Cirith Gorgor Cirith Gorgor 1. Total Annihilation [Lyrics: Nimroth] Cataclysmic brutality is spawn upon thee all When fields of the giant mushrooms will rise Assassinating the source, will be their final fall No remorse for these devils in disguise The source of world's hypocrisy Spawn by Islam and Christianity Will be nothing more but a memory Caused by pure exquisite blasphemy Their final destination is total annihilation Creating heavenly sights, exteriorised by hell on earth Hunt them down and kill them all Drench this world in a black infernal holocaust No surrender and no retreat Our only charge is to defeat! The source of world's hypocrisy Spawn by Islam and Christianity Will be nothing more but a memory Caused by pure exquisite blasphemy We are the concubines of Satan Feasting on your desecration Your final destination is total annihilation Another battle is to be fought, When the black storms are to be awoken This great void of eternity Marked with pure exquisite blasphemy 2. The Black Hordes [Lyrics: Lord Mystic] Awaiting the arrival of the impending plague, The Black Hordes rise to face the growing threat. Religious vermin, increasing in number, yet vague And indistinct in appearance. The minds resolutely set To defy the imminent danger - Blood shall be shed! The Back Hordes rise - realise false religion's demise Superior and grand in force - eliminate this sordid source The Black Hordes behold - mocking the enemy appalled Total rapture on that day - manifestation of total dismay Crawling back to their holes as the hordes ruthlessly slay, Frozen with fear they realise this is their final day The religions of fear and their dogmas are about to cease, We are the blunt force cure for this disease Pity them not, they shall rot The Back Hordes rise - realise false religion's demise Superior and grand in force - eliminate this sordid source The Black Hordes behold - mocking the enemy appalled Total rapture on that day - manifestation of total dismay The hypocritical source of belief crushed entirely, Like the wolf that the obedient sheep slays, The plague that spreads invisibly but murderously; Numbered are their days, certain death in many ways 3. Demonic Incarnation [Lyrics: Marchosias] The present days are darker than before, Yet our fearsome glory fades away no more Ancient symbols carved in human skin, Whilst our occult rituals begin The witches' knowledge of the days forlorn, Revealing deadly spells of wrath and scorn Speak the words which open wide the Gate, Forever seal the worthless mankind's fate Come forth supreme demons wise and strong, Enchained and eagerly awaiting for so long Incarnate through human flesh and spirit, Eternity is yours, for I percieve it Ancient demons rising forth from Hell Enter this dimension by mighty witches' spell Summoned to this world by human birth To serve our Master's glory, the true Lord of the earth Emerging from the fiery depths of Hell, Incarnation through our empty human shell Plague and evil spread to christian liars, Our souls condemned to the infernal fires Forgotten Gates are opened wide at last, Releasing hateful demons from the past Human sins will never be forgotten, Untill their flesh is blackened, dead and rotten The dawn of their demise is now at hand, As we drink their blood and burn their land Ancient symbols carved in human skin, Our souls are black for we're demonic kin 4. Ritual [Lyrics: Lord Mystic] Dismay, hatred and despair fiercely blazing from their eyes As the crowd solemnly yet violently proceeds. Proudly a coffin Is exposed amidst followers of the hearse; glorified. And wives Cry over him, dead: a well-deserved consequence of a mortal sin. An act of blasphemy; the twisted perspective condemns and proclaims: Retribution! A lugubrious scene, violent curses and screams. Sombre is the mournful death's pall that silently echoes their pains; The ever-recurring rites of the ritual, it not only seems... For it proves to be another immortalised, religiously justified Gift, which unconsciously benefits us and contributes To a greater cause: destruction of 'humanity' has intensified And more will happily follow. The death ceremony continues. Yes, it is a disease as well as a cure, I plead accordingly, Inflicting death generates an effect so pure and healthy. It is increasing... the self-inflicted reduction on their sick creed, And utterly ignorant they are. The already grand, excessive pleasure Thrives. These are the gruesome yet pathetic deeds on which I feed, Every time their grief amuses me. I eagerly await the next measure. Inevitably, death multiplies death. The end is nowhere near, And I laugh when in procession the next crowd sheds a tear. Organised religion, how shameful and suffocating it may appear, Still, the submissive weaklings merely lead the truth imposed Upon them destructively and willingly to my one sheer Desire that all of them will eventually cease. The last coffin closed, As is the last chapter of their miserable lives. A sad contradiction They preach, but it only strengthens me and thus my conviction. Dismay, hatred and despair fiercely blazing from their eyes As the crowd solemnly yet violently proceeds. Proudly a coffin Is exposed amidst followers of the hearse; glorified. And wives Cry over him, dead: a well-deserved consequence of a mortal sin. An act of blasphemy; the twisted perspective condemns and proclaims: Retribution! A lugubrious scene, violent curses and screams. Sombre is the mournful death's pall that silently echoes their pains; The rites of the death ritual comprise far more than it seems. 5. Master Of Dark Sorcery [Lyrics: Nimroth] Veiled in the repulsive shadows of sorcery I am the usurper of darkness Ready to unchain the heralds of Apocalypse Plague, war, death and famine My citadel lies shining in the cold light of the moon Invocating spells of destruction in the directions of the wind I watch the forlorn valleys and breathe the frozen air Patiently I wait, until desolation rules everywhere My decadence and dissoluteness Beheld by believers with envy Delightedly ripping pounding hearts out With an unsatisfied gluttony In my dominion of shadows Feasted with delight, lust and obscurity Atrocious music flows through the air Impetuous master of dark sorcery Roaming beyond the dark spheres of eternity I am the devourer of burning flesh and phlegmy bone Flying on my wings of blackened impurity I will finally conquer my magical throne 6. Warcry Of The Southern Lands [Lyrics: Marchosias] Were these desert landscapes used to meet the sky Shallow marshes far as reached the eagle's eye The purest dark essence had risen from sleep once again Filling the valiant hearts of impious men It is whispered of a hellish apparition in the night A gruesome yet compelling and demonic spectre of light Again it chose these lands to rise from memory forth Where numerous witches burnt for praising Satan Lord "Gij die draagt dit ketters duivelsmerk zijt Nu reeds spoedigh des last'raars zonden bevrijd Op desen dagh te sterven, teruggekeert tot zand Afgekapt de rechter handt, geworght ende verbrand Een ziel weder rein, als den dood is uw deel Zij dit uw vonnis, gij heks van de Peel" Where thousands burnt to repent their blasphemous sins We commemorate those that swore revenge ever since Our warcry will resound in eternity and time As we cleanse the southern lands of the filthy christrian tribe Were these desert landscapes meet the sky Shallow marshes far to reach the eagle's eye Their souls are long perished but never forgotten We still sense a presence which echoes around us 7. Der Untergang / Победа!!! [Lyrics: Marchosias] [Act I - The Road to Stalingrad] Hear the ominous tale of one of the great battles in mankind's bloody history Fought on the shores of the Volga river in the vastness of the Russian territory Oh cursed yet glorified name of Stalingrad - immortalized for centuries to come Where so many died a valiant death, and any human awareness grew utterly numb [22-06-1941] Three million troops follow their Führer's call Marching for honour, oil and 'Lebensraum' Venturing into the unknown Soviet realm Endeavouring the eastern Titan overwhelm History was shaped henceforth and inconceivably Into the (Third) Reich's ultimate fall, eventually Nonetheless, those high moral and vigorous summer days Such contrast to the carnage guiding many to their final resting place As the vast army marches forward across the desolate Kaukasus plane Great in number, contemptuous eyes aflame with the programmed hatred they contain Towards that illustrious city where their miserable fate will be ultimately beset The long and arduous journey to Stalingrad - walking the path of the dead [14-09-1942] As the city walls draw ever nearer now Obliged to their everlasting Führer-vow The 6th army strides towards it's final bane 'Tsaritsyn' will soon bequeath its violent disdain Comrades - millions lying dead on tortured ground Valiant souls forever to this scorched earth bound On this eve the Soviets hear the (German) battle cry But History's decree, haha... none shall ever defy! [Act II - The Battle of Stalingrad] (102.0) Mamajev Koergan - the ancient burial ground Where the gruesome voices of the dead in eternity resound 'Rattenkrieg' obliteration - the stench of rotting corpses fills the air Through cold, disease and sadistic rivalry now emerges infinite despair [27-09-1942] Tsjoeikov's 62nd - bleeds for the iron force of comrade Stalin's might Tremendous clamour of the battle, the sheer brutality with which divided Soviets fight The legendary factories of Stalingrad dominate the suffering city's northern part (Dzerzhinsky, Barrikady, Silikat, Red October, Lazur) Apocalyptic clash within their burnt remains, worn-out soldiers constantly enduring hellish pains (In the streets, the Luftwaffe warrants the red army's forces utter death from the sky) [22-10-1942] Prelude to assault on Red October - where the wolf the sheep will finally become Now on the dawn of coming winter, von Paulus' forces destined to their foe succumb! Massive Soviet artillery effectively eliminates the (concentrating) German lines In these ruthless days of culminating massacre efficiently the German moral undermines The Russians do avert the fall of Stalingrad by the sheer exhaustive sacrifice of many lives Beyond belief their 62nd army, this shattering encounter only just survives [19-11-1942] (The red army launches its most formidable operation 'Uranus') Forward! Comrades march! Eradicate the final German infantry!! Ferociously cut their throats! For our unified fatherland's supremacy! Onward! Brothers, follow my call! Unchain our invigorated wrath!! Stalingrad in ruins (our renowned city forlorn), yet regard our (novel) glorious path... (Cursed Stalingrad) [Act III - Epilogue: When Wolf Becomes Sheep - The Road to Berlin] At Stalingrad, innumerable soldiers heroically gave their lives for their motherland In retrospect, the vicious battle at the Volga river, delivered within the remnants of a once proud Yet such condemned city, embodies the destruction and comprehensive humiliation of the German Forces, a manifest reality which would haunt its Führer all along their successive retreat to Berlin The roads to Stalingrad were covered with the remains of a dying German army, the bodies of Countless German soldiers denoting the harsh aftermath of this most cruel and decisive battle [02-02-1943] At last, behold the proud Soviet flag governing Mamajev Koergan Remember this splendid day forth, with the alien tyrant now gone!!! And there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away... 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