Once blessed by the holy Protected by fate Announcing the twilight The wrath of the Gods The city of Acheron Was drowned by the flood The bells of Acheron
The past has enslaved that all We built for the future life Through an endless age of twilight We tried to regain our pride Strangers ruled us by the
Pour water on thyself Thus shalt thou be A creator of the sun Charon will inhibit his entrance The fields and dwellings of relapsing ruins Find thou thyself
blessed by the holy protected* by fate Announcing the twilight the wrath of the Gods the city of Acheron was drowned by the flood The bells of Acheron
[Music Lyrics by Crowley, Originally performed by Acheron]
I vow to pledge allegiance to the standarts of the strong Put my life upon the line, to Der Wolfen I belong Strength, force, intelligence are the things
Welcome to the new world order Made up the dark elite minds Rebellion wiped out the bastards in charge No sympathy for genetic slime A new age is here
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I reject the gods you adore Freedom from religious lore At ease with my sins Anti-god, my life begins I am heathen Why must you all look to the sky
Beautiful slave, my property Show me submission, on your knees Worthless whore, you've entered my world Feel delight, from perverse actions Bow Before
Fuck their laws and morals They don't represent me For I'm an abomination Praise hate and blasphemy Don't need their holy ranting Don't want to lovely
Under the moonlight, Unholy terror walks They are the creatures of the night A secret cult of bloodlust and death Kindred of the Pentagram They are the
With that I have done and pronounce my judgment. I condemn Christianity, I bring against the Christian church the most terrible charge any prosecutor
I saw the Bastard condemned to crucifixion. Tears of Failure stained his blistered face. Chants and laughter, mocking this Jesus Christ. Upon the Cross
Aeons ago, a lie was born unto the herds of man A story of a merciful hero, labeled as our savior Declared the Son of God, heir of Heaven's throne Sacrificing
Smoke clears the air Heathen flag waves high Our regime is in power Pentagram with an eye Millennium's end, that's where we'll begin Millennium's end
Our father, who art in hell, Hollowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done On earth as it is in hell. We take this night our rightful due And
Before the mighty prince of darkness In the presence of the lords of hell I do confess to my past error, Despising the ways and path of god. Proclaiming
