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DEMONTHOR LYRICS
"Miss on the Altar" (2002 EP)
1. Miss On The Altar
2. The Dark Lawmaker
3. Tolling The Black Rite Bell
4. Catch The Flames Of Breath
1. Miss On The Altar
She is a mystery whispering secrets dream and desire shine in the night
She burns in her dreams She sails through my sorcery.
The little sweety pretty and nice She wants my wild kiss
She takes off her veil and makes her game It makes her a bitch and rise up my flame
Satan - Fire, I can feel the sweet taste of this girl
So innocent pulling her skirt down so slow...
Devil's daughter, She turns her innocence into sin
Uniting sacrilege to transgression, in the morning at the confessional
During the night on my altar.
C'mon honey lay down slowly;
MISS ON THE ALTAR
Let the scarlet mantle be covered by your white skin;
MISS ON THE ALTAR
Close your eyes and let your soul be mine...
MISS ON THE ALTAR
Make the oath and go through the world of pleasure and sin.
MISS ON THE ALTAR
I provoke her desire by the infernal lust her closed eyes She wants to feel...
Her lips tremble while I roam through...moonlike naked skin she doesn't resist.
Moaning she begs for my action my wild fire She feels inside
She can't believe it! It's hotter than her dreams, her juice runs, the lady screams...
C'mom, lay down and take it...
She wants to feel...
Taste her - feel her...
She comes for me...
2. The Dark Lawmaker
The sun breaks on horizon, his figure appears
He is followed by thousands and demons with wings
Heroes and kings fear the power of his hands
The sentencer of time ride out over this land.
All by him carried, they never return
Heaven is closed only thick clouds runs
No one who saw face lived to tell
In fire damnation he flings to hell.
Keep on running He'll hunt you down...THE DARK LAWMAKER
Keep on running He's raising the flames now...THE DARK LAWMAKER
One sceptre like a sickle with a shining blade
The old book with a symbol, the rulers are afraid
He comes to take back your debt is on the streak
Enjoy your last time with gold cos you'll not be freed.
In this long evil time I can see the ocean burning
In the sky a black flash of light I can hear the wings are beating
All the (once) hidden regents know the nightmare is real
Now the "masters of power" are torturated to die on the wheels
Yes, it's the reaper's hand... Over this land...
The steel of the sharp blade bright - the howls of the dying ones resound
The fire of their death burns high - the drum of doomsday beat's loud!
"...I WAS THERE SINCE THE BEGINNING, AND WHEN
THOSE MEN RISED UP ONE CROSS ON THE GROUND...
NOW YOU THINK YOUR SOUL IS FREE, BUT I'M BURNING
IN FIRE THERE'S NO PLACE LEFT TO HIDE..."
In the stormy evil time I can see the seas are burning
In the sky a black flash of night I can hear the winds are whispering.
On the top of the hill a stake where the priest is tied
No saving angel is flying here in spite of his screams words and signs
Yes, it's time...To pay the price...
The moon fall on horizon, it could be the end
They say that one day He will come again
The Chief Angel screams... beware your lies!
Or then you may run much more to hide.
Keep on burning 'til the end...THE DARK LAWMAKER
Look out!...take heed!...THE DARK LAWMAKER
Look out!
3. Tolling The Black Rite Bell
This is the ancient time when the torches light up the corridors of the palace
When us disciples of the lord of shadows practice sacrifice
We drink the blood and bless ourselves kneeled in front of the victim
Laid on the mortuary table covered in black stained of red.
Intense vampires don't stop drinking the hot blood that runs fast
The black witch of pleasure looks at us with beauty and lust
The blood runs by the side of her mouth, her eyes burn like hell
She surrender herself and her long black hair slips between my fingers
Bitch vampires, one by one she bewitches with her power she
Inflames in us the fire of hell
feel her...
The swords reflect the shine of black candles lighted around the pentagram
don't break the circle, don't break the spell Satan is present - Night of the
scarlet death. When the mindnight comes I'll be convoked to
TOLL THE BLACK RITE BELL
TOLL THE BLACK RITE BELL
TOLL THE BLACK RITE BELL
TOLL THE BLACK RITE BELL
We summon seven legions of hell to proceed the ritual
The sacrificed victim must rise
Become one more of the Satan's living dead and live in between our medium
We close the circle and the High Priest turns it impenetrable.
Once more we recite the secret words of pact and invocation
The ominous mist of beauty's resurrection spreads on...
It becomes intense involving the ritual and the mortuary table
The wound heals and the girl slowly opens her eyes
Pretty smile... mixed of innocence and wrath in the supreme mystery...
4. Catch The Flames Of Breath
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