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IDOLCRUSHER LYRICS
"Idolcrusher" (2005 Demo)
1. Idolcrusher
2. (Satanic) Mayhem
3. Necropolis
4. Transilvanian Hunger (Darkthrone cover)
1. Idolcrusher
Pissing in the face of Christ
Raping Virgin Mary
Breaking the Holy Cross
Burning the False God
IDOLCRUSHER
Crosses shall be broken down
Churches shall be burned down
Christians shall die in torment
Jews shall die in flames
IDOLCRUSHER
Satan shall lead our fate
Hate shall lead our way
Death shall make us strong
We shall struck them down
IDOLCRUSHER
2. (Satanic) Mayhem
Under the sign of hell
They bravely march on the fields
to kill your Lord
They'll gonna be your worst nightmare
Revengeful, slaughtering 'til no one left
Fearless-in the way to reconquer the throne
Once ruled by He - Satan
Now they want vengeance - want to see the empire rising again
Plundering - They take christians' lifes
They'll never stop
'Til the bastard's age ends
Singing the oldest chants
Hailing the Pagan Age
Holding the unholy weapons
Ravagers-the true legion of Satan
Spreading chaos and fear into christian's dominions
3. Necropolis
Oh, Necropolis
Betrayed by you own sons
Thy sovereigns forgot you….now you’re in ashes
Your curse follow your majesty
Ruins of a glorious past forbidden to mortals
Godless and proud
Your vengeance is cold
Torment and pestilence for the ones who underestimated your supremacy
Thy plague accomplished with human’s flesh
The mighty sign of your splendour, there are no gods against you
A cancer for human race, a land of disgrace, evil, Death
A sign of decay, so much were those who fell in this ground
That’s the way it shall be
Oh, Necropolis
4. Transilvanian Hunger (Darkthrone cover)
Transilvanian hunger the mountain so cold
Cold cold soul cold
Your hands are cruel careful ... pale ...
To haunt, to haunt forever at night
Take me can't you feel the call
Embrace me eternally in your daylight slumber
To be draped by the shadow of your morbid palace
Ohh, hate living... The only heat is warm blood
So pure... So cold
Transilvanian hunger
Hail to the true, intense vampires
A story made for divine fulfillment
To be the one's breathing a wind of sorrow
Sorrow and fright the dearest katharsis
Beautiful evil self to be the morbid count
A part of a pact that is delightfully immortal
Feel the call freeze you with the uppermost desire
Transilvanian hunger, my mountain is cold
So pure... Evil, cold
Transilvanian hunger
(Lyrics by Fenriz)
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