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ANCIENT RITES LYRICS
"The First Decade 1989-1999" (1999 Best of/Compilation)
1. From Beyond the Grave
2. Infant Sacrifices to Baalberith
3. Death Messiah
4. Longing for the Ancient Kingdom
5. Land of Frost and Despair
6. Evil Prevails
7. Last Rites / Echoes of Melancholy
8. Total Misanthropia
9. Blood of Christ (Mohammed Wept)
10. Fallen Angel (Outro)
11. (Het Verdronken Land Van) Saftinge
12. Quest for Blood (Le Vampire)
13. Avondland
14. Mother Europe
15. Aris
16. Season's Change
17. Fatherland
18. Cain
1. From Beyond the Grave
2. Infant Sacrifices to Baalberith
3. Death Messiah
Death Messiah
You're the one
Occult dreams
aren't your goal
Why you preach the Black Book
When handcuffs & whips are
Your game
Death Messiah
Your religion
Only an excuse
Death Messiah
Diabolic desires
are your major concern
Death Messiah
You're the king in your
morbid phantasies
Death Messiah
You're insane
In your sick reality
(you reign)
Die for
Die for
Die for HIM!
4. Longing for the Ancient Kingdom
Longing for the Ancient Kingdom
Darkness still awaits
Searching for the Ancient Wisdom
Let Fear reign once again!
Evil calling
Evil calling
Evil calling
The way of the psychopath
Spill the blood!
5. Land of Frost and Despair
Land of frost and misery
No hope for the future
Only the darkest goal
Only the darkest dreams
Darkest desires fill my soul
Land of Frost and Misery
Blasphemous games
No place for the weak
Only the Cold
No love
Darkest desires
Burn my soul
No place for a weak God
Only Black is real
No place for sun
Dark clouds
Land of Frost
Land of Frost
Land of Frost
No place to raise the children
Winter cannot bare new life
Land of the North
Only the darkest dreams
Touch my soul in
The Land of Frost
6. Evil Prevails
Descend into Darkness
Evil prevails
Show me the way
Storm the Gates of Heaven
MASTER!
Lucifer...
You're the one
Descend into Darkness
Evil prevails
Left Hand Path
Master...of...Evil
SATAN!
Thy Kingdom come
Spit on the cross
Denial of Mary
Mother of Whores
MASTER
Infernal...
Kill the priest
Crush the priest
Drink his blood
Rites of the Black Book
Loyal
Denial of holy souls
Master
7. Last Rites / Echoes of Melancholy
8. Total Misanthropia
Hate!
Take the blood, take the blood
Of my enemies
Total hate
I want them to die
Total misantropia
Who needs weak flesh or family
Total misantropia
Say whatever you want
Meant for me to hear
Hate is the only thing I feel
Destruction follows everywhere
Total misantropia
Hate!
I don't need this love
War!
Bloodshed
War!
Hate!
War!
Bloodshed eternally
I don't understand (love)
I don't want your love
Only Darkness and Hate!
Total misantropia!
If I had only more time (to)
Kill! Slaughter! Destroy!
The beauty of the pain
Destruction of the human race
9. Blood of Christ (Mohammed Wept)
One last look to the sky
Again my end is near
Declared 'criminal of war'
This is my final hour (Execution,
The end)... But the start of my dream
The start of my dream
Reborn I will be, forever I will hunt!
As a traveller throughout time
Reborn I will be
Forever I will hunt, forever I will be
As a traveller throughout time
The spear that tortured christ was mine!
Oh eva! Hold me once more, bite the apple
Who needs this paradise,
Who needs this paradise?!
I inspired nero to put rome into flames
A lieutenant I was, when napoleon
Set the world on fire!
Oh beautiful sight, mohammed being poisoned...
Bible or koran: Pathetic book of lies!
(We always lost a battle, eternally we
Won a war!!!)
The blood of god on my skin
The blood of allah on my hands
Porco dio! Porco dio!
Porco dio! Porco dio!
F�r immer! Voor altijd! Ai§nia!
Blasfemia eternal!!!!
10. Fallen Angel (Outro)
Tired of obeying a God who rules like a tyrant
You create your own kingdom
Surrounded by creatures who pledge their allegiance
Satan's legions none will ever see them fall
Hail to you... Death!
Hail to you... Death!
Tired of obeying a God who rules like tyrant
You create your own kingdom
Surrounded by creatures who pledge their allegiance
Lord Lucifer Your kingdom will come
Hail to you... Death!
Hail to you... Death!
Fallen Angel, Fallen Angel!!!
Legions march... to storm the gates of Heaven
Legions march to storm the gates of Heaven
Our kingdom will come
Fallen Angel!
Your kingdom will come!
11. (Het Verdronken Land Van) Saftinge
"Centuries ago when Belgium and Holland were not divided by borders SAEFTINGE was a Thriving Place We shared. Since Medieval times Our North Sea and it's Waters both Lost and Took Land which changed the geographical Outlook of our Countries (As did Politics). Although Forever Lost Saeftinge is still indicated on our Modern Maps as "Drowned Land of Saeftinge"..." Here One can Hear The Call of the Sea While a Deadwhite Moonlight is creating the Ultimate Unlight Or at Night, or at Night... O Sad and Beautiful Night Full of Melancholy When the Silent Dark Waters Are inviting the Lonely Souls of Mourning Lost Ones... Like Me of Mourning Lost Ones... Like Me Here Once I led a Life My Home was build...Before the Cruel Water Came May be the Death Fish washed on the Shore With their Cold Eyes Have catched A Glimp - A Glimp.. Of my Forever Lost Village Do I Hear my Ancestors Call? Oh Beautiful and Cruel Lost, Forever Lost - Dark Medieval Times Drowned Land of Saeftinge - Drowned Land of Saeftinge Here Once I could Hear the Bell toll, Here once I had a life, My home was build... Here One can Hear the Call of the Sea Oh y Drowned Land MIJN VERDRONKEN LAND VAN SAEFTINGE... Saeftinge - Saeftinge - SAEFTINGE, Forever lost, FOREVER LOST ...
12. Quest for Blood (Le Vampire)
Toi, qui comme un coup de couteau
Dans mon coeur plaintif est entree
Toi, qui fort comme un troupeau
De demons, vins, folle et paree
To make out of my humiliated spirit
Your bed and your domain
Honourless crook to whom
I am connected like a slave to his
Chain, like a stubborn player to the
Game, like a drunk to the bottle,
Like a maggot to the corpse
Maudite! Maudite soit-tu!
I have prayed the rapid sword
To conquer my freedom
Helas! The poison and the sword
Took me with despise and told me:
'You are not worthy,
You are not worthy!
To be liberated of your slavery!!!
If our efforts would free thee
Your kisses would awake
The remains of your vampire within
Your vampire within!!!'
Maudite! Maudite!...
13. Avondland
14. Mother Europe
Oh remember the proud Hellenic civilisation
The cradle of Europe where it all began
Or the Portuguese and Spanish Armada
Overwhelming Thy power, a tribute to the south
Bruges, Antwerp, Ghent forever in my heart
Representing medieval Flemish pride
Brave Teutonic, French and English knights
Thy shining armour now long vanished
Thy glory, however, forever remains
Praised be the Scandinavian hordes
Once the nightmare of the Christian world
I talk of not of mercy
I talk not of fear
The hopeless warriors of a Willing Doom
Children of Italia
In ancient times "Roma Caput Mundi"
De Verenigde Nederlanden, parel van het noorden
Belgium and The Netherlands stood as one
Mother Europe born from your womb
Mother Europe on Your soil shall be my tomb
I talk of not of mercy
I talk not of fear
The hopeless warriors of a Willing Doom
Oh what that gallant spirit shall resume
Leap from Europe's bank and call Thee from the tomb
(Hail to the sons of eastern Europe
the Slavonian soul never fades)
Blessed are Scotland, Ireland and Bretagne
Where the Celtic dream still lives on
Shall be my tomb!
15. Aris
Hear me, ancient forefather (Ambiorix)
Honoured be Thy deeds
Leading our tribes against the aggressor
Outnumbered, a campaign that could not be won
(But forever Thy blood in my veins)
Gracious Spartan civilisation
Eternally blessed Thy war spirit
Surrounded by thousands of Persians
"Molon lave" a final proud statement
(None of thee survived
but Thy Hellenic glory is everlasting)
Noble was your cause, brave Vercingetorix
Sad the day of your sacrifice
An example to your Celt tribe
Dying in solitude
(But Thy soul) forever in my heart
Remember the moment Jerusalem fell
The shrieks of the conquered, the conqueror's yell
The roofs that we fired, and the plunder we shared
The wealthy we slaughtered, the lovely we spared
Aris! And Aris shone!
Mars! And Mars rose!
Geuzen der Lage Landen
Van Antwerpen, Amsterdam tot Den Briel
Helden der Calvinistische droom
Nachtmerrie der Spaans/Roomse overheerser
Voor eeuwig Uw bloed in onze aderen
Noble was your cause, brave Vercingetorix
Sad the day of your sacrifice
Hear me, ancient forefather Ambiorix
Honoured be Thy deeds
Leading our tribes against the aggressor
Outnumbered, a campaign that could not be won
Forever Thy blood in my veins
Noble was your cause
Sad the day of your sacrifice
An example to our tribe
16. Season's Change
Torches to guide the way
To walk the misty paths
The forest seems like a shelter
On this cold winter night
A huge fire is reflecting shadows
Of youth and old age
As the open place is reached
And the elderly take their seats
This is the night of the season's change
And a new fire shall be lit
A silent moment to remember the deceased
(The way our ancestors did)
Season's change
Season's change
Traditional music containing the soul of a people
On this cold winter night
Again a circle completed and rituals more ancient
As if the son of God never arrived
Memories subconsciously always present
Vague visions of past centuries
This is the night! When season's change
This is the night! When season's change
The trees seem to whisper their names
The wind is full of a thousand voices
As if summoned from the past
Though no words are needed
A tribe will never die!
Memories subconsciously always present
Vague visions of past centuries
Appearing in the mind
Images of times we may have never lived
Yet oh so present, so divine!
This is the night when season's change
17. Fatherland
When the restless North Sea is
trying to gain more land
And a merciless west wind
steals my breath
When the fierce waves are pounding on the beaches
Plain as an endless desert
Or uttermost vile storms are
Teaching my people humbleness
Then one can see my land resist
There one can see my land fight
As gloomy grey skies
Cast away the northern sun
I turn home.... Always turn home
I turn home.... Always turn home
And our cities and villages
Representing centuries and centuries
Seem to drown due to eternal rainfall
Or the rivers turn into Gold
I turn home.... Always turn home
I turn home.... Always turn home
Fatherland! I always turn to my Fatherland!
Fatherland! Keep on turning to my Fatherland!
Fatherland! Always turn to my Fatherland!
Fatherland! I always turn to my Fatherland!
Our cities seem to drown
Due to eternal rainfall
I watch the rivers
Turn into Gold
Under a genial sun
When snow capped forests
Create visions larger than life
Then I realise where I belong
My eyes have seen the continents
The beauty of foreign civilisations
An uncontrollable desire forces me to wander
Yet echoes of melancholy and remembering
The splendour being mine (make me turn home)
Where castles and towers are the sole mountains
And father time seems to have less grip
Where castles and towers are the sole mountains
There my land can be found
I turn home.... Always turn home
I turn home.... Always turn home
Fatherland! I always turn to my Fatherland!
Fatherland! Keep on coming to my Fatherland!
Fatherland! Always turn to my Fatherland!
Fatherland! Always turn to my Fatherland!
18. Cain
I live to die
How can my father turn to a God
Who creates everything to die?
I feel deceived, rejected...
How can one pray?
All so useless, senseless, cruel...
Then I prefer to turn away
Then I prefer to turn away
From your God who can't be mine
Who can't be mine...
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