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ENTHRONED LYRICS
"Promo 94" (1994 Demo)
1. Legend Of The Coldest Breeze (Intro)
2. Tales From A Blackened Horde
3. Deny The Holy Book Of Lies
4. Rites Of The Nothern Fullmoon
5. Scared By Darkwinds
6. At The Sound Of The Millenium Black Bells
1. Legend Of The Coldest Breeze (Intro)
2. Tales From A Blackened Horde
Immersed in my hypnotic slumber
I wander through the paths of a cemetery
In an unhearithy night, the high storms break the fire of sky
I hear the call as I go to a grave
the crypt of the demons is calling me,
for the darkness ceremony,
where the tales of ancient hordes will be recited
and the blasphemy will be sung
Through the glaring lightning,
my decomposed face,
and my skeletal body project
a terrifying shadow on the burial ground
Ouuuhhh Master Satan!
By your power, bless my body
dead for centuries
3. Deny The Holy Book Of Lies
Judas the only one who hasn't lied to us
You remain faithful by showing,
the world hypocrite and merciless
in the name of the demons and the powers of hell,
Christians I damn you making the sign of pentagram
I do call you great Master Satan
from the bottom of darkness, the strengths breakout
I feel them ready to bit,
I made serious offenses, and lived like a sinner...
Ave Satan... ave, ave, ave...
To satisfy, my love for you
Oooh Satan's servant!!!
I grave my soul
I adjured the blood, that flows in my veins...
And shall continue to an immortal life
life in your name, life
4. Rites Of The Nothern Fullmoon
The black Northern winds, swept the dust
who covered my ancient tomb.
The prophecy of the ancient millenary,
call the horde of the goat...
Darkness entomb, the souls of the saints
sentenced in front of the goathrone.
Sacrificial...
Drinking the blood!
Ritual...
Burn the crypt!
The unhealthy moonlight, rise my altar of corporal sacrifice.
On a ground cover of ice,
the ritual of Northern fullmoon,
the desire of infernal majesty,
the submissiveness of the Black Pentagram.
The clouds of blood, watch for again, their immediate victims
5. Scared By Darkwinds
Alone in my sinister crypt, I evoke the ancients,
I raise my chalice of pure blood sacrificed angels,
towards the moon, and I cry my reading,
my sorcellery breeding the infernal awakening.
The winds is changed on fire, in a cyclone,
the prophets coming from nowhere,
show the eternity paths,
the no return ways,
lost in the depth of gloomy forests from the North.
The fog of the new moon,
effaces the engraved epitaphs on a medieval tombs,
but the accursed winds are rising,
calling the vampires from their sleep,
the creatures of apocalypse...
...And it's throughout, the incessant fire,
that the apparition is revealed dark,
surmounted by two large horns,
the goat master came more deeply from darkness
to punish the profane and reward is faithful...
The darkwinds breakout all their rage,
frighten and take away,
blessed souls of the damned,
in the domain of abomination
I have opened, the gates of chaos,
on this alive and holy world...
Nobody will e able to close them forever!!!
Forever
6. At The Sound Of The Millenium Black Bells
A tremendous horned shadow
appeared in the red wintersky.
The unbearable resounding of the pagan bells
awake the souls of their tombs.
Hades calls them in front of the almighty throne
for the gathering of the black pact.
I've been dead, for centuries.
Today again my evil spirit,
celebrate the millenary of Satan,
in the freezing chapel of demons,
my delight is to hear the sputtering of heaven in fire.
With my Baphometic horde,
I desecrate the holy tombs,
I destroy the virgin edifices
I invert the holy cross,
In the name of profanation
I hail Baphomet!!!
At the sound of the millennium black bells
time has come for me,
to return in my paragon tomb,
for a perpetual slumber,
under the dark eyes of Belial,
for a dark eternity
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