Thou Art Lord Apollyon 1. Prelude To Apocalypse Drawn is the pentagram on devoted foreheads Now the massacre is ready to be started to free souls with blades by listening these words Sovereigns gathered to conquer on pain Come forth and join all lords of black earth 'cause this is the dawn of satanic rebirth The icy forests whisper our name The breed of the Ancients will reign in hate Come now and swear with your heart's blackest flame for the reason the loyt lands we want to reclaim When chaos is blasted on earth no grace will be given to anyone's birth Rejoice is absolute death, the rivers run red Let the unholiest spells from our mouth will be spelled 2. Experimental Magic Incarnations in the voice of a child Spells brewed in wizened fingertips Eyes implode and guts fountain, cranial terror of the invader Twelve disciples erupt in flames The thirty air consumes the ashes Unleash predators avenging shadows pursued by barbaric serenades Experimental magick Blood of a new Christ Whirring in isolation vowing revengre on the cosmos The moon commands the creation hatched under a lunar bane charged with universal melancholy Protozoic words slither from lips A new product of Sodom greeting from the torture fed upon a graveyard erotica It's the eve of dead souls 3. Moonscar All the devils are reborn dancing with burning children Fornicate with demonolators Hellbound by ghosts in flames The shambling stars cry vengeance The cries of beasts unnature Velvet holes appear and close Havoc rises unboundly Moonscars, icicles of blood Feasting on pumping Flesh, moonscars, Moonscars, icicles of blood All infant offal magus firing the lunar throne punishing in desolate lands greeting in the fortune garden As necromances weave the invocation thunder lights the cavelands An amorphous beast of slavering offal howls in the eye of the storm 4. Wardance Of The Empress With 9 veils amde of dragon's blood weaved (from) the witches of Sagoth Drapped is the queen of darkness the empress of the moonclad tribes Within Enochian spiritforms she speaks the serpent words "The time came round you faithful ones (to) be my fiery blade (and) do my will" The flute now sings the hateful tunes The skulldrum gives the ritual rhythm The empress in a crimson trance begins the steps of the wardance With each veil transformed into soil black angels ride forth from Hades (to drown the world in blood and tears) as the spell of the nineth veil completes the warlust circle 5. Societas Satanas Wolfen heart Ruthless sight Iron will Blood, honour, loyalty! Of noble breed Odin's blessed Satan's sons The chosen ones Magic runes light our path Ancient ways inspire our wrath What is last will be regained Our souls burn like dragon's breath Societas Satanas I remember the days when in our sacred shrive we exchanged vows of loyalty and oath of blood The castle walls were trembling from our shouts and the gods of the old ways were watching us with pride We will not betray our vows When time will come we'll rise again! We saw the signs We heard the call we saw the ravens caw for war The rites of Galar clear our minds The Volva's spells strengthen our hearts The glory days will come again We stand as one We die as one Like black wolves we'll sweep the lands and the black sun will shine again Societas Satanas Blood and honour Societas Satanas War and triumph He, whom the gods hath feared Thee I invoke, the bornless one Thee that didst crate the earth and the heavens Thee that didst create the night and the day Thee that didst create the darkness and the light Thou art lord, whom no man hath seen at any time Thou hast distinguished between the just and the unjust Thou didst make he female and the male Thou didst produce the seeds and the fruit Thou didst from men to love one another and to hate one another... Thou art the manifestor unto the light... 6. In Blood We Trust Cold winds and burning tears Blood signs the epitaph Rejoicing in unholiness when life ends in great pain Bleeding in the fields of war tasting cold acrid blood Cruel path of warriors of all delights and sorrows Blood is the life In blood we trust In blood we trust Crawling embraced with pain Entrance to eternal oath Black is the light that brightens the last reflection of my existance