vobiscum satanas.
cursed nazarene, impotent king.
behold great satanas.
as he drives his nails deeper
into thy hands.

oh, crusified nazarene,
where are your powers now.
when you are faceing, the greater force.
cursed nazarene, impotent king.
behold thee, great satanas.

I feel your essence all around me,
and see you dead on our floor.
Realize it would kill me to see you
dragged out like a rotting whore.
The dead are not theirs to take,
fuck their reality.I seek revenge.
Fuck their stupidity, your death will be avenged.

Come closer for myself...and let your angels fly away.
As i am , forgiven by them... mine angels.

Feel mine cleansing touch... fall through your worlds...
fall...onto me.

Let me caress you...let me take you through mine worlds.
Let them (mine angels) taste you with this night, with this tongue of this might.

Perish...onto us...feel your mind weaken, your cold body withered...
let us... take you far of this night, far away within distress to die...

Stars, hide your fires;
Let not light see my black and deep desires.

...So embrace the flowers of fall and remember the rain which will ever weep over landscapes wide and grey
and feed the rivers flowing into the waters of life though oblivion is a mightier water - so majestic, so cold, so fathomless deep...

I had once believed in angels
They were everywhere I looked
A gentle hand guiding me
To give more than I took
But I have died a thousand times
Watching all these angels fall.........

Heavens die
Beyond false illusion of life
Reigns the aeon of thee old
And through veil of dark blood
They will rape this world until
It's black and cold

A plutonium fist in the face of god
Will seal the last chapter of our fate
A death created by hand
But commanded by infernal hate

Moloch
Let Heavens Die
Heavens Die
Let Heavens Die
Heavens Die

As the Darkness creeps over the Northern mountains of Norway
and the silence reach the woods, I awake and rise...
Into the night I wander, like many nights before,
and like in my dreams, but centuries ago.

Обижаете.

Это очень при очень старая песня....Яна-Голубь.
И то что вы ее не знаете не значит что это гавно

И то что вы ее не знаете не значит что это гавно. Я попсу не слушаю.

. обиидно

On this violent night
Unholy night
Winds lashed their limbs together
As the ether vent its wintry spite

She wished His kiss on Her frozen landscapes
To excite the bleak advance
From castle bowers
Wherein small hours
The Devil never came by chance
A lone charm tied to Her inner thigh
Sent lusts nova as hooves trod
Cobbled streets where lowlives fleet
Were flung to a wayward god