NUNSLAUGHTER


1. IN THE GRAVEYARD

Lying in a crypt
Await the break of day
Mind is void of thought
Guts churn with decay decay

In the graveyard
The dead shall forever rot
In the graveyard
Bodies buried in the plot

Eyes are frozen shut
Body is rigid and cold
No life in the ground
Mourners come to weep to weep

(repeat)


2. TORMENT

Time of torment
Evoke the rites
Liers in wait
Blind fiends
Face the abyss
Desolate
We are lost
Beginning the blaze

Aiming the cross
South towards Hell
Vanquish the soul
Evil Phantom
Ocean of fire
Gate is open
Creature of pain
Kingly tomb


3. HELLCHILD (VENOM COVER)

Hellchild

Demon of delights you won't fight

Hellchild

Tonights the night tonight
I walk the streets of darkness
Indulgence in the air
To late to save the few
Who knew of what and were
But as I near the answer
Grows into a lore
Satan's commandments
From the pits of hellfire roar

Hellchild

The midnight oil is gathered
Scents of lust ignite the air
Bodies naked golden writhe
Their beauty without care
Babylon their peasants dream
My talisman drink the blood elixir
In pyramid demand
We have told you once before
Now you listen and take heed
You are a servent
To the dark immortal breed

Hellchild

I walk the streets of darkness
Compulsion sings despair
The beast dictates the words
For every soul to wear
Black mist Mendes whispers
Locked behind the door
Take the keys to egypt
And sing your evil score

Hellchild


GRAND BELIAL'S KEY


4. THE TRICIFIXION OF SWINE

Awkward passage to Asgard's halls
Illuminated by the cartilage of saints
Portions of the past rekindled
Constructing the final chapter of the saga

God fell to his weak knees
The weight of the wooded icon was unbereable
He glanced at the laughing crowd
One final prayer for ill tempered heretics

The tricifixion of swine

Townsfolk sought justice through the hammer
The Jew slave was pinned up for display
Red win dripped down his virulent spine
Angelic powers rendered useless

The tricifixion of swine

No reason to dig him a grave
An honorless Hebrew deserves not a pyre
He possessed none of the elegiac magnificence
That breeds among the neo-paganists

It was the tricifixion of swine