1. STILL FUCKING DEAD

The world you see around you
Is just an illusion
Created by your mind
To keep you from going insane

Still Dead, Still Fucking Dead

You ware born with the love of god
And you will die with Satan's hate

Meet the chaos on the other side
The past is haunting you
Death is just the beginning
Here's no peace


2. BAPRISM BY FIRE

Baptism by fire
Feel the wrath of Satan's relenless flames
Ungodly desires
When god is lost and on his planet hellfire reigns

War master makes his call
As death descending out of clear blue sky
A hailstorm of bombs fall
In the blazing pandemonium your holy powers will die
Death from above - The hellfire will soon be unleashed
Death rips the sky - Domination gives praise to the beast

Baptism by fire

Fatal omens in the sky
Our soldiers burn away your holy lies
Retaliation of the fallen from up high
In the firestorm you choke on your feeble cries

Baptism by fire
A divine punishment for those who go to war
Against those who defied the line
And scaled the christian fate forevermore

Death from above - Explosions is tearing your soul
Death rips the sky - The bombing is reaching its goal

Baptism by fire

Hear the bombs falling
The devil is calling
The godly creation
In obliteration
On your final hour
Experience the power
Of retaliation
Death and domination

I dominate
Your destined fate
All life will soon be gone
Still the flames linger on
See death's shadow in my eyes
High priest of his sacrifice
Through the inferno that burns in the night
Baptism by fire show you our might

Death from above - Death or glory there is no way back
Death rips the sky - Attack, attack, attack!

Baptism by fire



3. WITH SATAN AND VICTORIOUS WEAPONS

Fist in the face for the time smothered angel
By Satan my scythe will shallow every hallow
Open now dear blood soaked soil
By Satan I pour magma down throat.
Come ghostfaced hungry shadows of shadows
By Satan I drink the darkness they drewl
With victorious weapons
I will melt every angels wings
Triumph of the will striking
Striking to kill
Cloak the earth with a thousand nights
And a billion dead
We toast and drink from and chalice
Filled with shreds of life
And know my eyes are knifes
To shred every fucking stream
Of Christian light


4. FUNERAL BITCH

The little bell echoes, the great bell groans
this templed city of tombs
where death and grief blooms

Fiendish desires in human form, leather clad,
black is the veil streaming in the wind
stilleto heels clicking up the cemetary gates

Death among the dead, haunting mausoleums
all this death, oh, juyful sight
Naked on a table of stone
Juices dripping from the wet chaste
excitement of fear and death, it's to me so dear

Death life, life as dead and the sharpness of the shrieks
The licking tongues of fire, lustful and chrusing

Funeral Bitch, the urge is so strong
Funeral Bitch, the night is so long


5. THE HANGMAN OF PRAGUE

In the gothic splendor of the chapel of St. Menceslaus
Golden door with seven locks
Seven keys within your hand
Ancient crown of behemia placed upon your head
Sharpening your spears
The hangman's disciple, vomiting forth death
Murderous power, radiate hate, harbinger of suffering
The malignance of maledomance rises beyond benevolence
Smite your foes that they may die
Splattering blood across the sky
Architect of genocide, by death taking pride

The shape of things to come
The shape of things to come
The shape of things to come
The shape of things to come

Thousand-eyed angel of death, armed with flaming sword
Spread your wings, let the killing begin
The hunter becomes the hunted, hangmen also die
Morning red, morning red shines us to soon be dead
Retaliating from beyond, killing, blood spilling
Wade through carnage

Seas of blood
Seas of blood
Morning red
Seas of blood

In the gothic splendor of the chapel of St. Menceslaus
Golden door with seven locks
Seven keys within your hand
Smite your foes that they may die
Splattering blood across the sky
Architect of genocide, by death taking pride

The shape of things to come
The shape of things to come
The shape of things to come
The shape of things to come

Hangmen also die
Morning red, morning red shines us to soon be dead
Retaliating from beyond, killing, blood spilling
Wade through carnage

Seas of blood
Seas of blood
Seas of blood
Seas of blood


6. SULPHUR SOULS

Praise hail satan

Our wrath is about to be unleashed
Upon you - oh lord of goodness
For so long we have waited and believe us
The future will be a vast black memory on your grave

Behold
From our synagogue of satan
We say to you
Black metal warriors of northern lands
Lift your swords up high
Let us praise
The horned one
The lord of the sulphur souls

The city walls of Babylon
Are now decorated with the bodies of your
Weak followers
Here they hang begging for our mercy
With a symbol of your teachings
We can't do nothing but hate

Behold
From our synagogue of satan
We say to you
Do never lower your heads in awe
For a god so good and mild
Let us praise the one with black horns

Woe
Woe to you oh falling god
See how we scorn your work and worshippers
See how they hang in shameful nakedness
On the bloodstained walls of Babylon

The white sun bites us
But why be afraid
The bright morning star has turned black
Your empire is ruined oh god of life and light
And i am your Judas


7. OF HELLS FIRE

I hear the evil calling of the spirits of the dark
And see the beauty and the power of the devils mark
The night always calls my name
Gaze into my eyes and see the shadows of the flames

Of hells fire
Torture and pain I desire
Let the flames reach higher
And lick the realms of the Nazarene liar

Dark reflections sweep the night a call from the depths of The earth
Antichrist is rising the image of Him to which hell gave Birth
Necromantical chants are brought forth by the winds of the North
The message of destruction from Satan and his court

The toll of damnations bell
Open the gates to hell
I can feel the delightful smell
Of rotten souls who in darkness dwell

Thou - The archangel who fell from the heavenly empire
Thou - The hand that wound with evil and unholy desire
Thou - The black lord of the unlight to which we all belong
From the deepest part of gehenna tormented soulos sings Damnations song

Write my name with the slaughtered angels blood
As I step in the face of the fallen soldiers of god
All the children of Jehova will always be our prey
Beyond the pearly gates we shall crush, rape destroy and Slay

Grant us the first power
Up from hell we storm at the witching hour
Where we ride the soil turns sour
The evil eye behold from hells highest tower

The power of christ doesn't compell me
Lucifer I kneel before thee
Join the forces of Satan for you will see
Grim and dark the future is going to be
Of hells fire


8. THRONE OF RATS

Plague upon plague
Black boil redemption
On this sea of rats shall i set my throne
Halo of fleas
Blood puke salvation
Only fire is now clean enough to touch your soul
Throne of rats
Sword of disease
Throne of rats
See how the body contracts
Until your limbs become a rope of madness
Rope of regret
The piece of purity
Rope of regret
Throne of rats
Sword of disease
Throne of rats
Older than time am i, and yes i am for evermore
Constantly reshaping reforming to suit your sins
Death upon death
Black death redemption
On this sea of death shall i claim my crown
Halo of death
Death puke salvation
Only death is now pure enough to forgive your sins
Throne of death
Justice is done
Throne of rats


9. WOLVES

Wolves
Many miles they went
To reach this point
They went here to seek what they lost
What they lost before time
Before the first rays of light
In the worst torment of all

Despair
They dedicated their existence to follow
To explore
And how they searched

Eternity, darkness, the black
They ware only a piece
Of the complete puzzle

They the warriors they were
In a never ending maze of
Confusion

The life they so intensively hated
Wolves so many lifetimes they
Went to reach this point
And yet so many lifetimes to go

Eternity, darkness, the black
They ware only a piece of the
Complete puzzle
They - the warriors they were
In a never ending maze of confusion