: Crusted blood on altar black The rite of dark is done The semen burn in sacred flames The Witches sings their song The night is filled with joyous
: I was locked all day in the summer heat, In a small brown house in Suburban Street, With a skateboard and my shit guitar, I'd dream all day that they
: [december 92] In Silence Enshrined through Ages A Dying beauty on a journey far Fading Roses enchants the Garden Sleeping, dreaming of my Bride In
: [Music - Azagthoth, Lyrics - Tucker] Depredate, Restraint is not an option This world has fallen, Now scorched and barren The rage of lunatics, shall
: [Music - Azagthoth/Lyrics - Tucker] Depredate, Restraint is not an option This world has fallen, Now scorched and barren The rage of lunatics, shall
Summer's gone, the years have past My friends did change, a few did last Smallest dream, pushed a side The largest one that changes my life
Depredate, Restraint is not an option This world has fallen, Now scorched and barren The rage of lunatics, shall lead us nevermore The hand, long forgotten
Baby I?ll admit, I made a mistake Don?t know what I was thinking, what i had was so great Tried it to my mind, went back to my heart, I know
Banished to the dormant catacombs of the unlight. Wading through infinite torment. An eternity of pain and torture befalls these helpless souls. The
In silence enshrined through ages A dying beauty on a journey far Fading roses enchants the garden Sleeping, dreaming of my bride In quiescence faces
Bearing at the edges of the world The hallowed arms of those Whom death hath struck down Warriors from the beyond In ranks both seen and unseen Of this
Cind lumea se preschimba-ntr-o umeda-nchisoare In care-n van speranta, biet liliac se zbate Lovindu-se de ziduri, cu-aripi sovattoare Si dind mereu cu
Crusted blood on altar black The rite of dark is done The semen burn in sacred flames The Witches sings their song The night is filled with joyous laughters
We have been waiting and it has begun So humble thyself, and hold thy tongue We have been waiting and it has begun Prostrate yourself, your time has come
For heresy lives were devastated The name of God their penalty Crusades geared for destruction Millions paid for a perverted creed White-washed relics
From the north, from the south From the west, from the east I summon you, gods of the pit Come to us, infernal legions Satan, father of men, god of
I was locked all day in the summer heat, In a small brown house in Suburban Street, With a skateboard and my shit guitar, I'd dream all day that they
