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ASES LYRICS
"Of Moonlords and Sunwheel Warriors" (2004)
1. Black Metal Knights
2. Domination
3. Voices of Vengeance
4. Burn the Neo-hippies
5. Sons of the Earth
6. The Call of the Emperor
7. Of Moonlords and Sunwheelwarriors
8. The Patriots
9. The Emperor's Theme (Outro)
1. Black Metal Knights
Hear the anger of Black Metal rising as a sunwheel
Praise the breed of heathen blood
Praise the breed of warriors
Howl your been
Bestiality
Your true ancestral pride
You must believe in yourself and be your first god
You are the Black metal knights
Results of ancestral cults
Waiting for the final fight
For your blood and your land
You are the Black Metal knights
Sons of the dragons of the north
Deny all the books of lies and their feeble weak sons
This putrid humanity and this bastard society
Spit on this world of weakness build on debasing rules
You mighty Black Metal knights lords of the only holy fight
2. Domination
I am the Black Death
I am the night prowler
The curse that creep amongst you men
Prophetor from darkness
Messenger of evil
The poisoned thorn that will cause the decay of human race
I hate you rapers
I abase you when I terrorize your nuns
And when your prudish daughters
And sisters sell their souls to pagan cause
Under the assaults of my tongue and my rod
And league with me soul and body
I am the infection
I am the gangrene
I spit my venom of soul and body
3. Voices of Vengeance
Sons and daughters of weakness
They don't believe in pagan freedom
They don't believe in bestial force
Grand fathers from the lands of shadows
Narrate us your old legends from our fatherland as it was
Let us know how it should be
Concede us the lost knowledge
Lead us to the heathen stronghold
The great forest from your myth
Mixing our blood and our land
By and for the laws of nature
Forever in our hearts and souls
4. Burn the Neo-hippies
No forgiveness, no mercy
We are the barbarians
I dream of million bodies strewing the battlefield
Ripped up by the blades of vengeance
Spilling their decaying guts in the grass
Fertilizing my lands and forests
The harvesting will be better next year
We are the pagan legions in the employ of ourself
I see thousands cadavers of those hippie vermines
Gutted up to throat of their sacred ecstasy
No tolerance toward this polluting waste
No rave parties on my land
They are the parasites they are the weakness
Subculture for drugs addicteds
5. Sons of the Earth
Contemplating the fields of snow
I perceive my own eternity
At night I see all in black and white
Concrete and filth disappear under a shroud of white purity
But sometimes some pest shadows and jangles of humanity
Appear in the middle of my fatherland
And bring me back to this putrid present
Sons of Wotan
Sons of Teutates
We are our own pride
We are our own future
We must protect our sacred children
And transmit them our great culture
Sons of Wotan
Sons of Tuetates
Remember our believes
Remember our roots
We are the heirs of Europa
We are the heirs of pagan blood
6. The Call of the Emperor
Nations of blockheads
Rotten civilizations:
Cutting trees and burning forests
Building bigger towns and dams
Burning more petroleum
Building modern industries
Give them what they've created
Give them now their own future
Offer them to stop loosing their time
Show them what hate and vengeance means
Burn
Kill
Clean this world under money domination
Burn
Kill
Clean this world and its decadent parasites
7. Of Moonlords and Sunwheelwarriors
I saw you my son
Contemplating our realm
I saw you my son
And I saw your eyes...
Oh father
Oh my king
I know you see what I see
Oh father
Oh my king
I know you feel what I feel...
As this realm you are a son of the complete circle of moon and sun
Of all seasons I'm proud of what I am
I'm proud of who I am
As you my king
And as my ancestors
I'm proud to be this people
And as my people and as my army I am of moonlord and sunwheel warrior
8. The Patriots
Here are the beasts
The wild hordes of the last free men
Hear the rising
Hear the sons of the sacred oak
Sons of freedom
Sons of the oak
Unconquered nation
Sons of the oak
Patriots
Follow your destiny...
What has become of your nation?
Traitors and submitted masses!
What has become of your nation?
Slacks and smiling sheep!
What has becoming of your nation?
Running to his own death...
Hear the breath of the roots
The sons of the ancient nation
The arising new order
The army of pagan youth
A new age will arrive
The army of old nation is singing the song of victory
"Death to the whores of modernity"
9. The Emperor's Theme (Outro)
Alone in my granite tower
I only feel sorrow and pain
May that be my last nightmare
May that be my last dream
The splendors of my lands belong to past and darkness
I am the last emperor of an earthless nation
The greedy modern nations submitted to deserts' religions had lead the fall of their world
Million men and only one brain
I am the armed arm of my great mother earth
I'll purchase the last survivors with the anger of my armies
I'll force them to scoff their money
I'll force them to drink their petroleum
I'll force them to eat their forests of concrete
I'll rape their deviant putrid morality
Heartless
Soulless and without mercy we'll be the arms of vengeance
Our goal is to kill and clean this decadent world and its remains
We'll build the new order on the ruins of decadence
The ashes will nourish the lands
The earth of eternal nature
May I be the last emperor
May the earth be the law
May heathen be the blood
May this past be forgotten!
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