Baal Zebuth - The Cold of the Funeral Moon

Malediction is above the grave
You're doomed to torture in the dark abyss
You see a point in front of you it's light
Go to it

You'll be going forever
Do you want there? But don't reach
The way back is out
You chose your fate
Your body is nothing
Come on, voices call you

Deceived by eternity

I hear the astral silence
I enter the abyss of blackness
I see the cold light of Algol
The crystal eye of Satan

Ride over the cosmic fields of Satan
Into diabolical emtiness

Endless Kosmos endless horror
Spiritual rites of the moon
To the stars across the universe
His infernal kingdom of gloom

Ride over the cosmic fields of Satan
Into diabolical emtiness

Flying with planet caravans
At the heart of meteoric hailstorms
Sense the glacial gaze
Of His Satan's Majesty

Ride over the cosmic fields of Satan
Into diabolical emtiness

Oh, Lord, of disastrous emptiness
The demon of the grey waste
Your offering prepared for expiation
Take it with our bows

The horns crown your head
The eyes are all-seeing
The slaves keep your throne
The wrath create the storms

You gave us part of your wisdom
The art of war and infinite void
The insane lust and human lechery
All disgusting gifts of Hades

We utter the black names of Azazel, Uza, Azael
Through thousand ages of desolation
We worship to Thy majesty

You rose the fallen angels
They gathered the mighty hordes
To rebel against divine will
We hail your hosts of darkness

Oh, Lord, take this sacrificial goat
As a symbol of our obedience
Testimony of your triumph
Victory of the Ungod

Azazel

The moon was in her splendour
The night was passing round her dominions
Forest was dreaming of the deep sleeps
Nocturnal mists were huddling to the ground
Bare mountain ruled the masquarade

Thousand faces darker than darkness
Hundred eyes more fathomless than chasm
Beset the greatest throne
The throne of the Bare mountain Master

Unholy feast of Walpurgis
The black horn-crowned goat
Grimness packs of demons
Of deadly paleness withches
Mighty dismal wizards

Flashes of lights and fires
Blasphemy of heady wines
Blood and flesh of unbaptized infants
The time of somber witchery

Mystery on a secret glade
Wrapped in a shroud of spider's web
Strength of the devilish lust
Give birth to the great semen

Night on a Bare mountain
Nocturnal mists were disappearing
Forest was awakening
Night was forsakening her lands
Moon was dying

Torn chains of the closed crypt
Terribly jingle of a midnight wind
Night stretches her cold embraces
Onto whole world

This night I shall arise from the dead
To create endless evil
I hear the sinister wind
Howling among the trees

When I shall arise from the grave
No one a new born christian
Escapes Thy hammer of vengeance
My soul will find tranquility
When all the christians will burn in hell

Then I'll rule the slaves
In their eternal nightmare of non-existence
By power of Thy iron hammer

Burning remains of the christian lie
In flames of the mighty battle
Decomposed corpses are desecrated
By the blasphemous prayer

Earth shuddered from the thousand legs
The sky was ready to fall
The abyss grined the rocks
As a black wolf's trap

Feeling the bestial warlust
Where the total death
Filling the vampiric bloodlust
Which summons your desires

Kill all the liars
Satan's hellfire
Kill all the liars
Satan's hellhammer

Countless battlefields of Armageddon
The swords reveled by the enemies blood
The axes crushed skulls
The spears pierced bodies

This tempest brought their pain
They cried for mercy
No pity to the enemies
They must be obliterate

Their banners were plunged into dust
The warriors covering the ground
Now they are the pray of ravens
They are dead christian bastards

Kill all the liars
Satan's hellfire
Kill all the liars
Satan's hellhammer

Under this bloody moon
They will be rotting
This is their black Gehenna
Entangled maze of torments

Eternity devours their souls
They transmutate into nothingness
Disappear as the sun beyond horizon
We are alone in the dark realm

Oh, glory of this battle
We are the victors
On spaces of this land
Set the fire of Satan

Kill all the lairs
Satan's hellfire
Kill all the liars
Satan's hellhammer

Embodiment of my imagination
Turning into reality
I saw it in my dreams
Now I 'm dead
And I see it in front of me

The castle of horror
Embodiment of my imagination
After death in eternity
The castle of horror

I open the door
Come in and feel the smell
The smell of cold and eternal terror
It's the place
Where I will create evil forever

The castle of horror
Embodiment of my imagination
After death in eternity
The castle of horror

My eternal creation evil

In a midnight darkness
I see your fresh grave
A cross put on it
Your christian soul goes to hell

You died for this
So as to get there
The cross doesn't help
Into this gloom combination you've got

You feel the cold
The cold of the funeral moon