Moonblood
Rehearsal 10 (demo)
1. Dwelling in Darkness
2. Angelwings in the Darkness
Extincted is the light of day
all that once shined in green is turning into black shadows
hidden in the deep thicket I'm sitting
while my eyes stare into the darkness
the nocturnal light of the moon
is lighting up a lonely place in the forest and I'm waiting
behind the clouds – two soft eyes ascend
observing the nocturnal picture of peace
slowly they leave their cloud hidingplace
in the stream of the moonlight
they are gliding down on white wings
fearfully they are looking around for noone to see them
I'm sitting in my dark hidingplace with trembling body
seven angels, seven renegades, seven heretics
with clothes so white like the innocence of a virgin
but their desires aren't innocent at all
every 7th night they descent to dwell in darkness
denying their life in the heavens
don't want to be slaves of god
coldness possessed their holy hearts
and slowly it possesses their whole body
thoughts that are contaminated
with transition of power and betrayal
every 7th night they dance around the fires
to summon the black angel
that he shall take them into his legions
so they are dancing in the light of the moon
to summon the lord of fire
dancing until the dawn will find them
3. Abyssic Cult of Blood
Poisoned blood is running through my veins
poisoned with the thoughts that are as old as mankind
cult of blood, cult of fall
going on through many cultures
adored and worshipped as the way of power
forbidden and dreaded out of fear of uncertainty
possessed by old rites, possessed by diabolic theories
created centuries before I was born
passed on from times when darkness ruled
and humans celebrated blood rituals
out of fear of punishment
to calm down the gods of thunder and rain
fire cleaned the souls and pain to rule their bodies
reality of murder
reality of the might of the stronger ones
the spirits of the northwind was dancing every night
with an icy breath they tormented the nature
feel it everytime in obscure dreams
when veins begin to tremble
and a part of me is dying in the fire of oblivion
abyssic cult of blood
passed on from times when only black priests
celebrated their abyssic rites
till every altar was stained
with blood of human sacrifices
when the blood of sin was worshipped
where a part of me will remain eternally
4. Nebolous Spirits Between the Mournful Trees
Extincted are the torches around our camp
and darkness slowly falls in
only inside the middle a feeble fire is burning
tiredness torments us and cold the wind of the north is blowing
deep in the forest we've pitched our camp
between the mournful trees and the whispering shrubs
the moon was swallowed from the shadow of the earth
just a few stars light up from the frozen sky
whispers of shrubs become louder and louder
like a choir the trees are singing their mournful song
a gloomy atmosphere unfolds
between the trees, nebulous shadows arise
softly spreading upon the forest's soil
the spirits of the fog awoke from an infinite sleep
only at this time they exist in this shapeless form
curious burning eyes observe every motion
their calls so deeply torn and silent
misty hands grip for us but can't reach
waving with their nebulous claws
and the curiosity defeats our fear
in the chants of the mournful trees, in this mighty choir
we move closer to them, step by step
but the moon escapes slowly from the shadow of the earth
meaning their death sentence for an endless time
their arms so close but endlessly far away
slowly their shapeless bodies dissolve in the glaring moonlight
a last silent cry, a last sigh
and we're again caught alone inside the infinite lonely forest
5. Icy Winterspell
Cold snow is falling from the frozen sky
all forms of life are covered by it's icy breath
the melancholy of this winternight
takes possession of your cursed soul
your dreams are nothing than cold evil
the frostbreath has taken reign
over funeral winds from north
coldness dwells inside your dying heart
frozen are the tears in your starry eyes
what others call humanity died inside of you
only snowcovered trees and the grey sky
are your fellows tonight
pleased with the idea of misanthropy
frozen are your limbs and bloodless you kneel down
before the throne of coldness
the winterspell conquered your lonely soul
and the croaks of ravens is the last sound
that you'll hear
6. Keeper at the Portal of Blood
On a bloodfrozen wind he's riding through the night
stormy wings carry him beyond the moon
unknown is his name, his blood centuries old
only ancient scrolls do call him by his name
since aeon's he's gliding on his stormy horse
through the time, the stars and clouds
he's guarding the portal of the land beyond
only wrapped in blackcoloured shroud
the christian poison never reached his soul
master of life and death
the power of destruction slumbers in his claws
no penitence to accept
the keeper at the portal of blood
spirit beyond the spooky empire
since beginning of time he's guiding fallen souls
guide them through th gates of fire
7. Wizard of Uncreation
Behind a wall of nightmares he's hidden
beyond the world of death
he's roaming through the centuries
since a time which noone knows anymore
older than eternity, his name long forgotten
he's coming to us when dreams do reign
telling us his wisdom to show us a new path of thinking
he's a wizard, a black necromancer
and a funeral veil covers him
stench of dry blood glues on his flesh
remains of all the rituals he's done
in our dreams he's granting us his knowledge
to create a race of higher intelligence
to create a superior race of ritualistic cult
his blood is frozen coz of the coldness of his heart
only his dark sorcery grants him the power to exist eternally
through a book, written by demon's hand
he got a higher knowledge of creation of men
and how to destroy their own weak will
coz just the power makes everyone to forget humanity in his heart
he felt the breath of the dragon
and stole the eternal fire
found a way to win the battle with father death
spit into the faces of mighty gods
he's arisen from the ashes of creation
to return every night
again and again
8. Symphony of an Age Forgotten
9. Medieval Storm of Screaming Souls
May I shall burn in thousand fires for what I've done
may I shall suffer thousands of torments
may I shall be cursed for all eternity
the mighty book of demonic possession still opened in my bloody hands
the heart still full of hate and the mind still full of cruelty
I'm standing here, surrounded by these seven trees
inside the circle of the pentagram
my hatred did summon the mighty black winds
to desecrate the last signs of humanity
with my own precious blood I called them back onto this world
from where they've been banished centuries ago
a sick smile on my face coz I felt no mercy
I just wanted to destroy this mortal place
to catch the souls of the screaming dying ones
to untie them all in an impure storm
a storm where all evil and all hatred mingle itself
with the sick ideas of every human sinner
everyone hides a piece of malice inside his soul
and all together it should be an impressive kind of devastation
I summoned all the evilness from lost centuries
with a malicious spell, sealed with my own blood
and called the names of the most malignant demons
to create a medieval storm of screaming souls
that will bring back a time long forgotten
a time where axes ruled
10. A Silent Dream of Impurity
His eyes look so soft and clear
And white are his clothes
A creature, chosen to dwell above the clouds
Imprisoned in a garden of holyness
A sleeping angel
Malicious thoughts aren't welcome here
And a white spell of peace reigns over it
But a might insidious and dark
Is willing to desecrate the holy ban
With a black magic it's creating a dark shadow
And this shadow, full of evil, is trembling beyond the holy garden
Slowly it's entering the aura of the sleeping holy one
And he awakes, coz of a morbid feeling
He did never felt such a power
Did never felt such a lust
A wall of darkness is surrounding him
And the softness in his eyes is lost
He's entering the traitorous shadow again
And still more malice replaces his faith
The truth did kiss his blinded mind
Now he knows that there is a might, stronger than heaven
And his eyes are turning black
11. Steeldawn
Supreme darkness is descending upon the light
on thr hills are waiting warriors, weapons shining bright
their armours do glitter in the cursed light of the moon
muscles are strained, in their hearts the wartunes
await the dawn of steel
adore the god's devourer
listen to the battlescreams
and kill with power
Blood lust in their eyes, hearts of pure metal
greedy for the kill, greedy for the battle
the chains of blindness are all broken
woke up from the christian nightmare, death is awoken
Running down into battle, from the mountains high
forgotten is all the fear, you only hear the battlecry
a sea of axes and spears runs killing upon the meadow
fighting hard to be finally free, side by side with your fellows
Bloodsmeared are the blades, warriors so tired
fought all the day by Lucifer inspired
from axes ripped bodies dying everywhere
under the cold moon, death is dwelling here
12. Tyrant in an Age of Christworship
A feeble scream is breaking the icy silence
black crows ascent to the grey clouds
darkened is the morningsky coz of their wings blow
only their croaks is halling through the wintermorning
greedy my fellows, the mighty four winds, are waiting for my sign
ruler of the north, tyrant of christianity
What's wisdom compared to my knowledge?
What's power compared to my magic forces?
In my mind slumbers fire
and when I command , 7 demons follow my call
tempting is the sight of of the triumph of death
on my oaken throne I'm observing my inhuman desires execution
I am cursed since my unholy birth
but I'm pleased with my existence
christians do not call my name in their prayers
coz I am what they do deny
pure hatred is my soul's life juice
and malice is my gift for the weakminded ones
nothing is forgiven since Jesus died on the cross of lies
dies as martyr for a forgotten myth
I live coz I choose the left hand path, the only right choice
Jesus' body did rot during the passing ages
but my power got stronger and stronger
fed through the tears and hate of the betrayed ones I live
darkness is the revelation of doom
darkness' forces made me a tyrant
within these christian times
13. Midnightcallings
Fast, so fast is my heart's beat
cold, so cold runs my blood
inside the shadow of the moon's light I'm sitting
to let my body get possessed by night's malice
a renegade of normal life
the calm in the midnight's hour pleases my fears
every night I'm here, hidden in the mist
to call on my fellows, my only friends
I call on the spirits of the fog
that they may help help myself
to hide me from humanity's insanity
I call on the spirits of the four winds
that they may take me on their mighty wings
to show me lands where evil reigns
and I call on the shadows
that they will protect me from the killing light of the sun
I call on the wolves, my bloodcurdling brothers
to sing with them together a sombre song to the moon
and I call on the night
coz she took me so openhearted
to show me the things which I couldn't believe
an empty life has got a new meaning now
I'm a mediator between two dimensions
waiting for the seven signs of Apocalypse
I'll call on my fellows every night to the midnight hour
until the day of retribution
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