1. OF PRIESTS AND SNAKES

Three nails from the tomb of a killer
A bat drowned in human blood
A black cat fed with human flesh and then killed
A fresh virgin corpse and a chalice…
The keys have been pronounced
The coffin awaits the triangle burns

Lightning incense made from bones of children…
Third triangle
Those animals burning in Sacrifice…
Second triangle
Her blood taken inside this receptacle…
First triangle
Three are they, out of this circle
This one inside, for the altar of snakes
And one outside, to the Draconian moon

One dying soul… One flying ghost
One walking ghoul… One ghastly host
One frightened prey… One dense fog
One burning ray… One blinding God


2. FLAMING HEARTS

A skull taken from an inverted coffin
Inside this tomb below
While the torches burn
With the smell of wet earth and the spiders around
When the tough reaches you, the demons possess
The flame change, the madness arrives
Silver full moon, the Goddess is praised.

The mother and the daughter for the Holy Spirit
Fire, blood and magic break the lines of the sanity
Carrying the sins as a heavy cup filled with tears
Walls of serpentine tongues and beating slimy flesh
Sweet singers screaming loud in this church of echoes
Pleasure and pain together in sacred blood of Joy
The crimson Queen has reborn…
The pure Sin of old
While horrors fill the world
Oh Magdalene!
For me is your blood…
…For you is my Semen


3. IN TENEBRIS

Screams of demons
Shadows in this dark chamber
Spectral voices whisper around
And a cold wind from the depth
In Nomine Domine
Introibo ad altare principis spirituum
I see the golden grail with the blood
Of rotten children hanging everywhere
Smell of fresh bones of the newborn without baptism
Quia tu es Deus omnipotens
Emitte lucem tuam et afflige inimicos
Holy beautiful madness inside of me
I feel thy presence
Feed me with your poison
And bring me the passion of flames
Hic est enim calix sanguinis mei...
Let us pray to our Lord of all
Give him your sacrifice, follow him!
Spirits of the graveyard, phantoms of the cursed places
Beings from the underworld
Attend to the mighty presence…
Our Lord is coming
Hear the manifesto, praised be
Did you hear the dead
Did you feel the thunderstorm
Did you see thy light
Close your eyes… feel… feel… feel them
Fall into the darkest side of earth
Blessed are the beings who follow me wherever I go
Ghostly winds freezing this face
Paralyzing this body, twisting this mind
Let me see your glance!
Veneramus te, Benedicimus te,
Adoramus te, Glorificamus te…
Gratias Pater admirabilis, honorabilis
Per omnia saecula
"Amen..."


4. RAISING ABOVE THE ANGELS

The head of the Baptist on a silver plate
The heart of desire naked, the mother of sins in rage
The shame of men is gone within a receptacle of faith
Horns of ecstasy with shadows and flames
Eclipsing moonlight hypnotizing the wives of my brothers
The sound of the gong tormenting the martyrs of old
Their vanishing spirits prisoners in the bottles of aged red wine
And my sisters are now drunk of blood, divine,
Ancient ceremonies of witches, lizards and frogs
We transform the black robes in silver cloaks
Open the box of mysteries, be astounded with its secrets
Eleven rays of shadows slowly raising from a crystal skull
Submit your flesh to the will of your spirit
From pain to pleasure you will stand
From the underworld to the sky you will rise
Destroy your innocence, drink from the sacred heart
It is the only way to become one with our Master
The grand initiator who brings us the light of wisdom
As we invoke thy presence in this orgy of shaking souls
We can take you to the realms beyond the golden crown
So many raising daggers, so many spirits being set free
Mystical circle, dancing fire of beauty
Crawling bodies in agony, bleeding pride of creation
The curse of God is upon us all, but the path starts right here…
The head of the Baptist with the horns of desire
Surrounded by a circle of red fire
Come to us and take our hands
Come with pride, for we shall kill your lambs


5. THE GRAND MYSTERY OF DEATH

Upon the seas walk the strangers…
Behind the mountains rises the invisible sun
Towards the sky fly the blazing lizards
They have created the sound of pain
They control the waves of nightmares
A nest of sickness…
The origin of fear, the roots of sorrow, all around
Ultimate extinction of souls
Symphony of bleeding hearts
Melodies of Horror will take you to the other side
After overcoming the Veil of tears
The waters will be revealed
To the one who fled in silence…
From the tower to the depths
The throne has been stolen
By the one who holds the keys
The keeper of light
The true king


6. HOLY BLOODSTONE (DEVIL)

"Mors graditur metuens quid ipse numquam fieri possit"
And here we are, looking for someone worthy of the pain of truth
Sacred wings of hate in low biting rhythm
They stole the origin and provide us with death
So delicious for their poisoned souls
Crying world from a desolated earth
You are still bleeding by your opened wounds
Fresh bones splinted by the fangs of agony
All the saints are thirsty of your fear of pain
If I tell you something, don’t you think it’s too late?
For the worms cannot wait…
Neither the flames, nor the waves
From the ashes of life close your eyes in trance
And like a bat crossing the winds at night,
We must face this tempest blowing high
In this cracking landscape
They shall clean their souls
Long time ago, Satan took them all
Their minds, lost in pleasure
Their bodies, shaking in blooding
And here we see this monolith raising from a bubbling mud
Facing us through mortal eyes
God knows with pure fright
We are about to touch the vibrating stone and start our flight
While they are approaching…
Timeless… spaceless… lifeless


7. DAS GEHEIMNIS DES VAMPIRS / ORATORIUM

Oh Father, Spirit of Nothingness
We call upon thee
Thy astral essence
Help us to cast the shadow of this world
As fallen old curtains consumed by the dust of time
Allow us to spread away your seed of magical perversion
Amongst the sons of men with no resurrection
Show us the cross of suffering as the way towards
The holy kingdom and far beyond the falling stars
Send your angels with flaming words, holding the keys
For the gate of death and the bottomless pits of hell
Reveal us the ways of horrors and the sacred forbidden truth
Just like a moribund snake
We raise our silent scream for a last time and honor this moment
Drinking the elixir of the stellar body
Nine are the silver rays we see between the clouds
Blackened by the smoke of these burning popes
Gathering in circle with a shining sparkle in the centre
Oh grand Master, we see the end… we see you
"…A serpent who could not be charmed
Made its nest in the roots of the tree…
The blossom of Death."