2. Clenched Fist
On a course to fight
To cleave a path with a trail of fire
To the heavens we take
Untarnished blades gripped by clenched fists
The thrill of the kill in the hunters chase
We have exposed the night, from which the feeble flee
Untarnished blades gripped by clenched fists rise
Untarnished blades gripped by clenched fists rise
Brandish new force, like a plague it strikes down
3. Cold Steel
[Music and Lyrics by K.K Warslut]
This is retribution...
... for all those who died!
So come to me all you philosophers,
I have a use for all your words,
And as for poets and bards,
Sycophants to every scar,
(Burn, burn, BURN!)
And as for you lovers of light,
You are prisoners on all sides,
(Burn, burn, BURN!)
And as for you humanists,
I give the gift of pestilence!
(Burn, burn, BURN!)
This is Tyranny...
This is Retribution...
... for all those who died!
And as for your politics,
You march in circles with semantic tricks,
(Traitors!)
And as for you occultists,
You hide in shadows with your books,
And fuck you all religious fools,
Your gods, your temples, your fucking rules,
(Burn, burn, BURN!)
I have no need for pessimism,
I believe in Nihilism!
(Burn, burn, BURN!)
Spare none the blade...
Spare none the fucking blade!
This is Tyranny!
This is Retribution!
For all those who died,
From those who lied!
And emperors of golden halls,
You built your tomb within your walls,
(Burn, burn, BURN!)
So blessed be the murderers,
Who work like wicked conjurers!
(Thrown into the fire!)
Spare none the blade!
Spare none the fucking blade!
Rape the world!
4. Sons of Perdition
God is dead
Praise hail Satan
Cross has dread
Will to power!
Victory is one!
Satan has rise
5. Raped
They came to her house in the dead of night
They came to take her
Her mother screamed and her father cried
"Let them take her!"
So the poor little bitch is taken as a witch
To the dungeon
There she is stripped and beaten with a whip
Then they raped her
And she liked it
So this is how you fuck with a crucifix
The poor little bitch, well she likes it
So they held her down while they took their turn
They had to break her
Said she was evil and she would burn
Then they raped her
So why does this tale turn you on?
Why does it excite you?
"Cos we are beasts like the beasts in the wild"
Or more like barnyard pigs
And you like it
6. The Calling
Gather 'round all you fire-starters
Whirlwind reapers and comet riders
Come sons of Remus
The beast now calls
Wolf sire children
Daughters of Rome - come!
Gather 'round all you fire starters
Whirlwind reapers and comet riders
Come sons of Remus
The beast now calls
Wolf sire children
Daughters of Rome - come!
Come all you mountain lions
Come to our mountain fire
Come and heed the call
We are what you're looking for
Come all you wild wolves
Women with sharpened claws
Come to our mountain fire
We have what you're looking for
Yes, you are what we're looking for
7. Savage Pitch
To the victor the spoils
As I lay here seduced by the power of my ill begotten gains
Outside - War! The ruthless slay
Basking in horrors as my tyranny reigns
But even now I can't resist
Pounding bone with my studded fist
Dawn brings promise but I was cursed at birth
To rule or die like a storm upon this earth
As a mercenary first I came to be
Then the armies hailed and bowed to me!
Wolf, serpent, ritual fire
Blackens the skies like a fucking pyre
Behold my banner kneel to me
Behold my banner my legions see
There's a demon behind these eyes - pitch black eyes
Cruel undead, relentless beast
Animal now as always been
For some are born with the curse
The curse of knowing, and seeing with pitch black eyes
Wolf, serpent, ritual fire
Chokes the skies like a blackened pyre
8. Witch Hunter
Witch hunter - seeks a scapegoat
Witch hunter - words blow in the wind
Witch hunter - seeks a way out
Witch hunter - know all that is sin
Witch hunter - herald of plagues
Witch hunter - would kill to morality's name
9. Shadow
And yea tho' you walk in the shadow of self
Do not be afraid if you find it in hell
Do not be a slave to just what has been
To make the virtue of demons is the "ultimate" sin!
So fear not my friends for the hour draws near
Better to have lived fast, than to die old with fear
Though the old may be wise
No strength to they wield
They envy the young
For by life not death they are killed!