my lord gave me the faith brought the obsession gave the love tha pain the liberation I am in the darkness besides me the nonentity the god died
in the darkness I am washing my face with the blood of the mute virgins being raped for sacrifice
I am inside of you my master in your eyes on your lips
oh... master of mine I am inside of you as the scar of unbelief as the might the obsession!
I am inside of you as the birth of sin as the mark of hate
as the devilish mark it's time to possess the forces of god!
3. Athyrium Typha Luciferi
my eyes are the truth my eyes are deflucing my eyes are captivating
the power of my beauty is inside of me the power of my might is inside of me
the darkness is message for my soul I felt the blasphemous wings I am ready to die
I am the devil's call the liberation of unholy blood
I am the devil's call within the crippled dream within the burning mist in my tongue I am the devilish wind the lie on the altar
I am the devil's call my song is my blood my song
my power stands in my soul in my death astaroth... this is the devil's call
4. Diaboli Necronasti
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5. Sacronocturn
oh god I have seen my reflexion in your eyes my face was not there I'm a child of a devil
oh god look at me this is my belief it's me that changes the wine into the blood and my body is to be eaten by your congregation
oh god look at me this is my belief
I wanted to extinguish the candles on my own altar I've tried to conquer the day which smouldered my body I've tried the blood from my own face I've tried my own crown which kneds before you, humiliated the dark ones in hoods have taken everything they have trodden my ceremonies and burned both my god and his woman
they cried to the sky stand up you bitch take the wine cup and the roses from your naked knees cover your pure desires
I saw their scream burning saw them licking up their tears saw the holy night burning stained eyes supsended in the darkness
crowded crosses at night filled altars at night sacronocturn the lonelyness disappears among tears the belief is vanishing among crosses sacronocturn
blood brotherhood is belief destruction belief, that's sitting in your hips in your hips there's a hidden fear against the holy sign against smell of incense your womb took christ hhis ribs rubbed with your breast lika a loft a holy covenant has come I know, that your hips have taken a god and they demand a new one
crowded crosses at night filled altars at night sacronocturn
6. Avasatha Pagan (Prophetical Part III)
god you were a martyr not worth praying your grave won't be adorned with flowers but with infants of blood
satan touched the dawn and devoted the sky to his powers the sky born in the blood but out wedlock
god, I scoff at your wars cause you graves been spat with fire you won't be eternity you won't be nothingness
