sign Oh hail Satan, yes hail Satan Lay down your swords, the evil star It's a black funeral She was a victim of my coven Open the black box on the
the black box to the altar Now raise your hands and do the sign Oh hail Satan, yes hail Satan Lay down your swords, the evil star It's a black funeral
When the gates have all been opened When the funerals never end When satans ports paint out hearts And sadness our souls When witches burn the priests When the ancient
: [music & lyrics Thegn Damieus] Above swelling seas of blackness Dark crags tower in funeral silence Grim buzzards soar and circle As charnel beacons
: I'm the cobwebbed stairs, the ancient bones I'm the shadow rippling cobblestones, I'm the stagnant swamp, the black lagoon I'm the branches scratching
: [by Akhtya Nachttoter of Black Funeral] Thou Evil Spirit, Thou fever of the desert Gather unto this circle My blood I offer, feed and grow strong
Cobwebbed stairs, the ancient bones I'm the shadow rippling cobblestones I'm the stagnant swamp, the black lagoon I'm the branches scratching at the moon
king. The keeper of the city keys Put shutters on the dreams. I wait outside the pilgrims door With insufficient schemes. The black queen chants The funeral
King The keeper of the city keys Put shutters on the dreams I wait outside the pilgrim's door With insufficient schemes The black queen chants, the funeral
. The keeper of the city keys Puts shutters on the dreams. I wait outside the pilgrim's door With insufficient schemes. The black queen chants the funeral
. The keeper of the city keys Put shutters on the dreams. I wait outside the pilgrim's door With insufficient schemes. The black queen chants the funeral
promised, especially your life I demolish Too many niggas claim street but wouldn't last in the projects Too many happy-go-lucky cats rap with no money Black
When the Gates have all been opened When the Funerals Never End When Satans Power Paint our Hearts and Satisfies our Souls When Witches Burn the priests When the Ancient
black, whilst we mortals must confine ourselves to the more pedestrian inner spectrum. Primal primary colours. We are the band playing in front of the funeral
and not to think We are born of the ancient race To lead you in total darkness Counts and lords with black blood United under the funeral moon The
part of an endless journey I'm Satan and Satan is me Finding myself through this experience Wash away all that ever was... My life is a funeral ceremony
be the beginning of iron holocaust evil enters the skies for the return of sodomy black snow covers the horde of christ winterwinds destroy jehova's palace ancient
