1. EVIL CALLING (INTRO)

(Instrumental)


2. THE DEVILS THROAT

Follow the wind, listen to his voice
The words he wispers
Let it get inside your senses
Because it is the voice of the devil
From his throat he calls his wanders on earth

All you dark men follow it
Follow the voice, march upright
With satans pride inside you
Ignore all deaf fools
Who can't hear it
For they are lost
Inside their own labyrinth of ignorance

The call of the devils throat
Lead through the disorders
Of a possessed world
Possessed by charity
Possessed to suppress lives
To sacrifice spirit for a god

Father satan, let us feel your power
Lucifers stars lead to your pagan altar
Where witchcraft embraces us

My spirit blows with the wind
Talks the same language
My sense full of paganism
With satanic roots
Deep in my flesh

Arrive, satanic men
His altar awaits


3. BLACK SUNDAY (FULL SONG)

Risen from the flames of hell
Ascended tothe spheres of the shining star of lucifer
The former archangel of light

Awake, you children of the ungod
Rise from your crypt of damnation
Break the chains of death
Awake the pagan winter to live
His frost shall freeze the poisoned vertues
Snow cover the sanctuaries

Of religions and ethics, I'm foreign
Precepts make me feel sick
Deny the crucifixion, scream to heavens gate
Black sunday rise, black sunday rape

Rape their minds, rape their senses
Open their spirit for the pagan lord
Who brings his light of sins

Of religions and ethics, I'm foreign
Precepts make me feel sick
Deny the crucifixion, scream to heavens gate
Black sunday rise, black sunday rape

Awake the pagan winter to live


4. MONGREL MONUMENT (EXCERPT)

Bastard of a mourning belief
Blind your believers
With a polluted shroud
Bastard without a legitimate begetter
You dawn your kind

Mankind enslaved, their prisons
Your palaces, their keepersparsons
Power of creation dazed by
Sacred wine, Chocked with hosts

That's how you gather your lambs
Around your monument
You lead them in their blindness
Stir their dependence with fear
Which lies like a freezing shadow on earth

I shall be lost side by side with the devil
But he will stir no dependence no fear
I am real, human flesh, human blood
I do what I want and I only justify to myself
Don't plead for divine forgiveness and grace

Trust the world, trust in father satan
He is the jackal inside you, your flesh, your blood
Remove the shroud and cover yourself
With the cloth of being

See through the shadow of the monument
Bring down his palaces of falseness
Get out of the coat of the lamb
And accept the beast in all it's powers


5. THOU SHALT SUFFER

Thou shalt suffer
Thou shalt moan
Creep in front of those you tormented
And ask for remission for
Thousands of years of lies and humiliation

Thou shalt suffer
Thou shalt moan
To the confessional you built yourself
Confess your sins to the world
Confess all your offenses to the world

For living as parasites
In this world
You shall now feel her misanthropy
Her blood you spilled
Come to pesticide you
Harvets your seed, chocke on it
No more opression, no more lies

Feel now the satanic power
Of earth, of nature
Destructive it is for those
Who dare to ignore it
Cause we are with it

We, the sons of evil, sons of the pagan father satan

Mighty, destroying, building
This is the master of the earth

Thou shalt suffer
Thou shalt moan
Thou shall burn in your own purgatory


6. WHERE WITCHES BURNT (EXCERPT)

Follow the dark side of nature
Take the path I went
The one witches and druids took
In ancient times
In times dominated
By occult rites, by acceptance
Of human flesh and its desire

Pass the gate with me
And I'll show you the area
Of the human zenith
No wrong pride
No wrong morbid desire
Only the law of stronger decides

I wish to die where witches burnt
And my ashes scattered
To gather with their shadows
Follow the dark side of nature
Take the path of druids and witches

Pass the gate with me
And I'll show you the area
Of the human zenith

Gather with us, take part in our ritual
Hear the words of the magician
Listen to the songs
Is it the speech of the wind
The fire, the earth
Strip of the dress of our civilisation
That poisons and squeezes you to death
Bring death to the compulsions
And let yourself fall into reality


7. MY MORTAL FLESH

If one day my life is too desolate and stringent
And this world is too narrow for my free spirit
There will always be a way out of this hole
I can free myself from this
I pass earthly broders with no hesitation
And I dance eternal magic dance

What I need my soul for
I give it to satan
My black heart belongs to death
The black powers are my daily bread

And when I leave this existence
My mortal flesh might rot
Yet my virtual spirit shine bright
Satan grants me immortality

Take me, the enemy of Christ, by the hand
Lead me through galaxies to the edge
Of space and time and show the existence
Of his power, of his black eminence


8. NARROW REFUGE

Man of church, bound to your vow
Limited in your belief
Praising salvation after death
But pain upon earth

Prisoner of abstinence
Trying to repress your instincts
With psalms and prayers

Inner voices you call devilish
Force your sins, stir your desires
Flee to your refuge
Of incense and crucifixes
Entreat to your god for strenght

But the voices will stay
They are your human nature
The beast inside all
Trust the voice, free the beast
Take his hand and let yourself go
To desire of flesh, to ecstasy of sense

Don't be ashamed for your greed
Don't be ashamed for your sins

Never to kneel before a god again to confess
You will rise on satans path
And with your inner beast
Until you realise
You are your own god


9. I'M THE VANITY

When I was young I was truly told
That the man who hung
On the wooden cross
Should be my king

But when I grew older
My heart became colder
I felt nothing for the sick man
Hanging without any power
In an unholy shower
Of tears of this weak true believer
I only felt the unholy fever

Against him and his christianity, therefor I am the vanity
Of everybody who believes, they only are victime if thieves
Raping their life and soul, you, miserable sad priest,
Will never reach my breath

'Cause I belong to him
King of nature, king of life.
He gives me the strenght
He makes me proud
To you, my horned king, I shout
In my fight for my own being
I will not be a victim of seeing
My life going without any lust
My wishes are my first must

I don't live for a paradise
And for all the others religious lies
I live now, here in my way
All the religious cannot betray
Me and my way of thinking


10. LAST SHEEP SMASHED

The night brought the storm
A storm of unnatural power
Unnatural blackness
I sat in my room
Windows where torn open, burst
The chilling wind blew into my face

I fought against the storm
I stepped into the opening
Then I saw them the riders of the apocalypse
They rode the storm
And with them came darkness

Something horned came upon me
Stayed before me, inspecting me
A goat, blacker than hell
It took me with its mighty horns
Upon its back

We rushed against the storm
Thunder, rumbling became louder
Lighting flashed and then there was silence
In the eye of the storm

And so I rode together with
The others, spreading
The apocalypse across the land
Fear, despair, panic, hysteria everywhere

No hope, no mercy, no shelter
No way to escape
The storm will howl until
The last sheep is smashed by it's mighty horns