Mournkind : Unholy Black Mass Rites

Black Metal / Portugal
(2017 - Wicked Blood Records)
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1. SOLEMN PRAYER TO OUR EMPEROR LUCIFER

My Lord,
My only master
Rise from the underworld
My spirit and matter
They are yours to controle

I am your will made flesh
And still I dream and wish
For infinity giving you my Loyalty

Princes of the inferno
Grant me your favour
Climbing down the volcano
To meet our emperor

Lucifer
Take me as a son
Your noble deacon
Grant me immortality

Use me
Oh mighty one
I am your slave
I shall serve you as no one
Even from my grave

I am your will made flesh
And still I dream and wish
For infinity giving you my Loyalty

Grant me your power
I am your hand in this World
Wielding the unholy sword
I will slay the last of god


2. BLACK MASS

You are now under a spell
One which I eternally cast
Sorcery ascending from hell
This is our black mass
A sadistic ritual I call
For a sacrifice to fall
In a mystical atmosphere
I sense the smell of Fear

Light the way
I shall pass
You will stay
A bloody carcass

Glorification
Denying the power of creation
Magnificence
Destruction from the esscence
Come little lamb
Oh come to me
Witness my stand
Welcome to Reality

Lust,
Sodomy,
They will set you free!
Lust,
Sodomy,
They will set you free!
Lust... and sodomy!
Lust... and Sodomy!

Filthy whores
Moaning for more
From their open bores
Bathed in shit and gore
Drooling rivers
Of sputum and cum
Burning in fever
Forever gruesome


3. MECUM SATANAS

Lord,
My saviour
Witness my growth
As your disciple
Loyal and pure
In impurity
I follow
The unholy path
You became my hallow
And I, your wrath
Majestic and momentous
Your hand reached me
Sheltered my existence
And carried me

Mecum satanas,
He is with me!
Mecum satanas,
He is with me!

My soul is touched
By a voice carried by the wind
The voice of beauty
The voice of pleasure
I followed the wind
And found myself
Rising from the ashes
A new beginning
Of life
The true meaning
Behind the power
Behind the might
The secret of happiness
Within oneself
Is satan himself


4. THE GRAND FINAL FEAST

The sons of the beast
Gathering for the feast
The grand final meal
Before de hindmost battle

May we drink the blood of christ
May we feed on his rotting body

Eat the flesh!
Drink the blood!

May we drink the blood of christ
May we feed on his rotting body

Eat the flesh!
Drink the blood!

Now we must depart
Follow the truth in our hearts
And after the great battle
We shall toast with the blood from the christian cattle!

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