1. SACRIFICIO RITUAL

Blood, upon the damned altar chants, for the king of death ritual, sacrifice begins

Hear my call, -Father-

Cries of agony, feel death very closer you're the chosen one, my knife looks for a prey

Father, accept this offering virgin Priscilla, anoint in blood lost soul, searching her place in the abyss

Feel the steel, penetrating you chest, your pain screams still make me stronger you're the chosen one,

King of death's prey for Satan you soul, for me your flesh

-God's bitch, let Satan fuck your soul-

Blood, upon the damned altar chants, for the king of death Ritual, Sacrifice begins

Hear my call, -Father-


2. CRUZADA CONTRA LA CRUZ

Raised are the spears high
The bells already tolls the hits of chaos of war, so long yearned…

The centuries already advance preparing the reconquest adorning their bibs and shields,
Burning cross as mark

And the great stakes burn they reclaim the flames to the infidel one, and while, in his chest the cross doesn't shine, in my hands the arms blaze

We will pile their heads after each defeated battle, as trophies of victory and as sign of supremacy

We will pull down their walls, and cursed be the defeated since no mercy will be shown, nor memories for their fallen ones.

Crucified ones will mark the way and of their idols…
The stakes will blaze the night will give courage to the war

The centuries already advance preparing the reconquest
Cleaning the steel with their blood pride and honor as a sign

Crusade against the cross
Crusade against the cross, against their faith, against their creed Crusade against the grail, to the extermination of their people.


3. OFRENDA DE SANGRE

The Great Moloch waits for the sacrifice Mighty Baal, wake up with his blood !

The fire of your entrails remerge again,
Eternal fire of hell, illuminate us !

The great cult defeat time Blood Sheds, today to your feet as a symbol of the new age…

Great Nevaros, Give us force for the great holocaust
Crossing the gates of the temple, today,
Day of the great Apolion,
The hand of glory lights the path the great ritual of the assassination

An offering of lead, cold as death
The great ritual of agony, is sweet as love your screams are a summoning for the dukes of hell

Today is the day, the judgement day.
Today we will be great, together with the beast
Let the ire immolate us with their caresses and keep us our place in hell

The great Moloch receive the sacrifice Mighty Baal !
Honoured with the blood !

The fire of your entrails remerge again,
Already begins, the new age !


4. ESFERA

I am, in the circle of Malkuth I am the sphere of power
Inside you will be lost
Outside, I will be your perdition

Cross the line, Look at your soul
It is the key, I am the gate
Come in and accept, or you will fall
And then you will be mine, Mine !

You have to dominate the sphere Fight your soul, you will win
And then I will be yours

The gate is opened I will be too late

There is no turning back, no turning back (x2)

Inside me, both will be one
You, the weapon, I, the force
And both will be death

Come in the circle, outside you will be mine inside, the power will be yours
There's no turning back,
It's too late
You called me, do you remember ?

Shemhamforas - Det Lucem At - Profundis - Tenebras
Shemhamforas
Et Arcanum - Rituali - Invocatum - Daemunum.

Pater - Glorificanus Te - Imperator - Omnipotens
I am the circle of Kepher Now I am the power.


5. NUEVO ORDEN

Black banners will flutter again, at the mercy of the wind of our land,
Victorious banners !

That fill with faith just seeing them, and make that never the cracks of our great warriors tradition be closed

Great kings will return to seat in their thrones of glory and the white enemy fields will be stained with blood… of christian blood !!
Our undefeated warriors will behold the result of their Vengeance !

War, Chaos to begin the new order
Steel, fire, to demonstrate the supremacy

This is, the work of the Iberian night
More and more, hundreds of warriors plot their revenge in silence

Art of war Art of war
A great clan, warriors of the new law united in battle, for the new order, straight to truth

Take my hand and follow me let brandish the weapon.

Wisdom, let mark the path together or maybe you are afraid of conquering the glory ?

And our walking won't tremble by the fear of death and the hooves of the horse will echo again
On the valley where we were born
…Strong !

Great Lord of the armies ! Give us power today !

In the distance I can see
An ancient warrior how in his dead bed still sing his warrior chants and intensify our wrath

If one of us would fall, the other will fight for both
If one of us would doubt, other will laugh full of faith
If one of us would die, his soul won't end in the battle because every combatant has a God
Together with their comrades !


6. GOETICA SUMMA

Let my temple be the universe
And all that surrounds me
Seven keys for eight gates
Being eight in one
Open your eyes !

Ollugro le y azreuf al ed, anrete datnulov la ed olobmis se adapse im.

The chalice, the knowledge an desire
Tentacle, divine shield, protect me

Temple of eternal wisdom
Protect me in your death Let every drip of blood
Be a dominated desire.

Will, divine force
Guide me in your path
Make me knower of your truth

I know at the end, my wish will kill me
And it will be the end, of the great trial
What is behind the mirror it's me !


7. FUNERAL

Hello Witch, begin your macabre dance
The sons of the night, start to go out
Their chants of death already are heard

We attend everyone to the great meeting
Around the moistened graves.
The ritual begin and it can be felt
The power of the magic in the cold night

And bewteen the pantheons it can be observed
A light driving me towards that place
And once there, I can glimpse
The sons of the night, the invocation begins

You, shine among the dead with your own light
You, among the shadows you will our guide
You, brother in the othersphere,
Make us feel your presence !

You, with your magic, you will be magic
You, are slave of the darkness
You, black soul, of the lost paradise.

The chants of death
Cover me with their magic
And clouds of storm
Close the nigh in the sky.

It dawns, the macabre dance ends
The sons of the night, begin to leave
And already the silence of the death are listened
No trace of the dark meeting
Just a corpse that isn't in its tomb.