1. THE FOG IS DESCENDING

(Instrumental)


2. ECLIPSE OF A COLOSSAL RUINATION

As the dead hand out of the earth
We return to this eternal war
To crush the debtors skulls
And enter in this field again

Apocalyptic brightness on the horizon
Unexplained eclipses in the heaven
The return of sinister fire
Has been announced

The symbol of the coming ruin
Is plotted in the night sky
The total end is very close
And nobody will survive

The coming sunsets will be cold
A thunderous chaos the last scene
Will be the reign of the death
The testament has been approved

The flames will be fed by enemy’s corpses
Long lines of slag
Waiting for his moment
Cries are heard reverberating
In the darkness forever
In forgotten forests

The last thunder has been invoked
Loaded with a colossal wrath
A monstrous revenge hope to debtor's heads
Infernal chants are heard with his returning


3. OLD STORM

We are fighting, waging battles
The enemy's front are mourning
Each that marches in the den
Shall face the wrath, our fury now it's burning!

The old storm is returning!
Time of the past to make rebirth!
For our pride we still march!
Our persistence shall never fail!

All hail to the times before!
When we expected to the roar!
Who indicates to go to war
To expel the conquerors

The old storm is returning!

The old storm is returning to make the past rebirth!

We are fighting, in the stage
the enemy it's demolished
Each that marches in the den
Shall face the wrath, our fury now it's burning!
...It's returning!

For our pride we still march!
Our persistence shall never fail!
At the thunder we will fight!
And we cannot be defeated
Prepare... To The Old Storm!

Hail....
Hail....
To the old storm!

Hail!
Hail!!!...

All hail to the times before!
When we expected to the roar!
Who indicates to go to war
To expel the conquerors

Hail...
Hail...
To the old storm!

...Prepare
Your self
...To the old storm!

The old storm is returning!
Time of the past to make rebirth!
For our pride we still march!
Our persistence shall never fail!


At the sound of thunder we fight!
By the smell of enemy, we became hunters!
The lands of home we defend for!
And to the old times we pray for!
Hail to the old storm
Hail... To the old storm!


4. BLAZING CREST OF DEATH

Angry blazes falling
The voice of the fire blaspheme against you
Our flag required to be soaked
My raging instinct was awakened
You are the witness of this nightmare

I demand all your blood for the flag

All my men are outside
Like hungry black wolves
To raise your head in the air

The incompetence should not be here
Our pride will not be stained
Weakness is for the self dejected minds
... More scum for this earth

Wave the crest of the death

Our tree cult must be watered with blood
And its fruits are empty bodies
Hanged corpses is the flag
To the irreverent men

Sacrifice!
For the traitor's
His blood will be
The breeze of our land

Hanged corpses is the flag

The voice of the fire claims you
Our flag must be raised
By the winds again
With the rotten blood of the traitors

Our flag must be raised
By the winds again
With the rotten blood of the traitors
...Rotted as their false honor

Sacrifice!
For the traitor's

Waves the crest
Of the death


5. MIGHTY ANCESTRAL LEGACY

Highness position in a stepped strength, commander of Brave legion
Running over carpaths in a moonlight night
Run beside at the same mighty pride!

Its time to defend which is our
Mediocre churches, planted in the middle of the old and Honorable towns...
Imposing their sick sacraments... Temple of nasty pigs
He says the violence is bad an act of evil...

And you fucking bastard, how name your psychopaths Tortures? Damn stop! You cannot hide your stupid Contradictions
Mediocrity your everyday bread

Come on fucking fat priest keep eating with the stolen Gold of the old cultures.
You are the true ally of evil greed… Your “antithesis”
God not loves the gold, you love it!

But the warriors of every ancestral and honorable Culture, that you dishonored through your lies and Punishments, now comes to take your blood in a offering Of all the older gods
The first gods of this world really are bloodier than Your gay son of god

All knowledge of the ancestors burned for your low Capacity reasoning...

The fear makes you destroy it
Return to your muddy shit and build a church inside your Ass to feel the love of god near of you

Now it’s time to take up again the swords, mallets, axes, Spears from the battleground one more time

Dead ancestors return to the last battle to the get again the lands that owns
All the old civilizations that you have trampled are true Bloody warriors, fueled by the courage of all this Centuries in the tombs

The rotten roots below each church will be raise up again To crush it
Your parasitical religion only has brings the chaos and Disorder in the entire world since you exist.


6. RETURN TO BATTLEFIELD

Return to the battlefield
It's time to open the gates
Take the weapons again
And send the troops go ahead

The banner raised
Ready for be stained
With the dead again
As a armor remain

As enemy existence
It was only rejected
From the life campaign
For his weakness

To his subsistence
Against the merciless
Legion of darkness

Surrender! Piece of shit...
You are another insignificant insect below of my boot, below of my boot
You will can’t defeat us
The withdrawal will be your last action!

You has provoked the wrath of my legion
Fighting a battalion
As a furious lion

You see? How the heads of your soldiers
Are rolling on the floor?
Now you are paying for

Surrender! Piece of shit...
You are another insignificant insect below of my boot, below of my boot
You will can’t defeat us
The withdrawal will be your last action!

You has provoked the wrath of my legion
Fighting a battalion
As a furious lion

You see? How the heads of your soldiers
Are rolling on the floor?
Now you are paying for

With gallons of blood
Your flag will be burned
With rivers of blood

Your region be drown
To the unbelievers warn
With your king's blood flow

Hey you see? Fucking irreverent?
All of your people were defeated!


7. OLD BONES, OLD SKULL PRIMITIVENESS

The true chaos awakes, in the underground rooms
Chandeliers illuminate… The rottenness!

Rotten bones chewed by the worms
Skulls adorn in the rooms
…Someone is watching!

Heinous eyes appears on the walls
Tongues spit black hatred
…Claiming to be expressed!

Walls horrified by centuries
Spits a extreme corrosive… Hatred!

Primitive old skull never modernized,
But it will never die

Created by a true sinister essence
Doesn’t need false followers… Spit on them!!!

Death to that scrubs!
I claim his heads!!!

Urinate on the scum!
Crushing his fucking heads!
Urinate on the scum!
Crushing his fucking heads!

Ferocious black metal!
Going ahead to the war
Mangy black metal,
Exterminates the posers
Old skull black metal
Always will, will prevail!!!


8. THE TRIUMPHANT THRONE OF THE KING

I drink the blood of the triumph
On this unholy night
For in the morning I shall
Fight a thousand men

They stand at the bottom
Of my snow mountain
Waiting to take my throne
Of bones and skulls made with my foes

They stand, at the bottom
Of my snow, covered mountain
Waiting for me, to take my throne
Of bones and skulls, made with who challenge me

All they, must learn, to never challenge, an old man
Who has fought, more battles than, their fucking insect Young lives
And who knows how demonstrate, the supreme art of this Right
Stupid youth and new life, prepare to learn in this Fight!

This day is among the many before,
I am a king, I am the triumph, of the darkness
The blood of the ancients, run in my veins, prepare to Die!


All they must learn to never, challenge an old man
Who has fought more battles than, their fucking insect Young lives
And who knows, how demonstrate, the supreme art of this Right
Stupid youth and, new life, prepare to learn in this Fight!

They dare to fight this day
Damned irreverent childrens
Below me with toys
I live for blood & glory

I live for blood & glory
Reigning seated on the remains of my foes
Made with all those who dared to challenge me
On these frozen horizons.


9. WEREWOLF FULLMOON FOREST II

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10. NIGHT ON FROZEN LAND

Through all this years remaining in this deep forest
I stand alone in endless silence
I walk amongst the tress with my sword
It's bloodlust is unquenchable

Night on the frozen Land
Killing the christan Will
Night on the frozen land
Defending those of unholy blood

Misery and solitude my only comrades
The full moon my only eyes
Night and fog surrounds me everywhere
Black magic in a blood soaked sword

Night on the frozen land
Killing the christan will

To the triumph of our mighty warriors
To the death of the christian pigs
To the resistance and to the fallen
I raise my chalice to you

Night on the frozen land
Killing the christan will
Night on the frozen land
Defending those of unholy blood

Misery and solitude my only comrades
The full moon my only eyes
Night and fog surrounds me everywhere
Black magic in a blood soaked sword
With the fucking blood of christian pigs
To the triumph of our mighty warriors
To the triumph of our mighty warriors!


11. NOCTURNAL RAWNESS

Palm trees are the black horizon
Capturing the light of the moon
A grim harmony of death produces the insects sound
The wild predators are heard breaking bones with their bestial fangs into the bushes
The most blackness and horrible forest a is waiting to you cross it
Squawking birds fly away to escape from the madness of the beast
Who seeks to destroy your flesh with its raging fury
Old thorny branches will cut your body
You will only be food for the habitat of terror
Enters in a labyrinth of nightmare
Through the rawness of your next destiny.


12. ANCIENT ECHOES

(Instrumental)