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DESECRATOR LYRICS
"Black Sermons" (1990 Demo)
1. Into the Abyss of Hell
2. The Invocator
3. Necrosis
1. Into the Abyss of Hell
"Eyes of an Angel, wings of an Angel, this time I Shan't fail.
Spawn of ancient Rites awoken.
Only evil prevails..."
Eyes of an Angel, wings of an Angel, this time I Shan't fail.
Spawn of ancient Rites awoken.
Only evil prevails.
Morning – It is the dawn of his empire.
Visions of the future
Freedom – The almighty symbol of liberty; a holy burning crucifix
Vengeance – Two thousand years of Hatred concealed in shrines of Temptation
"Eyes of an Angel, wings of an Angel, this time I Shan't fail.
Spawn of ancient Rites awoken.
Only evil prevails...
My dreams are untold, but soon they'll unfold come winds and Fire and Ice.
Revenge on the reign, this 'sermon-domain', a kingdom based on lies."
2. The Invocator
Wheghtor:
"Simon the Starchild, the Chosen one, I am the Adversary, the king, my son.
Cast aside your Hesitation and summon the ghouls.
Invocate the Spirits of the long forgotten Souls.
Betrayal and denial, the Fuel to my fire.
The seed of darkness takes my power higher and higher"
He is the invocator, Lord of the Gate.
Hymn of the Dead will chant his fate.
The Prince of Flies has heard his cries...
IA
Wheghtor:
"Overthrow the power, you've submitted to for ages, open up thy Gate,
Grant yourself the Wisdom by the Elder envisioned, open up thy Gate.
Let the darkest deceptions of unholiness unwind,
And fill your soul, your body and your mind.
Inhale my spirit and with that the hatred of Millenniums.
Exhale and feel the Evil floating through your veins.
Believe in the Truth; believe in me.
Believe in me and I shall be Your Destiny..."
His the Invocator, Lord of the Gate.
Hymns of the Dead will chant his fate.
The Prince of Flies has heard his cries...
IA
Wheghtor:
"Overthrow the power, you've submitted to for ages, open up thy Gate,
Grant yourself the Wisdom by the Elder envisioned, open up thy Gate.
Go now."
3. Necrosis
As they gathered around the flames in the chapel, outside the rain began to fall.
Clouds had darkened up the sky, lightning striking and an avalanche of thunder roared.
The air was icecold and the wind almost silent inside the Half of Sacred Lies.
Face devoid of emotions, only the purest hate was conceived in Simon's eyes.
Simon and The Trinity in Blood:
"We pledge allegiance to Wheghtor, and no other, the self crowned regent of this Land.
He is the God of Gods, the Demon of Demons, the King of Kings, the Lord of Lords.
To him we submit until death dus us part, and Thunderworld is Paradise."
Wheghtor:
"The Trinity in Blood will speak and unveil the Hidden Truth, Begotten one."
The Trinity in Blood:
"Amen.
Rise... Burn... Fall... Burn..."
Screams... raced amongst the aisles when the Trinity praised
Mythic beast... appeared and the circle began to sin, arms raised.
Firebolts... formed as a Pentagram in the dead of night.
Laughter... as the church burned to the ground at first light.
The lesson has commenced, the 'True Souls' will be cleansed from Lies,
Evil cometh to rinse, hidden in immense disguises
Wheghtor:
"This seance has revealed the Force of your God, his Source.
For now I know his name, forgotten in the Flame.
And so it shall be done... Amen..."
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