Just as a pearl Pick the satiating fruits And dies of delicious taste So the mist makes The thorny shrub lie fighter On the crucified head
Wake your lips up Wake your arms up Like a lost soul when praying Give the sceptre The sceptre of Satan
The subjects Without dreams Without power On their knees Lament overwhelms the darkness Priests sweep their eyes Over burning crosses Priests angrily look Are the prayer weeping The prayer Prayer in blood The prayer Prayer for blood
And the death of them Turned his voice To the sky And the demented riff-raff Is crying, tears all around Unchained hands that tear Throats to pieces Sa that they won't sound again
