• Ripping Corpse

    from 'Anti-God'..
    The old one, great old one
    It is nightmare itself
    Waiting in slumber
    Deep in the earth it dwells
    Steaming, oozing stench of one thousand graves
    Sleeping, dreaming in the corpse city of Ry'leh










  • Electric Wizard - Supercoven

    Black sun master
    Under starless sky
    Black stone altar
    They pray to the sign
    The old ones were
    And they shall be again
    Yog Sothoth is the gate
    Planetary alignment predicts their reign

    Supercoven
    Have awakened the Ancient Ones
    Mindless slaves to the black god
    Moan dark hymns to the sun
    To the sun

    Mindless fuckin' slaves
    You're mindless slaves

    They watch from the sun
    Since our lives had begun
    They want us to be free
    If only we could see

    Yeah! Turn to the sun...

    Supercoven...

    • bibrau schrieb...
    • Benutzer
    • 29. Nov. 2011, 2:00
    Fields of the Nephilim
    The Watchman

    Innocence is hurting, a world speaks out of tune
    Promise calls, promise falls, what are we to do?
    With a clouded view, you follow me through

    Sadly the tides are changing, my world slips out of you
    Your body falls, my body calls, what are we to do
    With a clouded view, you follow me through

    My lifes turning pages, I see a promised day
    Watchmen never age here, they just sleep in vain
    Drowning people stare here, they don't care to call
    So I rebury the pages, Kthulhu calls...

    You'll see, you'll see her when she starts to form
    You'll see, you'll see her when she starts to call

    In the name of Jesus Christ won't you fear my name
    I've been around since Moses, your preacher never came

    You'll see, you'll see her when she starts to form
    You'll see, you'll see her when she starts to call
    Follow me...

    You sleep, you sleep, follow me

    It's just another day, remember I am calling you
    Just another day, remember she's calling for you
    Just another day, Kthulhu I am calling for you
    Just another day, An empire has fallen from view

    You sleep, you sleep
    Follow me
    You sleep, you sleep
    You cannot follow me

  • The Vision Bleak

    Dreams In the Witch-House


    Despite all warnings the first night in the supposedly cursed house is at hand.

    So, these are the walls
    Wherein hides my doom
    And night, when it falls
    Brings ghoul-ridden gloom

    Rest shall I find in here
    'till death doth his deed
    Away with these tales of aghast!
    That bereaveth my sleep.

    Now wine and dim light bring slumber to me!
    A new morning shall prove them all wrong,
    Them olde creeps and their
    Dull fairytale fantasy.

    The haunt is on...

    "And to thee night appears
    Sans the quiet of her spheres.."

    No longer can I bare
    The pesterings of light
    Safe the sacred fires
    That moon and stars ignite.

    Good is evil, wrong is right
    And thy horrors my delight!

    The haunt is on...

    No rest will I find
    As long as a dream
    Within my wretched mind
    Brings darkness to sheen.

    For sorrow and woe
    Seem my destiny
    No thought of dispersion,
    Nor gleams of the hope
    Of the hopeless
    Have found into me!


    The Curse of Arabia



    The following morning.
    Confused by the happenings of last night he seeks advice at the church nearby.
    The priest now reveals to him is true nature.

    One thousand and one moon ago
    In darkest age of yore
    Man praid to ancient gods
    And lived by secret lore
    One ancestor of thine
    Whose blood runs in thy vein
    Who travelled all the seas
    Was said to be insane
    So in one fateful night
    When clouds did hang the moon
    He crossed the river Nile
    And settled our doom
    In the strange realms of Arabia
    He fell to gem and gold
    And in his greed he cursed ye all
    By a spell of old

    Temples were made
    Built by thousand hands
    And evil did create
    Gold from the desert sands
    Gem on Gold
    Stone on Bone
    ...And all did pray to great KUTULU!

    One thousand and one moon ago
    In darkest age of yore
    Man praid to the ancient gods
    And lived by secret lore
    Grand evil was invoked
    Just one word can describe
    "Kutulu" was the bane
    That rode the winds of night
    Great riches he did bring
    To those that served his deed
    But death and doom was cast
    On folk not of his seed
    All women have been stained
    Filled with his black cum
    His malice runs in thee
    Be cursed Kutulu's son!

    Kutulu!


    The priest goes into a detailed description of the unholy rite
    That did cast the evil spell onto our main character.

    A moonless sky, midnight was nigh
    No sound did break the still
    A strange mystique
    Was fellt in all
    A spirit that seemed
    Wrong and ill

    Suddenly the cold winds blew
    And coyotes howled afar
    A mighty thunder shattered the earth
    The growl of grand GNAA

    Whisp'ring voices could be heard
    Utt'ring a foul spell
    Man circled 'round a secret stone
    And summoned greatest hell

    Cold blades did light in darkness
    And the high priestess
    Started the unholy rite...

    IA! IA! KTULU FTHAGHN!
    IA! R'LYEH! KTULU FTHAGN!

    Blood was shed unto the stone
    That raised into the air
    And from the ground crept
    What seemed snakes,
    But God know what was there!

    Cold blades did light in darkness
    And all the desert
    Seemed to join the blasphemy

    IA! IA! KTULU FTHAGHN!
    IA! R'LYEH! KTULU FTHAGN!


    Brüder kämpfen und bringen sich Tod, Brudersöhne brechen die Sippe;
    arg ist die Welt, Ehrbruch furchtbar, Schwertzeit, Beilzeit, Schilde bersten,
    Windzeit, Wolfzeit bis die Welt vergeht nicht einer will des andern schonen.
    (Völuspa)
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