Mordkaul - The Widow Black

Like a moth is drawn to the flame
Beyond reason, beyond shame
Fallen prey to my demon’s guile

The moon, as it grows and wanes
Dictates the pulses in my veins
Leads me, my soul to defile

A swarm of illusions
Into the hive
A swarm of confusion
Blackens the sky

Now in the eye of the storm
Driven by promises unborn
I dread the pain of salvation

For I know in daylight
These fancies my mind affright
So leave me in my desperation

A swarm of illusions
Into the hive
A swarm of confusion
Blackens the sky

Fingers grope
But cannot find
Let me turn blind
Now in eye the of the storm
Driven by promises unborn

Eyes that stare
Seeing blind
Lies or prayer
Empty words I find
Empty words I find
Empty words I find

A swarm of illusions
A swarm of illusions
Into the hive
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March two three four
March two three four
March two three four
March two three four

My troops are marching in
Rows and rows of discontent
Strength through unity and unity through fear?
We are not religious men, but forced down on our knees
A lie to keep us praying, a lie to make us bow
In a heart of smoldering coal, there’s nothing left to burn

My own damnation
Within their walls
My own salvation

Naked we are not, but draped in failure and greed
We don’t worship the emperor, but the emperor’s disease
A lie to keep us praying, sermon on life and death
Our necks in a salving noose is the only thing we feel

My own damnation
Within their walls
My own salvation

My own damnation
Thy kingdom falls
Salvation - recruitment has begun

My own damnation
Within their walls
My own damnation
Recruitment has begun

All out war
All out war – like a plague we stalk the land
All out war – blessed are the wicked, led by my hand
All out war – funeral pyres light the way
All out war – to Utopia in ashes gray
All out war – into the fray, we live to conquer
All out war – paid in blood, we grow stronger
All out war – night, take us under your wings
All out war – for the dawn again will bring
All out war – for the dawn again will bring
All out war
War
War
War
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Lost the sense of what is real, I am a child on its knees
Something nameless in the dark, lurking, a gruesome disease

Aurora – sleep
Aurora

How can death be calling me? Even I don’t know my own name!
The mourning sun is all I see, burning my everlasting flame

Aurora – sleep
Aurora

Am I alive or am I still dead
Painless salvation or constant regret
The calling of angels or a perverted sun
If only I knew that my nightmare had just begun

I’m drawing a pentagram with a dagger red of heat
Suffering from the burns on my skin, raging, and the veins beneath

Aurora – sleep
Aurora

Am I alive or am I still dead
Painless salvation or constant regret
The calling of angels or a perverted sun
If only I knew that my nightmare had just begun

A fire inside, burning
A broken mask so grim
Entities, dominating when evil creeps in
The flames always yearning
His pandemonium calls
The flesh suffocating when darkness falls

Every truth, every death
From dusk, the waking hours
Every lie, every breath
Till dawn, it gently devours
It gently devours

Aurora
Aurora - sleep

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Demon bride, demon bride
There is no angel, there is no hell hound
That will keep your body in the ground

Sorrow and sadness, mourning and madness
Inspire to necromancy
Engraved on her stone, the spells that I moan
I have woken… what walks with the night

Disciples - ascent from beyond hell
Disciples - bring me her head

Forged in the fire of night time desire
You’ve summoned the dark side in me
Rise from the ashes of a funeral pyre
I have woken... what is shunned by the light

Disciples - my lust must be fed
Disciples - bring me her head

Raving and chanting I claw the earth
Praying and ranting for a second birth
For a second birth

Demon bride, demon bride
Disciples - I send thee on a quest
Demon bride, demon bride
Disciples - do what you do best
Demon bride, demon bride
Disciples - my lust must be fed
Demon bride, demon bride
Bring me her head

Demon bride, demon bride
Disciples, I send thee on a quest
Demon bride, demon bride
Disciples, disciples
Demon bride, demon bride
Do what you do best
Demon bride, demon bride
Bring me her head

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We come by dawn
The last of days
When we are gone
All is erased

Darkening your coasts of gold
Sails of black, souls of coal
By fear embraced, the end unfolds
Pray for oblivion to take hold

No one can save you
Hero nor god
We’re here to enslave you
We come in dress code: blood

Bathe in blood, thick as oil
We take your life as our spoil
Our sins cannot be assoiled
Damnation, the endless coil

No one can save you
Hero nor god
We’re here to enslave you
We come in dress code: blood

Our flag ill-famed
On your headstone
We write our name
In the ashes of your bones

Hear the wind through the charnel house
By its rhythms we are aroused
See us now, in blood doused
Sell your soul, be our Faust

All that is, must be bled
Till the land is barren and dead
Our destiny is to be fed
By every kingdom that lies ahead

No one can save you
Hero nor god
We’re here to enslave you
We come in dress code: blood

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We sinners refuse salvation

From the cradle of life
Already fueled by thirst and hunger
For more and more we must strife
Even if it tears our souls asunder

War - our depraved art
Greed – that rips our soul apart
Lust - our deranged muse
With only eternity to lose

Pride - the supreme creed
The weak – on them we feed
Hell – triggered by our own hand
Now marvel, as gold turns into sand

From the cradle of life
Already fueled by thirst and hunger
For more and more we must strife
Even if it tears our souls asunder

We sinners refuse salvation

Now erased by time, gone astray
Creation and destruction are one
The sun heralds a new day

Our burning world lights the way
Orphans of the future, now pray
The void silently stares back

Onwards to hell
There is no way back
Nobody to witness the new dawn

From the cradle of life
Already fueled by thirst and hunger
For more and more we must strife
Even if it tears our souls asunder

Onwards to hell
Onwards to hell
Are you with us?

Onwards to hell
Onwards to hell
Are you with us?

Onwards to hell
Onwards to hell
Are you with us?

Onwards to hell
Onwards to hell

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Under the light red like wine
See her glare, with eyes lupine
Fur and claws, a sight divine
A pheromone machine, aimed at the spine
With eyes lupine

Submission, her subtle art
From free will, you must part

Whispering in tongues of yore
Of spells and forgotten lore
She commands, I implore
Crawling, creeping on all fours

Submission, her subtle art
From free will, you must part

Bewitched by the scorpion on my lips
The face that launched a thousand ships
Howl my name and shudder
Even the darkness has its wonders
Off she wanders, the widow black
The widow black

Behold the queen, behold the concubine
The cathedral where lust lies… lies enshrined

Let the night be lit my apocalypse

Bewitched by the scorpion on my lips
The face that launched a thousand ships
Howl my name and shudder
Even the darkness has its wonders
Off she wanders, the widow black
The widow black
The widow black

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Where the strong become weak
Where the rich become poor
Where the proud become meek
And the virgin turns to whore

Salvation lies in smoke exhaled
Veins pump toxin, it never fails
The temple fallen, the body turned shrine
Every prayer, a torture divine

Golden liquor, silver spoon
Whatever the poison, guide me to my swoon

Comes the night, I master the art
To gently cut out my own heart
Welcome to hell, I call it home
Here I reign, here is my throne

Golden liquor, silver spoon
Whatever the poison, guide me to my swoon

Where the strong become weak
Where the rich become poor
Where the proud become meek
And the virgin turns to whore

Whatever the poison...
Whatever the poison...

Sobriety is heresy
Now my flesh, this pale cathedral of lust
Stares back from the mirror - broken on the wall
Is this stranger all that’s left of what once was?
Why have I summoned my own downfall?
Now my eyes, the mirrors of a soul forlorn
Witness how I again fuel my purgatory

Golden liquor, silver spoon
Whatever the poison, guide me to my swoon

The ultimate self-predatory
Warfare
Warfare

Where the strong become weak
Where the rich become poor
Where the proud become meek
And the virgin turns to whore
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