Ancient
Album • 1994
This track is instrumental.
Reveal to me, let me see, the precious face of yours. In darkness, where I'm alone, come forth with your wars. You, forever my lord. You, forever my lord, I always deny jesus, son of god. Creation, never done by god, salvations, I find in the goat, Lucifer, brand me with your mark, Lord of darkness, come out from the dark! Red morningstar, watch me attack, I shall reveal, weak son of god, forever the human lies spreading all wrong, (crushed by) all his evil arts, evil arts of war! Creation, never done by god, salvations, I find in the goat, Lucifer, brand me with your mark, Lord of darkness, come out from the dark!
Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 22, 2025
You lie still, forever dreaming. Belior, thy serpent calls to thee. Hear me, mighty Cthulu, living on a dream. Cthulu, Lord of dreams. Tiamat, Lord of Seas. Ariel, City of sleep. Cthulu, Lord of the Absu deep. In his arms made of yearn, dead Cthulu waits but dreaming, the enemy rose, Hades, be the kingdom, to cover the earth. Cthulu, Lord of dreams. Tiamat, Lord of Seas. Ariel, City of sleep. Cthulu, Lord of the Absu deep. Hades shall come, back to the earth. In sleep, death's son, unifies. Belfritz, here she unfolds, the secrets of the dead! Cthulu, Lord of dreams, Tiamat, Lord of Seas, Ariel, City of sleep. Cthulu, Lord of the Absu deep.
Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 22, 2025
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Eerily howling winds Hear the wolves cry Cries of hunger Cries of hate The ruler in the forest Below the red moon Hiding in shadows Under the golden forest crown Eerily howling winds In the deep darkwoods of Norway They're nowhere to be found The ancient wolfspirit gathered and howled We are the true pagans, we shall always be From our day forward, to eternity Forward in the forest The old man laughed and grinned Bringing forth agony The red full moon This is my ode to thee Ancient ruler of my land Eerily howling winds Hear the wolves cry Cries of hunger Cries of hate In the old norwegian moon I will see their red eyes And I shall greet them And listen to their beauty songs Eerily howling winds
Submitted by The Void — Apr 22, 2025
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