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1. TATAN Ge-vomsarg iaida laiad Tatan Ge-fifalz iaida laiad Tatan Ge-vomsarg doalim oali od oado Tatan Gemeganza doalim oali od oado Tatan Not unto every one of you Is the highest Of the secrets of Wormwood Not weeding out The highest Of the secrest of Wormwood Ge-vomsarg iaida laiad Tatan Ge-fifalz iaida laiad Tatan Ge-vomsarg doalim oali od oado Tatan Gemeganza doalim oali od oado Tatan Not unto every one of you Sin I have put &weave Wormwood Your will be done Sin I have put & weave Wormwood Dream the sweetest love The sweetest nightmares Dream the magick done Lain on outgrown graves 2. TANGO ABSINTO The bitter grapes we have took And drugs in this emerald juice Shining as flowers in morning Abloom on our graves Should we ever wake again From sleep all crowded with dead men Pride makes this cult so different From all others - Even as rigor settles in We're standing amongst them all fallen Shining as we enter circle ready To sign our lives away La Fée Verte sorcerié The taste with graveyards' legacy Shining green flames in fields Of bewitched, outgrown graves A Pale lady with the looks And a loving smile like a meathook Shining with my white bones A gift I leave her for forever twilight Spirit of the spirits said Whispering with the sweetest nightmares "Toast for the living enjoying decadence" I spell the name and ring the bell 3. CHALK FACE A chalk face Of a dead son of God Reflects on a blank stare Of his dead servants Populating this deceived necropolis That still thinks it lives Let all sons Of our inhumane Father Claim rights for a synthetic chalk face-on As ancestors Of the black art and worse Give-away for a swine herd No son of God has missed A chance for earthly love No son has ever missed a chance For love with daughters of Eve ... Or those of the first wife of Adam A chalk face Of a dead son of God Blushes with pious for taste of blood And sweat And semen and passion Behind the kiss of the One he adorned If You'll be His servants, Then let us celebrate The first and the only True Christian marriage Of a prophet and a prostitute No son of God has missed A chance for rebellion No son has ever missed a chance For rising against his Father ... And not refute the gospel of Truth to hark As reminded of when we are drunk Of thick smell of love, Panting passages of arcane hours In our high mass in the dark And a choir of latex-nuns Exalts to crescendo before Languid embrace of dawning revelations Thee art race of QBL And of angels fallen And of witchery and sword And of Tartarean abodes Night, Unknown, Chaos 4. THOUSAND SHADOWS Shadows crawl Over the Christian kingdom Shadows crawl, shadows crawl Shadows grow In twilight every inch a demon Shadows grow, shadows grow Shadows roll Blacken skies come down Shadows roll, shadows roll Shadows growl Haunt their graveyards with terror Shadows growl, shadows growl Cloaked in darkness we wait Patient, sharpening the blades To cut and carve our names In family tree of human waste And feed all the young With blood of the days gone by The day the daylight dies And the mother of the tousand comes ; Oh Black Goat ! Oh thou with a thousand young ! Spread a forest and a desert Where was history of human life. Shadows foul Shrouds on daylight the lifegiver Shadows foul, shadows foul Shadows own In end our dust and bones Shadows own, shadows own Shadows hold To the unknown on doorstep of yours Shadows hold, shadows hold Shadows stole What they were yesterday not given Shadows stole, shadows stole Leave no stone unground, No door with an unbroken hinge, With every curse a prayer And with every cut a gift 5. GHOST OF SATURN Grim white man All ruined of His youth black, Blood he coughs, Leaning to As death in rest A heavy tool Of the human harvest Grim old hag All ruined of Mothers' past Blood she coughs Leaning to As the agelessness A harsh tool Of the human harvest 6. THE IMPERFECT VISION Who are you That rides my back at the break of dawn Whispering too fast and too feverish Words for me to understand their meaning As swiftly as you appear, Daemon of the morning, you are gone Leaving only unsetteled warnings And the unpleasantness of being Spiritually ran through Who are you That lurks over my shoulder past midnight Quick movements in the mirror, shimmering Cold stare boring through my spine Somaesthesia The presence of a ghastly sprite Or another undead yet living thing It is enough, here I draw the line Be banished hereafter and hitherto Who are you The serpent I caught in my dreams On the pitch black attic of the skryers mansion You made known my true name threefold And the troubles ahead Lest my habits are carried to extremes Raced unwittingly towards ademption Of virtues we cannot alone uphold This transmutation, who are you ? 7. HENDEKAGRAMMATON A fine Star of the name of Hendekagrammaton, Manifest the forces beyond matter-a-fact Slate the wretched reality established In all these ignorants folly with a tension of Occult light so vibrant hidden in supernal darkness Of bondage to the Lord at the Gates of matter Free the fire ! Free the blood ! Azoth of hypertype transmigration Kill me of want before Cosmic metacentrum Free the Will Free the Twin To free my life I command thee Hen-de-ka-gram-ma-ton ! Name of Hendekagrammaton is known in deep That mirrors the stars in the fields of black Were these halls of Ancient One found today a keep Of a race drowned in dawn of our timely gap The man is flooding in as particles give way deep inside In the very core to The Dreaded One of finer matter It is already there Free the fire ! Free the blood ! Azoth of hypertype transmigration Kill me of want before Cosmic metacentrum Free the Will Free the Twin To free my life I command thee Hen-de-ka-gram-ma-ton ! 8. TRIDENTS CLASH Vel, Vel Om Namah Shivaya ! For three days and nights I have not slept nor fed Dancing and drugs blur my mind And as a proof of faith His metal pierced my face The mightly trident, cheek thru cheek Vel, Vel Om Namah Shivaya ! For thirty days and nights I haven't been outside Prayer and rice still my mind This is a proof of faith A living sacrifice Burn heedlessness in his fire Burn ! Stoke the fires up Thick smoke fills the restless air Ritual damaru Chanting and praying under his divine stare Shivalingam response A sadhulike trance Rousing me from the sleep of life towards the Cleansing in flames of agni Om Namah Shivaya ! For thirty years of life I haven't been alive Until I scrambled the mound of red hot coals That was a proof of faith Lord Shiva, Tandava He shall burn this world And put out the stars of heaven 9. BLACK CHURCH Grim gateway of tortured stone Opens in an accursed threshold : They only think it's a hall for their tortured Lord Here in so many ways a figure covered inblood, Covered in blood, Covered in blood, Another black church For the other god Another black church For the dark lord ! Crushing the weight of light Stained glass stains their altar Deceivingly faithful to measures but not right Lift for praise on black pedestal the high craft, The high craft, The high craft, Another black church For the other god Another black church Built all for all of their satans' ! Here fools pray for the fools' God Echoes go 'bout turning the prayals around The Church laughs with daimons in stone cracks Only the black abyss staring back As they lift their faces to face their savior, their redeemer Here by calls to wesper their Christ is the Lucifer, Christ is the Lucifer, Christ is the Lucifer, Another black church For the black god Another black church For the dark lord !  paroles ajoutées par Apophis2036 - Modifier ces paroles |  |
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