Abysmal Grief
Album • 2018
No lyrics have been submitted for this track yet.
No one be aware of this secret rite A meeting held when moon gets black Longing for knowledge, exhume the body And rob its funeral drapes Crackling torches arranged in circle Enlighten barely the uncovered grave The Pentacle of Saturn is drawn on the cloth To summon mourn and scourge Reverse the Funeral, Perverse Black Art Enthralls the coven, Behold the corpse revived! Recalled from the Dark plane, loth to return Imprisoned back in flesh Bloodcurdling moans reveal the Doom And speak in tongue of Death Hail Grandmasters of high Necromancy! Unchain with spells the arcane pent wrath Curse and damn and blast them all I sworn my eternal spurn Reverse the Funeral, Perverse Black Art Enthralls the coven, Behold the corpse revived! "Coniuro vos omnes demones odiosos et malignos, invidios et discordes, per eternitatem omnium creatorum, per omnes sanctos et sanctas dei, per omnes reges et dominatores inferi, per nomina demonum Astaroth, Asmodeus et Baal: quatenus quantum odium inter vos existit et quantum inter Cayn et Abel fuit, tantum inter homines protinus inseratis. Accendite itaque ipsos, et taliter inflametis quod unus alterum videre non valeat, ymo uno reliquum in innumerabili odio rebellis affligat. Removeatur ab omnibus omnis amor, dilectio, fraternitas et compago. Et ad inimicitiam ac omne odium maximum convertantur." (Codex Latinus Monacensis 849)
Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025
A request of Evil had long been sent And now the owl's grim hoot forbodes the Event Praying odes quietly rise from the sorcerers' lairs Yearn mad to follow the clink of the Black Dog's chain The night prevails much faster and the birds stop sing These woods are shrouded in dark, aware of what's going to begin Chrism and oils were stolen from the churches, holy cross is raped Hexens proud ride the night, Asmodeus awaits! Witch-Queens of Hell, diabolical From the Stygian Realms arise To the rite! To the rite now! To the rite! Maleficence! Emissaries of primal darkness revere the God of the Dead Renew the atavic hatred to work malice on men Priesthood of the goat-horned religion attend the sacrament feast Join hands around the bonfire and celebrate the madness' begin! Witch-Queens of Hell, diabolical From the Stygian Realms arise To the rite! To the rite now! To the rite! Maleficence!
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025
Moon is black tonight Silence is mantling every sound Shadows coming down the hills Fires are burning in the clearing Witches are dancing, ghosts around the pot Crying, praying, summoning the Witchlord "Witchlord, come to us, thine servants 'till the end Possessed by Evil, we're trembling for thy strength" Wind blows shaking the treetops Lightning flashing through the sky Thunder frightening men asleep Black shapes coming out the pot Witches are bowing boneless before the dark smoke Weeping, shaking, summoning the Witchlord "Witchlord, come to us, thine servants 'till the end Possessed by Evil, we're trembling for thy strength" A blaze of darkness from the Reign of Black strikes the pot in the middle of the glade; A gust of smoke rising from the circle melts to poison as two horns appear; A voice of sickness from a goated helm fills the air with a mortal stench: "Kneel, my servants, I heard your sick pleas, the time has come to fight for your faith. Evol, my Lord, sends me to drive you, the storm of Death we will bring on earth. Thunder, Plague, Wind, Flood, come to my request, Father give me strength. Rise up your weapons and follow my dark sword, creators of darkness bow to the Witchlord"
Submitted by MetalElf — Nov 12, 2025
This track is instrumental.
A lonely church is opened But that's not time for prayers Alone and helped by darkness We're here to desecrate A sudden thrill has seized us Slinking on through the gate The smell of incense fresh burned Excites the rape... A real madness drives us Prepare the censer for the mass The Mass! The Mass! Rege Satanas... Rege Satanas...
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025
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