1. INTRO

(Instrumental)


2. SATAN'S WEREWOLF

A forlorn eye burns on the altar of darkness
To reflect the fire of the majesty of death
In his glory and in praise of all evil
Awaken the wolfish shadow, let darkness reign

Satan's Werewolf, the chalice of life stands barren
Awaiting fulfillment from the cursed wine
Satan's Werewolf, in the light of this one candle
The blood is the life and my blood is Satan's

In the name of Lucifer
My blood for his majesty to live once and again
On this dark journey on a path adorned with ashes
To travel into my dreams and to find the true light
The blazing torch second only to the morning star

Satan's Werewolf, the chalice of life stands barren
Awaiting fulfillment from the cursed wine
Satan's Werewolf, in the light of this one candle
The blood is the life and my blood is Satan's

To forge not works of art, but swords of death
For therein lies the most noble art of all
Come forth ravenous, in a world without end
For all that is great is built on their sorrow

To consume the libation in morbid transfixion
From a chalice now filled with their contempt
And to gloat from atop the highest pyramid of skulls
For all that I seek shall be begotten in warfare


3. VAMPIRES

Sorrow rides out
As spectral knights
A wind of grief
From an open coffin
When the bells of funeral chime
Through the nightfall
A black star rises
At the final twilight

Gargle the blood
Spit the cruor

From beyond darkness
A revenant blaze
Fire of conflagration
Burns in empty eyes
Disgusting tongues
That lick your face
In morbid hunger
When you sleep

Gargle the blood
Spit the cruor

Sacrifice
To end your life
Carnage
To light the fire
And forever
We rule the night
All eXULtant
Vampires

We are the worms that crawl
On the broken wings of an angel

Gargle the blood
Spit the cruor

Sacrifice
To end your life
Carnage
To light the fire
And forever
We rule the night
All eXULtant
Vampires


4. WARMASTER RETURNS

The reek of black ichor from christ's eyes
Stabbed in spite by a thousand knives
To murder not only this world
But also "god" and to crush his cenotaphs

In times of strife
A fire burns
Warmaster returns

Those who awaited in dread and revulsion
For the sombre tyrant's return
And to once again hail the cloven hoof
In forbidden spirit with the courage of kings

In times of strife
A fire burns
Warmaster returns

When the kingdoms of men fall in mayhem
The ones who live for strife will survive
There will be no equality, no exemption
The violent inversion of the inefficient earth

When the fortresses of choice have decayed
Blood convokes those with the will to fight
And those who strove to embrace the world in vein
Shall claim their distinction when burned at the pyre


5. ONE SHINING STAR

A dream of a nest among the stars
That cradles the sleeping ancient one
whose now closed eyes were the first to see
The trail that leads away from humility

Through the eyes of a raven he watches
In utter scorn and dreamlike aversion
Those who cannot conceive the delight
Of being speared by his black horns

In a void devoid of all love and joy
A fire shall burn at the arrival of dawn
Ignited by a hope that this morning
There will be no one to see it's grace

In the lone halls of the void
The steps of the of the high heels resound
And in the northern aurora
there remains only one shining star


6. BESTIAL DARKNESS

The Cruel voice of the night
That calls you in your sleep
When the silence is broken
By the yell from darkness
The moonlight embraces the unseen
That is given life from your fears
The furor awakens to convulse
Your frightful soul

In the night and in your eyes
A dread draped in swirling fur
Ghostly tails that follow
A myriad of feral gestalts
The terror of the dark age
That sleeps in warrior's heart
Resurges from our blood's memory
To invoke our life's quintessence

Come forth, Bestial darkness
Come forth, silent death
A wolfstorm's moonyell

Come forth, Bestial darkness
Come forth, darkest fear
A wolfstorm's black spell

In the mist out of sight
Claws rustle in the night
The cold shimmer of eyes
That stare into your soul
The powers that travel unseen
Surging from the majesty's heart
The storm of wolf's spirit
All that finds strength in fear


7. ROTTING RAVEN'S BLOOD

Rotting Raven's Blood
The Stench of Darkness
From a kingdom that unveiled it's gate
Through the putrid flesh

Sucking the force of death
From around the white bones
When the black feathers are forever gone
Swept away by the northwind

The wings that now bear the epitaph of life
In runes carved on dead flesh by the maggots
Towards the cadaverous gate awaiting to be unlocked
By a key cast in silver of our grievance

All remains silent on this winter funeral night
When the lifeless onyx eyes reflect the starless sky
Glance of a passage to solitary awaiting throne
A skull on a sceptre and a jewel-adorned crown

Rotting Raven's Blood
Trickles onto the snow
To consummate the cycle of life and death
Inside this pentagram


8. UTUG-HUL
By Akhtya Nachttoter (Black Funeral)

Thou Evil Spirit, Thou fever of the desert
Gather unto this circle
My blood I offer, feed and grow strong
Enter my flesh we shall dwell as one
The moon eclipsed, darkness enthroned
The primal serpent stirs
Awaken hordes long sleeping

Utug-Hul, A-La-Hul, Gidim-Hul
Messanger of Tiamat
Arise through me, passions of darkness

Ea, King of the Deep
Banish them not, these phantoms of the abyss
The Blood I offer, my life essence
That I may bring them within
To devour in time

Gaining the essence of their spirit
Ancient memories awakened in primal sleep
Atavistic horror, flesh cloaked in shadow
Ea, Lord of the Deep, banish them not

Utug-Hul, A-La-Hul, Gidim-Hul
Messanger of Tiamat
Arise through me, passions of darkness