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CIRITH GORGOR LYRICS
"Cirith Gorgor" (2007)
1. Total Annihilation
2. The Black Hordes
3. Demonic Incarnation
4. Ritual
5. Master of Dark Sorcery
6. Warcry of the Southern Lands
7. Der Untergang / Победа!!!
1. Total Annihilation
(LYRICS: NIMROTH)
Cataclysmic brutality is spawn upon thee all
When fields of the giant mushrooms will rise
Assassinating the source, will be their final fall
No remorse for these devils in disguise
The source of world’s hypocrisy
Spawn by Islam and Christianity
Will be nothing more but a memory
Caused by pure exquisite blasphemy
Their final destination is total annihilation
Creating heavenly sights, exteriorised by hell on earth
Hunt them down and kill them all
Drench this world in a black infernal holocaust
No surrender and no retreat
Our only charge is to defeat!
The source of world’s hypocrisy
Spawn by Islam and Christianity
will be nothing more but a memory
Caused by pure exquisite blasphemy
We are the concubines of Satan
Feasting on your desecration
Your final destination is total annihilation
Another battle is to be fought,
when the black storms are to be awoken
This great void of eternity
Marked with pure exquisite blasphemy
2. The Black Hordes
(LYRICS: LORD MYSTIC)
Awaiting the arrival of the impending plague,
the Black Hordes rise to face the growing threat.
Religious vermin, increasing in number, yet vague
and indistinct in appearance. The minds resolutely set
to defy the imminent danger - Blood shall be shed!
The Back Hordes rise - realise false religion’s demise
Superior and grand in force - eliminate this sordid source
The Black Hordes behold - mocking the enemy appalled
Total rapture on that day - manifestation of total dismay
Crawling back to their holes as the hordes ruthlessly slay,
Frozen with fear they realise this is their final day
The religions of fear and their dogmas are about to cease,
We are the blunt force cure for this disease
Pity them not, they shall rot
The Back Hordes rise - realise false religion’s demise
Superior and grand in force - eliminate this sordid source
The Black Hordes behold - mocking the enemy appalled
Total rapture on that day - manifestation of total dismay
The hypocritical source of belief crushed entirely,
Like the wolf that the obedient sheep slays,
The plague that spreads invisibly but murderously;
Numbered are their days, certain death in many ways
3. Demonic Incarnation
(LYRICS: MARCHOSIAS)
The present days are darker than before,
Yet our fearsome glory fades away no more
Ancient symbols carved in human skin,
Whilst our occult rituals begin
The witches’ knowledge of the days forlorn,
Revealing deadly spells of wrath and scorn
Speak the words which open wide the Gate,
Forever seal the worthless mankind’s fate
Come forth supreme demons wise and strong,
Enchained and eagerly awaiting for so long
Incarnate through human flesh and spirit,
Eternity is yours, for I percieve it
Ancient demons rising forth from Hell
Enter this dimension by mighty witches’ spell
Summoned to this world by human birth
To serve our Master’s glory, the true Lord of the earth
Emerging from the fiery depths of Hell,
Incarnation through our empty human shell
Plague and evil spread to christian liars,
Our souls condemned to the infernal fires
Forgotten Gates are opened wide at last,
Releasing hateful demons from the past
Human sins will never be forgotten,
Untill their flesh is blackened, dead and rotten
The dawn of their demise is now at hand,
As we drink their blood and burn their land
Ancient symbols carved in human skin,
our souls are black for we’re demonic kin
4. Ritual
(LYRICS: LORD MYSTIC)
Dismay, hatred and despair fiercely blazing from their eyes
as the crowd solemnly yet violently proceeds. Proudly a coffin
is exposed amidst followers of the hearse; glorified. And wives
cry over him, dead: a well-deserved consequence of a mortal sin.
An act of blasphemy; the twisted perspective condemns and proclaims:
Retribution! A lugubrious scene, violent curses and screams.
Sombre is the mournful death’s pall that silently echoes their pains;
the ever-recurring rites of the ritual, it not only seems...
For it proves to be another immortalised, religiously justified
gift, which unconsciously benefits us and contributes
to a greater cause: destruction of ‘humanity’ has intensified
and more will happily follow. The death ceremony continues.
Yes, it is a disease as well as a cure, I plead accordingly,
inflicting death generates an effect so pure and healthy.
It is increasing... the self-inflicted reduction on their sick creed,
and utterly ignorant they are. The already grand, excessive pleasure
thrives. These are the gruesome yet pathetic deeds on which I feed,
every time their grief amuses me. I eagerly await the next measure.
Inevitably, death multiplies death. The end is nowhere near,
and I laugh when in procession the next crowd sheds a tear.
Organised religion, how shameful and suffocating it may appear,
still, the submissive weaklings merely lead the truth imposed
upon them destructively and willingly to my one sheer
desire that all of them will eventually cease. The last coffin closed,
as is the last chapter of their miserable lives. A sad contradiction
they preach, but it only strengthens me and thus my conviction.
Dismay, hatred and despair fiercely blazing from their eyes
as the crowd solemnly yet violently proceeds. Proudly a coffin
is exposed amidst followers of the hearse; glorified. And wives
cry over him, dead: a well-deserved consequence of a mortal sin.
An act of blasphemy; the twisted perspective condemns and proclaims:
Retribution! A lugubrious scene, violent curses and screams.
Sombre is the mournful death’s pall that silently echoes their pains;
the rites of the death ritual comprise far more than it seems.
5. Master of Dark Sorcery
(LYRICS: NIMROTH)
Veiled in the repulsive shadows of sorcery
I am the usurper of darkness
Ready to unchain the heralds of Apocalypse
Plague, war, death and famine
My citadel lies shining in the cold light of the moon
Invocating spells of destruction in the directions of the wind
I watch the forlorn valleys and breathe the frozen air
Patiently I wait, until desolation rules everywhere
My decadence and dissoluteness
Beheld by believers with envy
Delightedly ripping pounding hearts out
With an unsatisfied gluttony
In my dominion of shadows
Feasted with delight, lust and obscurity
Atrocious music flows through the air
Impetuous master of dark sorcery
Roaming beyond the dark spheres of eternity
I am the devourer of burning flesh and phlegmy bone
Flying on my wings of blackened impurity
I will finally conquer my magical throne
6. Warcry of the Southern Lands
(LYRICS: MARCHOSIAS)
Were these desert landscapes used to meet the sky
Shallow marshes far as reached the eagle’s eye
The purest dark essence had risen from sleep once again
Filling the valiant hearts of impious men
It is whispered of a hellish apparition in the night
A gruesome yet compelling and demonic spectre of light
Again it chose these lands to rise from memory forth
Where numerous witches burnt for praising Satan Lord
"Gij die draagt dit ketters duivelsmerk zijt
Nu reeds spoedigh des last’raars zonden bevrijd
Op desen dagh te sterven, teruggekeert tot zand
Afgekapt de rechter handt, geworght ende verbrand
Een ziel weder rein, als den dood is uw deel
Zij dit uw vonnis, gij heks van de Peel"
Where thousands burnt to repent their blasphemous sins
We commemorate those that swore revenge ever since
Our warcry will resound in eternity and time
As we cleanse the southern lands of the filthy christrian tribe
Were these desert landscapes meet the sky
Shallow marshes far to reach the eagle’s eye
Their souls are long perished but never forgotten
We still sense a presence which echoes around us
7. Der Untergang / Победа!!!
(LYRICS: MARCHOSIAS)
Act I - The Road to Stalingrad
Hear the ominous tale of one of the great battles in mankind’s bloody history
Fought on the shores of the Volga river in the vastness of the Russian territory
Oh cursed yet glorified name of Stalingrad - immortalized for centuries to come
Where so many died a valiant death, and any human awareness grew utterly numb
22-06-1941
Three million troops follow their Führer’s call
Marching for honour, oil and ‘Lebensraum’
Venturing into the unknown Soviet realm
Endeavouring the eastern Titan overwhelm
History was shaped henceforth and inconceivably
Into the (Third) Reich’s ultimate fall, eventually
Nonetheless, those high moral and vigorous summer days
Such contrast to the carnage guiding many to their final resting place
As the vast army marches forward across the desolate Kaukasus plane
Great in number, contemptuous eyes aflame with the programmed hatred they contain
Towards that illustrious city where their miserable fate will be ultimately beset
The long and arduous journey to Stalingrad - walking the path of the dead
14-09-1942
As the city walls draw ever nearer now
Obliged to their everlasting Führer-vow
The 6th army strides towards it’s final bane
‘Tsaritsyn’ will soon bequeath its violent disdain
Comrades - millions lying dead on tortured ground
Valiant souls forever to this scorched earth bound
On this eve the Soviets hear the (German) battle cry
But History’s decree, haha... none shall ever defy!
Act II - The Battle of Stalingrad
(102.0) Mamajev Koergan - the ancient burial ground
Where the gruesome voices of the dead in eternity resound
‘Rattenkrieg’ obliteration - the stench of rotting corpses fills the air
Through cold, disease and sadistic rivalry now emerges infinite despair
27-09-1942
Tsjoeikov’s 62nd - bleeds for the iron force of comrade Stalin’s might
Tremendous clamour of the battle, the sheer brutality with which divided Soviets fight
The legendary factories of Stalingrad dominate the suffering city’s northern part
(Dzerzhinsky, Barrikady, Silikat, Red October, Lazur)
Apocalyptic clash within their burnt remains, worn-out soldiers constantly enduring hellish pains
(In the streets, the Luftwaffe warrants the red army’s forces utter death from the sky)
22-10-1942
Prelude to assault on Red October - where the wolf the sheep will finally become
Now on the dawn of coming winter, von Paulus’ forces destined to their foe succumb!
Massive Soviet artillery effectively eliminates the (concentrating) German lines
In these ruthless days of culminating massacre efficiently the German moral undermines
The Russians do avert the fall of Stalingrad by the sheer exhaustive sacrifice of many lives
Beyond belief their 62nd army, this shattering encounter only just survives
19-11-1942
(The red army launches its most formidable operation ‘Uranus’)
Forward! Comrades march! Eradicate the final German infantry!!
Ferociously cut their throats! For our unified fatherland’s supremacy!
Onward! Brothers, follow my call! Unchain our invigorated wrath!!
Stalingrad in ruins (our renowned city forlorn), yet regard our (novel) glorious path...
(Cursed Stalingrad)
Act III - Epilogue: When Wolf Becomes Sheep - The Road to Berlin
At Stalingrad, innumerable soldiers heroically gave their lives for their motherland
In retrospect, the vicious battle at the Volga river, delivered within the remnants of a once proud
Yet such condemned city, embodies the destruction and comprehensive humiliation of the German Forces,
a manifest reality which would haunt its Führer all along their successive retreat to Berlin
The roads to Stalingrad were covered with the remains of a dying German army, the bodies of
Countless German soldiers denoting the harsh aftermath of this most cruel and decisive battle
02-02-1943
At last, behold the proud Soviet flag governing Mamajev Koergan
Remember this splendid day forth, with the alien tyrant now gone!!!
And there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying,
neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away...
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