BLACK ALTAR

1. INTRO

(Instrumental)


2. BLACK ALTAR

A desired chapel covered with cemetery grave clothes
The breath of death coming from open tombs
The grinding sound of a crypt being unlocked, raped the silence reigning around
Sepulchral winds wailing dementedly, call the Dusky Legions plunged in sleep
When the command is heard and rechoed, they will rise to gain a victory
The time has come
The moon illuminates The Altar with nightmarish glitter
The Altar that is covered with a sticky spider's web
Deathlike atmosphere
The Black Altar with mysterious runes engraved on it
The witness of bloody rituals and cruel ceremonies
He is sentry of secrets known only to the dead
From the deepest abyss of hell
He summoned creatures whose semblence can't be described by any human tongue
Mysterious beings gathered around The Altar, summon their Gods by a blasphemous incantation
The sinister atmosphere of anxiety grows dense as the fog steaks in
The ancient incantation intensifies
The tension reaches its climax
Bolts of lightnings flash across the sky, the wailing winds extinguishes the candles
The Gate of Hell is thrown open...


They are coming!

A bleak gust from another dimension deadended human sacrifice's groan of agony
The bloody ritual becomes real
The Omnipresent Evil materialized in our world so as to take up its residence in human souls


3. WRATH OV THE GODS

They live in the abyss surrounded by the void of time
Forgotten by those who summoned them from another dimension
They await their time
They look back on the past epochs, when they ruled human lives
They dream about new conquest, the new empire that would last forever
When the time comes, the old curses shall cease to exist
When the time comes, they shall wake up
Thirsty through millennia they shall feel the call of blood
Cruel in their wrath, they shall start the apocalypse
They shall have their revenge on those who neglected their power
Their time is coming, the couriers are awaiting
Their dreams become more real
The new order is coming...


4. THE RETURN (BATHORY COVER)

A sorcery written in blood
Whispered by a Witch in the dawn
Summon the darkness pure evil and death
And gather the legions of scorn

The darkness possesses you your soul scream in vain
Tonight the Hellfire shall burn
Thunder and lightning the ancient prediction
The bells chime for Satan's Return...

Blasphemy
Sorcery

It's the RETURN of the darkness and evil
It's the RETURN of the fire and flame
It's the RETURN of my master Satan
It's the RETURN of desire and pain
Sacrifice a virgin to the flames of burning Hell
Black Witch of beauty recite the words of spell
Gather masses run in circles scream for mercy cry of pain
No mercy for the blessed in Hell you all will burn in lord Satan's name

Now descend from the burning blasting sky
Holding the reigns ride the night
Satan appear in full glory and pride
The raped souls of Heaven cries

Blasphemy
Victory
Desecration
Hell and damnation

It's the RETURN of the darkness and evil
It's the RETURN of the fire and flame
It's the RETURN of my master Satan
It's the RETURN of desire and pain


5. LIKE A STEPS OV HARVESTER

(Instrumental)


6. CONQUERING THE THRONE

(Instrumental)


VESANIA

7. DEAMOONION ACT I (MOONASTRAY)

...I've been waiting for this night...
...in the demonic dance of tranquility and concentration...
...gazed at the glaring lunar flame...
...and the glare of crystals pealed by an omnipresence of light in the darkness...
...this night heads fell down
scattered with myriads of ashen grains
this night one of glittering lights has declined...


8. INSOMNIA NOCTIFERI (THUNDEROSE)

I light the candles on my own grave
Deep flames are burning and bleeding

Night
Hundreds of eyes without life
Surround me
They have darkened dead ones
Everyone nailed with a golden cross
To the rocks

Somewhere
Surrounded by the dry trees
On the truncated stump
Senile from the tears of rain
Stands a sun-dial
But there is no sun
Its face gleams in time with thunders
Thunders strike the hours

Woman among the trees
Has a black ring
She is going to stand in a magic circle
Rises her hands
Tight hand with ring slowly spreads

Goddess
Freezed in immobility
Fingers are growing longer
They are creating a thicket
Of branches

Her statuesque body
Becomes a dry trunk
Now in this place stands a tree
Dry as others
But in the place of ring
Blossoms a black flower

She was crying
Now tears of rain are flowing slowly on her bark
She was breathing
Now wind tongles in her branches
The candles on my grave are burning for her
They died out
They succumbed to the breath of wind...