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GRAND BELIAL'S KEY LYRICS
"Goat of a Thousand Young" (1992 Demo)
1. Shemhamforash
2. Goat of a Thousand Young
3. Sumerian Fairy Tale
4. The 7th Enochian Key
1. Shemhamforash
In the name of Satan I am bourne,
Bestow infernal powers unto me...
Shemhamforash
Ne'er the light my eyes to bear,
Grant me the joys of darkest sin...
Shemhamforash
Almighty ruler of the night,
Provide me with the gift of sweet revenge...
Shemahamforash
I kiss the throne, caress the musky hooves;
Heed the whines of deadly blasphemy...
Shemhamforash
In the name of Satan I am bourne,
Bestow infernal powers unto me...
Shemhamforash
Blessed are those of the left-hand path,
Cursed be the bastard Nazarene...
Shemhamforash
So it is done
2. Goat of a Thousand Young
Figures robed in black sworn to secrecy
Blazing candles placed in the sing of Baphomet
Watching fires rise
Now we burn the skies
Bound by the spells from the ancient pagan rite
Gaze upon the ram the exalted Satanas
Now we clean the air with unholy scent
Spitting on the cross, honor Astaroth
Watching fires rise
Now we burn the skies
Fear the stench of the cauldron
Satiate the beast
The precious jehovah
Lies dead in spite
Now drink from the chalice
Sip the pleasures of life
Soon we will be enlightened
Bow to the hermaphrodite
Goat of a thousand young
We thrive in the shadows
In darkness we preside
May the cloaked death carry us
Into the flame-licked sky
May the minions rejoice
For our new millenium
Revel, rebel, indulge
While the blind sink into cold burial
3. Sumerian Fairy Tale
Beckon the burning sands of the universe
The ancient ones ruled before time itself
Commanding the winds, fire, waters and earth
Until they were challenged by the god Marduk
Blessed Tiamat release this bind
Thou mustn't prevent a kingdom in Hell!
Lower magicians, gather fast thy might!
Hordes of Azazel and Azagthoth
Stir the sick waters of the bay of souls
Invoke the darkness and spirit mayhem!
Lourdes of the underworld
Raise furious upheaval
Attack the prince of the heavens
And cast his corpse into black abyss!
Father mictian admit our sons
Into this precious land
For they gave us life and gave us food
And so a throne comes from our doom
Reap some magick: Call forth the ghouls!
4. The 7th Enochian Key
The east is a house of harlots singing praises among the flamesof the first glory wherin the Dark Lord hath opened his mouth;and they are become as living dwellingsin whom the strength of man rejoiceth;and they are appareled with ornamentsof brightness, such as work wonders on all creatures.Whose kingdoms and continuance are as the third and fourth,strong towers and places of comfort,the seats of pleasure and continuance.O ye servants of pleasure, move!Appear!Sing praises unto the earth andbe mighty amongst us.For that to this remembrance is given power,and our strengthwaxeth strong in our comforter.
Originally by Anton Lavey
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