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PAGAN ALTAR LYRICS
"Volume 1" (1982)
1. Pagan Altar
2. In the Wake of Armadeus
3. Judgement of the Dead
4. The Black Mass
5. Night Rider
6. Acoustics
7. Reincarnation
1. Pagan Altar
Dawning of a brand new day,
lighting up the way,
with something new to say,
From beyond the stars.
A warning of the times gone by,
No tears left to cry,
Just a mournful sigh.
From beyond the stars.
Spawning from an Astral grave,
No souls left to save,
Floating on a wave ,
From beyond the stars.
Burning life’s eternal fire,
Dictated by desire,
A Pagan Altar high,
From beyond the stars.
Morning of a Pagan reign,
Nothing is the same,
Scream out Satan’s name,
From beyond the stars.
Dawning of a brand new day,
Lighting up the way,
Something new to say,
From beyond the stars.
2. In the Wake of Armadeus
Covens have gathered frozen in time,
Ageless figures are linking their minds.
Circles of power drawing them near,
Calling the infernal ones to appear.
Legions of witches meeting on Candlemas eve,
The Dark Age has ended surrendering down on its knees.
Circles of witches chanting his name,
Calling the damned one to rise once again.
The blood of the sacrifice darkens the floor,
The gateway is open they’ve unlocked the door.
Legions of witches meeting on Candlemas eve,
The Dark Age has ended surrendering down on its knees.
Look into the North, in the light of the candle.
The form that’s taking shape within the triangle,
Feel the power that’s growing in the darkness,
The evil stench of Hell, Behold Armadeus.
Crumbling Religions subside into dust,
And retreat into obscurity.
The Tower of Babel rises again,
In the path of his Majesty,
Behold Armadeus.
Behold Armadeus…
3. Judgement of the Dead
Galleries of dead are smiling,
Candlelight is shining,
Judgement of the dead.
Hooded corpses form the jury,
Point with pent up fury,
Judgement of the dead.
A courtroom filled with the dead.
Judge Satan sits at their head.
A cloak of black, that hangs to the ground.
Sentence is passed without even a sound.
Torn soldiers stand in the aisles,
War heroes or fools, yesterday’s child.
Dismembered limbs that are lost to deaths glory,
Each to his own, the same stupid story.
Politicians standing in line,
Generals following behind.
Chained to the dock with the leaders of religion,
Heads bowed low awaiting the decision.
Galleries of dead are smiling, candlelight is shining,
Judgement of the dead.
4. The Black Mass
Through the corridors of darkness, on the wings of mans desire,
Conjured by the soulless ones at the everlasting fire.
Borne on waves of insanity from mans primeval past,
The mantra of the tumult has awakened him at last.
Drawing near in the gloom comes the twilight of all shame,
The ravens of night have flown away to set Valhalla aflame.
For too long now the right hand gods have fought between themselves,
With paths that lead to paradise from this demented world.
This is the age, the age of Satan, now that the twilight is done,
Now that Satan has come.
Blue velvet shrouds the altar, black candles pierce the dark,
The skulls of the unbelievers peer sightless, bleached and stark.
The inverted cross of burnished gold the burial urns of light,
The pungent smell of incense wafts out into the night.
This is the age, the age of Satan, now that the twilight is done,
Now that Satan has come.
5. Night Rider
Standing high on a pillar of stone,
Persephone stands all alone.
A figure unravaged by time,
Waiting for midnight to chime.
Her Hair flows caressed by a gentle breeze,
A rustling like the wind in the trees.
Her arms slowly point to the sky,
It’s time for Persephone to fly.
Night Rider, casting her mystical spell,
Night Rider delivering you into your Hell
Streaming miles of flowing shrouds,
Mingling in with the clouds.
Riding the moons silken beams,
Delivering out all your dreams.
Night Rider, casting her mystical spell,
Night Rider, delivering you into your hell.
6. Acoustics
7. Reincarnation
Time on the world had just begun
The earth’s lost its role as the Universe’s Sun,
Storm clouds build for impending rain,
The birth of the Earth begins again.
Just like before in the distant past,
The hand of the sculptor begins to cast.
Shapes of lands, islands and seas,
Mountains and valleys, flowers and Trees.
Dawn!, surging light, brightening up those darkened hills,
Bringing life, to the charred remains,
A long dead Sun now alive again.
A long dead Sun, now alive again.
Trees!, once stark and bare, now spread their wings high in the air.
A sea of green over rolling plains,
The chain of life begins again,
The chain of life, all over the World.
Shapes, Astral forms now roam the earth, implanting gold.
Eternal greed and selfish minds,
Leave the seeds to tempt mankind,
Leave the seeds, all over the world.
Life awakes again, evolving through endless sleep.
The fires of Hell, the eternal flame,
Started it up to begin again,
Started it up, all over the world.
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