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DECAYED LYRICS
"Pure Fucking Mayhem" (2003 Live album)
1. Goddess Of The Ancient
2. The Seven Seals
3. Moon Of A Wolferian Shadow
4. Unholy Deity (Set)
5. Countess Bathory (Venom cover)
6. Circle Of The Castrian Mountains
1. Goddess Of The Ancient
Goddess Of The Ancient
Tiamat, queen of the Ancient Ones. Goddess serpent of our homeland. Lead the seven demons of the flame and sword. Seek the gates to enter in Earth. Thee I call forth… Beneath the abyssic seas of Absu. Cthulhu sleeps in a watery place. Watching with azealed eyes of death. Cast your old vengeance to destroy. The spirit of the Earth and Sky… Thee I summon! Thee I worship! Thee I invoke! Goddess… Thee I call high in the mountains. Lord of spells and the knowledge. Worshipped since time before time. Remember thy war with the Elder Gods. No biding upon Anu… Riding the four burning winds. Breathe the incense of the evil hordes. Touch the stars on top of temples. The world ours as one. Ia Cthulhu!... Thee I summon! Thee I worship! Thee I invoke!
2. The Seven Seals
The Seven Seals
Golden city is now filled with stench
Pearled gates in debris remain
The river of living waters runs dry
Tree of life gave it's last fruit
God lies beheaded on his throne
The seven torches no longer lit
White mantles of the elders blood stained
Decayed angels lie on the shores
Limped sea has turned to black
Praising creatures, praise no more
Temporal book in shape of roll
Once again in rightfull hands
Archdemons fullfiled their fated quest
Darkness shall prevail
"I am worthy of receiving the book.
I have crushed Adonai,
I am worthy of breaking the seals..."
The sky grows dark...
The clouds dance with aquilon
Broken seals fall to the ground
Pandemonium spreads across a damned land
Marked corpses rise from their graves
Trumpets of punishment now sound
3. Moon Of A Wolferian Shadow
Moon Of A Wolferian Shadow
Witches whispering sorcery. Summoning their Master till dawn. Gathered in a black mass before the altar. Where I kissed the horned Lord… Sacred flames light the sabbat. All united in the nocturnal ceremony. Apprentices vowed for an eternal oath. As the ritual ends in lustful orgies… I look into the eyes of the Baphomet. As darkness embraces the full moon. The frost winds devour me. The forest’s silence… endless night… I entered in the jackal’s soul. Flying aside the Beast. On her wings through the northern sky. To the valley of Jurafas I behold… A force created by unholy vows. I acquired all wisdom in cave Sibyla. And slept with thousand whores. Whores that turned to silver serpents… My winter shadows that glorified me once. With powers and sorcery. Now I only hear howling echoing. A dethroned king awaiting the next millennium.
4. Unholy Deity (Set)
Unholy Deity (Set)
Dark Lord, god of all misery. Here upon your land. Scorch me with your sunfire. Cast me into darkness... Unholy Lord Set... Almighty destroyer and devastator. King of lies, reincarnation of evil. Set, opposer of the light. Grant me the powers... Unholy Lord Set... Cast, in the Sirbonic sea. Drowned, waiting for your ascension. Answer now to our prays. Reveal yourself to us... War-God, give me strenght. My enemies I shall slay. Their blood shall be your wine. Their souls in your domain... Unholy Deity, Dark Lord, Set.
5. Countess Bathory (Venom cover)
Countess Bathory
Welcoming the virgins fair, to live a noble life
In the castle known to all - the Count's internal wife
She invites the peasants with endless lavish foods
But, when evening spreads it wings, she rapes them of their blood
Countess Bathory
Countess Bathory
All day long the virgins sit and feast on endless meals
The Countless laughs and sips her wine - her skin doth crack and peel
But when nighttime fills the air one must pay the price
The Countess takes her midnight bath with blood that once gave life
Countess Bathory
Countess Bathory
Living in her self styled Hell, the Countess dressed in black
Life's so distant - death's so near - no blood to fury time back
The castle walls are closing in, she's crippled now with age
Welcomes death with open arms - the reaper turns the page
Countess Bathory
Countess Bathory
6. Circle Of The Castrian Mountains
Circle Of The Castrian Mountains
“The southern circle elevates the pentagram…” Into the blackest night through perpetual fields so deep. Emperor goat in the fog chanting to me. Blowing so infernal cold with Hades winds I rode… Mayhemic storms of reap that slowly occult our sight. In this cryptic silence I march, crossing abysmal fjords. Searching the sign of the horns, coven of acheronian fantasies… Sabbaotic fivte of apocryphal winter spells. Plays the high priestess, I raise left hand… The sabbat. The goat mistress appeared on nocturnal moon wings. Seduced me with a mystical serenade, her demoniac breath I felt. Drink the wine from her mouth, her tongue wraps mine… On this long winter night, gather wolves on the Castrian Mountains. “…And behold the Ancients’ rising!”
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