Thy souls in flames of anger, and cruelty cradle thee In times of war and dragons lore, unleashing unto me Deepest red born winter, for none so dark
of H.P.Lovecraft's mythos. "Blood Of Kingu" And was not Man created from the blood of Kingu, commander of the hordes of the Ancient Ones? Does not Man
Dying in terrible decay Freezing winds freezing it all What fire hasn't burnt Blackened blood flooding the graves Messiah will never return! Unholy words of ancient
life An Aryan From The Light I shalt not run From any fight Death to Children Of The Night The Sons Of Aryan Forgotten through the years Born of The Ancient
Ancient Ways Rune Spells be cast Dark secret of Holy Mass Oh can't you tell The Magik is inside The Well The Triad's flames Doth cover all the planes
to have been borne upon the immortal brow of the legendary Shadow-King him self! And it was written in legend, that should the ancient spells of
Ancient cromlech carved of ice, Etched against a glimmering sky, Beneath the pale moonlight, the witch enthralling, (like the sublime) scent of black
stellar power, their mindsearing meaning at last becomes known to me...) their cosmic secrets unfold... The ice-throne is encased by a shimmering wall of writhing cerulean flame, A lambent flame
flames reflects in my eyes the wildness and hate are born I draw the magic signs in the air the pride, act of holy bastards burnt here's no more place
, Paintig pearls and gold Mystic flames burn bright Around the oaken lord... Forgotten sorcery storms from the skies, From the golden hall of the ancient
town Everything sinks into dead tears And craves for charlatantry Mephisto you are born inside me again But will you speak my names in the ancient tongues? Among thousands flames
flaming shores are yet unseen In spite of dawn, the horizon sleeps The sea gleams with lethal cold Witness yourself here, alone yet bold The night is born
beat right there I?m about to black out with 100 bars On some professional shit So don?t try this at home, yo, yo, yo, yo My style of rhymin' is ancient
ancient ones Spirits of our loved ones Embrace our golden darkside Summon the golden twilight Gather the dark legions Once we were born immortal In the
Ancient ritual in the forest The witches meets for a new sabbath Dancing around the black flames Immersed in the blood of immolated virgins! A malefic
wrestled the tides from lonely Diana For thee Endymion, I forsake the cerements of this star-flung tomb Be with us come, unveil the ancient flame Throw
Its no caressed by misadventure Templars from the crusades Have birthed a church, more masquerade In which they worship mass dementia They came from dust and flame