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ARGHOSLENT LYRICS
"Bastard Son of One Thousand Whores" (1992 Demo)
1. Cathari
2. Jaws of the Furnace
3. Werguild
4. Mob of the Howling
5. Incursions
6. Swallowed
7. Bastard Son of One Thousand Whores
1. Cathari
Eternal search for pleasureTarget of the hunt is receivedContracting hallucinationsConcept of chronology is lostParanoia is hauntingSonic whispers criticizeTrails of motionOptics engulfed in black spheresVocal activity uncertainAll speech is butchered nowEcstasy craving intimacyHatred is pressured by the priestThe little men emerge from the walls of the pastConstructing their humble abodesNature's concoctions contortWhile poison mutates our chromosomesClosing my eyesThe men dance with the serpentsPentamorphic arrangementThe candles glow incumbentMy eyes are now openThe light refracts my visionSilhouettes distortedForced to kiss the Cathari
2. Jaws of the Furnace
Attempts of intimidationInsults digestedIf killing cannot surmiseLet him be tormentedGods of war gaze on as he diesSpawning flames while receiving his criesPainfully accepting defeatSelf preservation retreatsCremated alive at the stakePleas of mercy have been ignoredHis pain will be legendarySuffer in this perplexed worldCharred body manipulatedFeatures melt from the faceExiting the mortal worldEnter the jaws of the furnaceInhaling the soulsCaressing the black airMorbid hallucinationsFollowed by nightmaresAbsorbs in his lungs‘Till death they are filledTaken by the behemothSo mighty and skilledEnter the process of procreationCybergenesis: the ultimatumPreserve the body for inspectionMechanized for depopulationEntering a field of rust and decayBeneath the armor lie slain cadaversDreams of victory have withered awayDemons howling, possessed by their laughterThe carcass lies dormant impaled to the tableBeneficiaries of combat weld unto the boneThe creation completed concluding the fablePost-mortal warrior to reign aboveAnd kill for his own
3. Werguild
Their honor drove them into battleTaking the lives of the weakKilling for conquest and powerLife for the English was bleakThe Vikings...Murder was handled by wergildDeath was their only holy feastVikings were great and fearless warriorsThe bloodshed and killing would never ceaseThe battle...To die, in battleWould send them to ValhallaThe fear, of deathWould destroy them eternallyValhalla, was the only afterlifeCharging into battleWith no pain or lifeIf they died in fearThey would fall to hellNever to fight againNever to drink as wellThe war, with the EnglishThe dragon ship brought fear throughout the landKing Alfred, was the only hopeTo free England from their bloody handKing Alfred defeated the VikingsHe freed the English from their bloody handThe Vikings moved on further northTo conquer a far more weaker landWergild...
4. Mob of the Howling
From a deep forest beyond the AlpsInto Gaul then Italy they leave their markThe shouting savage people have no fear of deathHordes of warriors launched from the mysterious woodsMob...of the howlingTerrorized Romans retreat to the southRoman legionnaires are sent to fight the beastUnsuccessful divisions have failed the roman frontDown the snowy Alps they slid on their shieldsMob...of the howlingThe Northmen make their appearance inThe spring of 102 BCThe Northmen arrive from the shores ofThe Baltic and North SeaThe tall blond haired warriorWith the fierce blue eyes has comeStripped naked to fightWill the Romans survive?Small dark haired RomansAre destined to die
5. Incursions
6. Swallowed
The blue cloud of doomFell upon my landFelt upon my swordBeheading for a feastOur swords covered with bloodBeneath the melting sunThe praise is for pagan lordsReturning from the huntOur village was set afireThe females screamed for helpThe sand-demons have scarred our sacred landAshes and smoke were leftTo remind us of failureThe women had been stainedBy the rodents of the desertCarriers of the diseaseLeft for us to findWe must please Satan attack the rodents of the sandsBattle...Swallowed by the sandThe land was fully conqueredBut the desert could not be ownedThey slithered to the coreTo praise Yahweh at nightfallThe children had been takenTheir juice sucked into the sandThe sun reflected their bloodFluids consumed by the rodents belowThe blue cloud of doomFell upon my landFelt upon my sword
7. Bastard Son of One Thousand Whores
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