demonic deeds. Writhing... Legions of mine, countless spectres, conquer the lands, conquer all thrones. Let the sun never rise again until time devours this millennium. Fire
gun was empty And she knew she couldn't win But her final prayer was answered When the rifles fired again There were seven Spanish angels At the altar
I lay as this sacrifice to this unholy altar The evil inside Satan; Satan sit and watch me die Demented screams, tortured beings, where's your hope, where
behind - what was once will ever last Gods of fire, gods of ice Cheerfull we awaited you - together we will rise The throne is burning in fire, The throne
hell or serve in heaven Choose an altar or throne All Commandments and the laws of man disown Now eat the fruit of knowledge Unto no one ye atone Into the fire
eternity As fear be their martyr Draped in darkest ebony Upon the altar darkness reaches through my soul Enchanting in the garden be thy kingdom on the throne
Recantation of my soul led to the blood throne Altar of blood, monument of death Trapped - in bloodlust grief Strapped - to the altar of bloody deeds Impaled - throne
of torpor And horror succeeds hypocrisy Last judgement will be proclaimed For a long time the executioner waits for them He won't have a pity The fire
Imagine your queen, take her, she's yours Damian upon her throne mirrored mirage Of your desire, of my desire, passion slave Her life I gave, jump into her fire
waters of storm Temples raised from the skulls of dead victims in battle for god All altars praised as the lamb changes form for prayer Burning fires
Judas Kiss Following of the second fault of man Falling altar of Christ This betrayer in the choices of life Treachery in the fall of supreme These thrones
I am the parasite and blood unlocks the light Hymn of the damned! The fire burns the cries Realm of the dead! Welcome mortality My temple, unholy, the altar
Behold the vast dismal hall beneath the black moutain and the great ebony throne in the middle of it. See the ancient god sitting upon this throne and
We're Running Out Of Time Prophecy - Is Calling Prophecy - For Mankind You Cannot Run Away Then The Angel Took The Censer Filled It With The Fire From The Altar
can?t control it. My lungs keep breathing I admit I don?t know how. Bring the flood or bring the fire in this lifetime I?m ready for the altar or the
gun was empty, And she knew she couldn't win, But her final prayer was answered When the rifles fired again. There were seven Spanish angels, at the Altar