Satanic Warmaster - Blessed Be, The Grim Arts!

With rituals of evil wisdom
Grim icestorms take me
To the skies, storming black
Like dragon I fly, I desecrate

I hold the sign of evil

I ride the winds of holocaust
Black sword in hand, with witching rage
Wings of darkness surround me
In this ravaged realm, I desecrate

I hold the sign of evil Открыть страницу с текстом

The birth of death, in 1456 when you, the son of the night, son of the Transylvanian plague, started to impale the inferior Turkish race. We hail your grim art of misanthropy! The pain was great, your hordes of grim death arose; fear and death, agony and sick ecstasy to anyone who didn’t obey you! The grim art of misanthropy has started; suffering for hours, under your sight the human race was suffering for your pure pleasure…spilling blood everywhere. Prepare one stake to enter the victim’s anus …then he saddled two horses, started moving slowly forward, the ropes holding the feet to the horses…The victim hoisted up into the air on the stake. No mercy for the weak ones! No mercy for the human race! By the grim art of misanthropy we shall prevail our will! Our higher law! Obey, or you’ll die subhuman. We shall build again the Order of the Dragon! Our suffering empire! The grim art of misanthropy shall return! We salute our heroes, Hail Misanthropy’s Emperor; Hail Lord Dracula! The Immortal Dracula! Открыть страницу с текстом

Born from the blood that was carried through time
Encircling the true essence of the wolf
To reap the weak as a cursed shadow in the night
And let their death ornament the snow

When the fullmoon shines, the werewolf strikes
The human fear sings my song
When carelian forests echoe with your death
The power is regained by the strong

Singing Sieg Heil - psalms to scourge jewish god
To make his children rot and hurt
Burning the chapels so their prayers cannot be heard
To leave them as kill for our knives

When the fullmoon shines, the werewolf strikes
The human fear sings my song
When carelian forests echoe with your death
The spirit is regained by the aware

To see their altars turned to dust - Is a dream becoming reality
To see their cross crumbling to rust - Forgotten to void for eternity

The rite of white man reborn - From false light into darkness
That holds the true light in scorn - The Carelian Satanist Madness

When their children crawl in broken glass
The human torment carries my name
When the embers breed a new black order
The darkness reveals the true light

When the fullmoon shines, the werewolf strikes
The human fear sings my song
When carelian forests echoe with your death
The world is regained by the Satan

The rite of white man reborn - From false light into darkness
That holds the true light in scorn - The Carelian Satanist Madness Открыть страницу с текстом

Moist walls, embraced by putrid stench
Dark hallways, where echoe silent squeaks
The rhythm of dripping water calls to morbid dance
of the contagious children of the crypt

Darkness of the dungeon, womb of the deceased
Stealthy heralds, sharpening the scythe of plague
The parade of creeping shadows, like a living floor
A carpet of sharp teeth and black filthy hair

Here the bones lie, like fallen pillars of ivory
Hundreds of hungry red eyes, slithering tails and poisoned teeth
Only death is real
Eaten by rats

Deep down enshrined inside the walls of stone
Black death's reflection in a pair of red eyes
Around each corner, awaiting to inject painful death
for them to devour the poisoned human flesh...

Here the bones lie, like fallen pillars of ivory
Hundreds of hungry red eyes, slithering tails and poisoned teeth
Only death is real
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The age of tragedies, my vision of a fallen empire
Like a lantern that burned out in ecstasy
Lighting the path of blood and honour into time
For eternity, forever reminding me... Forever changing time...

The man against time, in scorn against decline
One state, one folk, one leader, a true revelation
The purest essence of the cult of our blood
For infinity, flowing inside me... Forever binding me...

My dream of your empire
Fills me with joy
For it is also my fate
To end this life of strife in tragedy...

Live by the sword they say, thus I shall live
Let my words be my blade, let my songs be my spear

My dream of your empire
Fills me with joy
For it is also my fate
To end this life of strife in tragedy
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Mountain sides clad in cold mist
Damned land of mortal terror
Ghastly temples of forests and ruins
In the kingdom of evil souls

In the blackest evil night
Cursed for eternity
As a gestalt of the vampire
The pure perfect evil to be one with Satan
The phantom of the night - Strigoi...

Once these plains witnessed the impalements
When sub-human life fell into decline
The envoy of Satan, the son of the dragon
Cruel tyrant for the living death to conceive

In the blackest evil night
Cursed for eternity
As a gestalt of the vampire
The pure perfect evil to be one with Satan
The phantom of the night - Vrolok... Открыть страницу с текстом

Nature's primal unchained energy
That is enshrined in all that exists
The power of great destruction
And creation on the crumbling remains

Satan, creator
Satan, destructor
Satan, master residing in the void
of true blackness

The erect phallus of fertility
And the horns as it's guardians
The procreation of the triumphant
And the demise of the worthless

Satan, protector
Satan, imperator
Satan, master residing in the void
of true blackness

The ashes that nourish the soil
Born from the wrathful breath
That swallows the burdening life
Is a veil brooding our reborn earth

Satan, protector
Satan, renewer
Satan, master residing in the void
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