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ARGHOSLENT LYRICS
"Arsenal of Glory" (1999 Best of/Compilation)
1. Rape of a Slave
2. Of Spears and Horns
3. Hymns of Conquest
4. Branding the Peon
5. Arsenal of Glory
6. The Negress
7. Werguild
8. The Imperial Clans
9. The Nexxus of Chaos
10. A Somber Warcry
1. Rape of a Slave
Come forth you shameless dark cunt
Appeal to my mercy for your life
I command the helpless dame
Bound and shackled in chains
In secluded regions
Atop mountain heights
The mystic starlight
The impurity of the night
Hear the crowd chant her name
Pelting the peon with stones
Devoid of nurture and care
Lusting the vengeance of her stare
Orbiting flames greet the dark
The sounds of shackles commence
The androcentric gem of life
The fierce crack of the whip
Rape of a Slave
2. Of Spears and Horns
Into the far reaches of The Atlantic Empires
The continent of brutes
Possessed a class of servants
A pattern soon modified
And enhanced by their masters
Transforming the existing
Forms of servitude
This acquirement brought
Future disasters
The advanced complexions
Frightened the sickly fools
At the end of their journey
Through summer storms
The New World awaited
Their precious merchandise
Made captive by other
Tribes of spears and horns
Bred for servile labor
Cleansed for the auction
Doom for the not able
Public humiliation
3. Hymns of Conquest
Subversion of the wild and
Wicked ways of the untamed
Legendary providence of breeding warriors
Chests bedecked in metals
Looted from savage lands
Our eyes squint; we sail into the sun
I exalt my creed and watch
The winds embrace my feet
Come navigate the historic canals
As rivers of water flow
Between the banks
Her maiden voyage on soaring seas
Under the sky mighty eagle
The sign of our northern kind
Torn between what is known
And what is not
Sail into the sun
Pacific tides beckon you
I exalt my creed and watch
The winds embrace my feet
Come navigate the historic canals
As rivers of water flow
Between the banks
Nuclear terrorism rescued
Ethnic filtration
Premature migration
Signal the raids
Feasting on the killIn a swirl of red leaves
Temporary adoration of the
Stormy seasons of war
4. Branding the Peon
As the iron cross melts deep
Unto the flesh of the boy
Arcane stench of burning skin
Arouses the phallic demands
Barefoot beggar, son of Mary
Another pest nailed to the cross
Defecated bishops caress
Their bibles and regalia
A monument covered with cum
Mocks the assassination
As the iron cross melts deep
Unto the flesh of the boy
Arcane stench of burning skin
Arouses the phallic demands
I witness bestiality
I begin to expectorate
I respect the occult insignia
I am branding the peon
A hunting prize for the plunderer
No martyr for the chosen sheep
Barefoot beggar, son of Mary
Another pest nailed to the cross
Defecated bishops caress
Their bibles and regalia
A monument covered with cum
Mocks the assassination
I witness bestiality
I begin to expectorate
I respect the occult insignia
I am branding the peon
5. Arsenal of Glory
6. The Negress
Raise us to opulence and power
We take this bundle of thorns
Follow us to post-modern victory
The kingdom of the golden chariot
Tainted woman give your silver
The fine for civil disorder
Fornication of useless eunuchs
Costly act of bestiality
Justify the emerald fortress
Across the exosphere's crown
The negress responds to a tribal call
A mongrel cesspool invites her in
Poor bastards breathing the fumes of genocide
As the chambers of cleansing ignite
Divine children sprinkle their ashes
Supreme oasis has been achieved
7. Werguild
Their honor drove them into battle
Taking the lives of the weak
Killing for conquest and power
Life for the English was bleak
The Vikings...Murder was handled by wergild
Death was their only holy feast
Vikings were great and fearless warriors
The bloodshed and killing would never cease
The Battle...To die, in battle
Would send them to Valhalla
The fear, of death
Would destroy them eternally
Valhalla, was the only afterlife
Charging into battle
With no pain or life
If they died in fear
They would fall to hel
Never to fight again
Never to drink as well
The war, with the English
The dragon ship brought fear throughout the land
King Alfred, was the only hope
To free England from their bloody hand
King Alfred defeated the Vikings
He freed the English from their bloody hand
The Vikings moved on further northTo conquer a far more weaker land
Wergild...
8. The Imperial Clans
Disposed to exercise
Absolute authority
The dark windows of time
Reveal my charming desires
Impelling need to dominate
Establishing my dynasty
Dynamic addiction
Impels men to rule
Enforcing masterdom
On subaltern breeds
The dark windows of time
Reveal my charming desires
Impelling need to dominate
Establishing my dynasty
Abjuring the cross of the holy celibates
We have always been perverse hedonists
Eliminating fools with supreme strategy
Denizens and slaves you have failed to adapt
The Imperial Clans
9. The Nexxus of Chaos
Global incubasis
Apocalyptic depression encrusts
Its foul eggs in the surface
Racial necrosis
Undergoing experiment
Prestigious are the malformed
Abandoned mother probed by famine
Devours her only neonate
Survival conceptually depletes to a cancer
Populous searching for the black cloud's gate
The implosion of the species
As an entity descends
Propagates disease
The beginning of the end
Entangled in the nexus of chaos
Pyogenesis count continues to rise
Fluids resin in calculated time
Atomic structures ensnared
Reinforcing laws of a time to come
Ideals spawn of a sub-molecular entity
Gnawing away at the ribs of god
Replacing with the chassis
To procreate life�s scheme
Be it the backbone of man�s preserving desires
Silicon tombstones, lacing corpses with wire
Repopulate they must, cybernetic cadavers
The earth in a truss while birthing the mangled
10. A Somber Warcry
The sword holds memories
The clash of armored men
Lands which bred bravery
Strange ways to entice them
Arsenal of glory
Unconquered soldiery
The sword holds memories
The clash of armored men
Lands which bred bravery
Strange ways to entice them
Arsenal of glory
Unconquered soldiery
Profane century
Medieval victory
An honor that has been gone
I feel the scorn rush through me
The countless fallen heroes
Whom befouled their dignity
Profane century
Medieval century
Amongst the ruins of hoary castles
Powerful wreaths of incense rise
The wretched knights cull the emblems
To ride along their graceful mounts
Throughout the chamber the aura of hate
Habitually dispersed upon hammering steel
Their cascading blood ensured the kinship
Enthralled amid the somber warcry
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