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Vivisected strain, under feathered plume
Heart of essence drained, subhuman slain
Soul by darkness stained, spiritual ruin
Hell inflicted pain, till no life remains
Conquerors crushed
Beneath the ritual knife
Lying on the slab, murdered Catholic dogs
Dining on the fat, o men of plenty
Still the few who ran, hear the anguished screams
Pagans of the land, dance on nameless graves
Under darkened skies, shall his will be done
Tis your fate to die, ere dawning of the sun
Ravens pluck the eyes, gods claim the flesh
To the altar tied, bereft blood and breath
Conquerors crushed
Beneath the ritual knife
Unforgiving seas, shall not wash your sins
Every salty breeze, choking on the blood
Warriors such as these, a fight we cannot win
Warn your vengeful king, man without his tongue
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A Monument to Folly
05:14
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Father, whose spirit guides my blade, I await thy mighty call
Ever, the hunger grows in me, desecrate thy mortal souls
Master, whose kingdom shall be wrought, burning through the holy see
Slavers, with flesh we raze these walls, laying siege to Yahweh's hall
Daggers, with which I pierce the hearts, spirits shorn for ritual
Never, to see the light of day, vessel born for Satan's breath
Vengeance, I swear upon the priest, arbiter of godly creed
Preacher, whose flock you now betray, lying neath the broken cross
I am enslaved, for the power of hell I fight
I serve his will, in the darkness and dead of night
Through this fog ever shrouding my heart
By the urge I cannot break
I open the gates to the cemetery
With the rage of squandered blood
The keeper who had warned me before
Still confirms my gruesome fate
I plead for my cursed and damned soul
Torch this monument to folly
Father, whose spirit guides my blade, why have you forsaken me?
Never, to know her warm embrace, nevermore to walk this earth
Faster, the war drums ever beat, conquerors of earthly woe
Sever, my spirit from my flesh, spectral sword and bane of kings
I am enslaved, for the power of hell I fight
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Unholy Dominion
04:32
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Within the ancient tome
Malignant spirit shackled still
Incantations I recite
Now arise from murky depths
Riding on the eight legged steed, o'er the earth we march
Blood of gods shed for me, and glory greater still
Cut them down with the flame burning ever black
Immortal steel judge these souls, cast the weak down to hell
Within the ancient tome
Imminent visions of my end
These maledictions I deny
Will follow me to the grave
By this sword slain shall be gods and kings alike
Now behold this unholy dominion I shall forge
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Wolves of Retribution
03:07
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Mercy, voices, screaming
Bastards cast judgement by steel
Honor, make them suffer
Hatchet stowed upon his belt
Hunting, blood stains, hoof prints
Displaced pagans with no homes
Find them, reclaim your lands
Kill them, show them no fear
Butchered, limbs strewn, heads roll
Bonfire scours flesh from bone
Consumed, flames of vengeance
Ashes of the traitor's cross
Over rising flames
Cast the worthless husks
Burn the bloody remains
O, wolves of retribution
Whores of Christ, rape them
Chosen scum, kill them
Over rising flames
Cast the worthless husks
Burn the bloody remains
O, wolves of retribution
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Malum Mortuus Denver, Colorado
As cold and solitary as the peaks of the Rocky Mountains, a monument to what was, is, and ever shall be. Forever independent, forever underground.
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