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NOCTURNAL WORSHIPPER LYRICS
"The Lords of Occultism" (1994 Demo)
1. On High in the Heckti Mountain (Intro) 2. Fury of Demoniac Harvest 3. Cerimonial Circle 4. Spectre Shadows 5. Ancient Flames of Darkness
1. On High in the Heckti Mountain (Intro)
2. Fury of Demoniac Harvest
The mortal eyes of men will open with fright
The blindness of impunity turns the vision of the truth
The one that has horns on forehead
Command the devestation
The Master with your hosts
Only Evil can prevail
The glorious Black Horsemen ride fast over dark clouds
The infernal lightning strikes
The multitude that don't believe in their eyes
The one that has the horns on forehead
Command the devestation
The Master with your hosts
Only Evil can prevail
The hurricane of fire cross the holy lands
The false kings see their thrones burning
The millenarian hereditability is broken by a new law
Fidelity and mysticism is passed by father to son
Those who try flee, fools they should to join
Will be enclosed by final circle
Will be suffocated by their own precepts
Will suffer the inversion until happens
the union of the triangles
The swords cut off
The heads of mediocre
The sky is bloody
In earth: Death, Fire and Terror
Invincible in Battle
the Servants of the Horned Master
The world to be resigned
Before the Supreme Renovation
3. Cerimonial Circle
4. Spectre Shadows
5. Ancient Flames of Darkness
I see the blaze crossing the horizon
that inverts in fire burning
Remembering me the agony of the guilty
Slaves of desire and of the lie
When the ray pass the sky tears the eternal blackness
The thunder roar but their spirits are detained silent
Shine as much for bless as slander
The Ancient Flames of Darkness burn the heart of the spirits
In the eyes see their inner secrets
In this life wich days have no decay
Visions revealed in a secret place
And their faces recovered in intimate gloom
All the living must cross the triangle
To join their shadowy being disunited
The deep sleep from initial crown
Allows the cursed possibility
When the ray pass the sky tears the eternal blackness
The thunder roar but their spirits are detained silent
Shine as much for bless as slander
The ancient flames of darkness burn the heart of the spirits
Alone in the Dark the seek for the lost silent shadow
Feel the expulsion of the putrid recent inclination
Inverted by withdrawal of the walls of illusion
Without the veil, united upon the inner fountain of blood
A penetrate and corrosive cold follows it burial
Sounding the fatidic rumor of winds carressing the wood
The twilight dies and the sinister coffin goes on the march
That leads the centuries to the famishing grave that awaits
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