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BLACK WINTER HOLOCAUST LYRICS
"Disciples of the Morbid Faith" (2006 EP)
1. Inversion of Righteousness
2. A Fire In The Winds of Winter
3. Matamoros
4. The Graveyard God
1. Inversion of Righteousness
Now your world falls into shadow, as the hordes of old return for one final ride. One final ride of vengeance into the freezing night towards the veil of the holy and towards the light that soon shall die. The soldiers of our lord now return to exterminate their kind and with swords of hatred drawn, we shall conquer in his name once more. They have lived 2,000 years and yet we will live eternally, blessed by the hallowed darkness of his majesty.
2. A Fire In The Winds of Winter
The coldest of nights beckons the snow, and through the icy blast of winter's waves, the light shines forever. The fire of our master shining once more through the darkness of humanity's plague is a light to the unsaved...to the unrepentant. May this fire burn forever in our hearts. May the blackness rule our minds and may our hands further the work of His unholy power. I swear this oath in my blood. Thy name will not be forgotten...thy servant will reclaim the land in praise of thee. The prophets of disease will be eclipsed by the unending winter of thee. My lord...my master. I offer unto thee a sacrifice...the planet earth. Unhallowed be thy name...Amen. I see thy fire through winter's eyes...I praise the blackness of night. All hail the father of shadows.
3. Matamoros
The ritual begins, and I feel my body change. I have accepted the blackness of nothing and the infinity of shadow. The victim lies before me, as my body is once again possessed by those of another side and called to the land where the light is no longer alive. I no longer belong to myself. I belong to them and the evil that keeps them alive. Have I lost what is left of my mind or have I become as they are? Am I truly possessed or is this my own free will? Once the blade enters, these questions disappear and my bloodlust returns. The black circle illuminates...13 candles shine in praise of the blood flowing from the altar and into the mouth of our master below. I have sold my soul...my eternal soul. It has been given to thee...or is it only fantasy? Is this reality or an illusion of my sanity? I am beyond grace...beyond redemption.
4. The Graveyard God
It's getting cold again and those wolves howl once more. They can smell the flesh and they can smell the death upon the flesh. I am the keeper of souls and the god of the dead. I will stack the bodies as high as the sky, and their blood will run cold beneath my feet as I lay them down for the eternal sleep. Covered in dirt, unable to rise and encased in the monument of the dead. Where the reaper toils, I stand by awaiting his kill. They beg mercy for their lives, as I am the passage to the realm of the dead but I will not waver. It was not I who killed them but it is I who will assure them never to walk again...never to rise. The wolves are coming again, awaiting fresh blood...awaiting the endless stream of corpses beneath the soil. But alas, the wolves will wait eternity...for where the dead lie...the dead remain.
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