Thanatolatria Sacred carved stones in yout land you will bow down before them Evoke the ancient power as from the simulacrum Spreading existence throughtout the land of the dead Professing the sign of your theocracy Necromancer, you shall die You choose the dead gods instead of my seed of life Unhallowed, thy blood shall be upon thee Thy breed is cursed wounded of death! (E a luz perpétua os ilumine) Monotony of falling into a bottomless pit Diving in the chasm - the orphic mystery For I am the sorcerer, the God of Omen Your flesh will be a blend of... Corpse on corpse upon the wreckage, shrines ravaged by the wrath divine Lay waste to your ground it will become a desert land for all time Worshiper, you shall die I am the death God, you choose my way of life Beloved, thy blood shall be upon thee Thy breed is cursed with this essence of mine (E a luz perpétua os ilumine) Monotony of falling into a bottomless pit Diving in the chasm - the orphic mystery For I am the sorcerer, the God of Omen I give you to you the chance to choose my cross (Descansem em paz) "The idols of the nations are silver and gold, made by the hands of man They have mouths, but cannot speak, eyes, but they cannot see. They have ears, but cannot hear, nor is there breath in their mouths Those who make them will be like them, and so you all who trust in them." (E a luz perpétua os ilumine) Monotony of falling into a bottomless pit Diving in the chasm - the orphic mystery For I am the sorcerer, the God of Omen The flesh is a blend of tears from hate and fire from madness (Descansem em paz. Amém)
Posted on: Wed, 02 Oct 2013 03:38:49 +0000
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