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Acolytes
05:13
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Ichor
In hoc signo vinces
Godly vitals
My servants, hark!
Father
O' hear my cry!
Mother
Embrace me with thy sublime light
Carnal
Divine
Chaos
Neophytes!
The blade was cold and flesh was ripe
Nescience
Upon which they feed
Infernal
Devastation of the mankind
Supreme
Wielding the blood
Eternal
Sacrificing the disposable
To know the inner secrets
Of those who move beyond the realms of the unknown
Into the precinct of fire
Thus do we dedicate ourselves
To your service and your commands
We accept your guidance
And your mighty power
Father
O' deceiver!
Mother
Shined on me with your whoredom
Carnal
Divine
Chaos
Acolytes!
The blood was luscious
Rejuvenate
Nescience
Upon which they feed
Infernal
Devastation of the mankind
Supreme
Wielding the blood
Eternal
Sacrificing the disposable
From the midst of distant nebulae
Humming to the minds of frail mankind
Eons of existence
Deep into our slumber now
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Sword in hand, storming through the land, we give no quarter no flight
Churches in flames, temples ablaze, their ashes to the sky
Hordes on march, banners up high, a hymn through the land
Driving the stake of heathendom into the hearts of man
When the star of the heathens shine
It's the sign for the hordes to ride
Ride
As the fake gods wither and die
The Elder Gods shall rise tonight
Enemies slain, the clergy in pain, our march has no remorse
The fake god on the cross, prophets of old, taken down one by one
Vengeance for the gods, will be paid in steel, until there’s no witness left
The gleaming justice of heathendom, will be driven through their neck
When Cross and the Crescent burn
It’s a sign for the cult to rise
Rise
Victory shall be ours tonight
It’s the sign of the Heathen Cult
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Averse to His Minions
06:19
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A solemn whisper, a dying breath, his name sealed
Figures drawn, arcane wisdom, forgotten aeons
A hand whimpers, deathly pale, rigid and foul
A wind gathers, into a gale, that petrifies the soul
The pace quickens, a deadly march on the frozen tundra
To reach the summit, to raise the flag, to mark the triumph
A deep crevice, dimly lit, the hoard of the god unborn
A hoarse silence, signifies the coming (of the utmost storm)
Crescent ! Arise !
Witness the crimson bleeding sky
Banners up high
Lord of whispers testify
Crescent ! Arise !
Yours will be done tonight
Banners up high
Time of sword and axe is nigh
Glorify the horned one
Our sacred testimony will reveal
His presence as God
For aeons to come
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Pagan Istanbul, Turkey
Uncompromising Black Metal since 1995.
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