Behemoth (PL) : Thy Winter Kingdom

Death Black / Poland
(1993 - Self-Released)
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Letras


1. THY WINTER KINGDOM

Enslaved in a cloud above the vast sea
I've finished my journey through the 7 incarnations
The blaze of my glory die out for this world
As the blaze of my rusty steel died

Dark forests, unknown vast lands
Were my home, my dream which came true
Wild as eternal fear of the blackness
I live primeval life under the horned one's rules

Steeps resounded with the howl of the wolves
Searching alone for the victim
And from the deep forest rises you chant
About the god of cold winds and desire

Crushing the last wound of the crucified one
I stalked the path of the sword, fire and blood
My armies of the ships like dragons
Spread fear among the holy lands

Altars were burning with black fire
For the master of eternal spaces
Born for our blood and fiery steel
Victorious wave of warfare and mayhem

Immortal, invincible, dark warrior
(I) leaded my troops through countless battles
And the scream of the dying was our pride
I split a lot of blood, stole human souls, cruel

Now it's time to finish my journey, to rest
I fall into oblivion with weapons
No one will feed my razor with blood again
And the ships sing the psalm of the immortal...


2. THE DANCE OF THE PAGAN FLAMES

Oh, cursed profanated thougths of glory return to me
Receive my every fall, my every pain and misfortune
And wrath will born inside you
Stronger than sounds of bells
Primeval instincts will wake
Pagan brothers of our blood
Professing to the majesty of horned evil

The war we'll begin
Will be the final fall of god's flock
We'll have a bloodbath and covered with gore
We'll praise the name of the highest
What's you fallen god for us
He had leaded people to eternal slavery
His angels falling into night like dead swans
To rise never again

Pagan around the wooden symbols
Transmitting the power from hands to hands
Blood for god of gods, king of kings
Unholy master


3. MOONSPELL RITES

From the dark ancient temples
Horrible palaces
From the land of dark forests
Kingdom of snow and frost
Where true evil dwells
Where flames are spiritual food
Where black satanic holocaust strikes
And people are baptized in blood
I come with the northern winds
I remain true, closed in icy heart

Moonspell rites!

Cold, I'm standing in the moonlight
Demons return to me every night
Fill my soul with sacred power
Mystical whispers resound with hallow echo
Spread out my hands
Cold, north majesty rises
Unsilent winds strike this pagan landscape
Where gods sit high on the oaken thrones

Moonspell rites!

I'm the dark warrior, presented in flames
Carried on the hellish wings of fire
I discover the deepest desires, feel delight
I destroy all the god's laws
I am almighty, immortal power

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