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ROTTING CHRIST LYRICS
"Sanctus Diavolos" (2004)
1. Visions Of A Blind Order
2. Thy Wings, Thy Horns, Thy Sin
3. Athanati Este
4. Tyrannical
5. You My Cross
6. Sanctimonius
7. Serve In Heaven
8. Shades Of Evil
9. Doctrine
10. Sanctus Diavolos
1. Visions Of A Blind Order
Rise up the strength on them
In the name of a fruitful land
In the name of a bright path
Trodden with ignorant steps
Warble out in my cradle' s edge
Rex grandis - adustrum - malum - ab erevum
Ac adcervio - malum - ab optimus
In the name of a future calm
In the name of a pure light
Marching with a bright shade
Conquering the entire range
Rex grandis - adustrum - malum - ab erevum
Ac adcervio - malum - ab optimus
He who graces himself a joy
Fell the grief he may destroy
An unending glorious lie
Harm the power and defile
THY WINGS THY HORNS THY SIN
Rise up the horns of sin
The caves of the cursed I have seen
Where mortals’ souls covered with the temple of sin
The strength of demons I feel
Ceaseless passion to restrict
And wicked angels surround me
Burning me with their fiery wings
Who shall dare to join them in
To stain his soul with the aura of grey
And when the flame of wings remain
Seeking the golden fountain
Oh God chase me
Oh God save me
Who shall sink them to the bed
Painting the sea with the colour of red
And when the flame of wings remain
Seeking for golden fountain
Oh God chase me
Oh God save me
Who shall dare to join them in
To stain his soul with the aura of grey
And when the flame of wings remain
Seeking the golden fountain
Who shall sink them to the bed
Painting the sea with the colour of red
And when the flame of wings remain
Seeking the golden fountain
2. Thy Wings, Thy Horns, Thy Sin
Rise up the horns of sin
The caves of the cursed I have seen
Where mortals’ souls covered with the temple of sin
The strength of demons I feel
Ceaseless passion to restrict
And wicked angels surround me
Burning me with their fiery wings
Who shall dare to join them in
To stain his soul with the aura of grey
And when the flame of wings remain
Seeking the golden fountain
Oh God chase me
Oh God save me
Who shall sink them to the bed
Painting the sea with the colour of red
And when the flame of wings remain
Seeking for golden fountain
Oh God chase me
Oh God save me
Who shall dare to join them in
To stain his soul with the aura of grey
And when the flame of wings remain
Seeking the golden fountain
Who shall sink them to the bed
Painting the sea with the colour of red
And when the flame of wings remain
Seeking the golden fountain
3. Athanati Este
Ìáêáñéïé åóôå ïé ôïëìçñïé
Ìáêáñéïé åóôå ïé áìáñôùëïé
Ìáêáñéïé åóôå ïé äéáöïñåôéêïé
Åïõóïõ äïêåé
Ìáêáñéïé åóôå ïé êáôáñáìåíïé
Ìáêáñéïé åóôå ïé êõíçãïé
Åíüò ïíåéñïõ ðñáãìáôéêïé
Áèáíáôïé åóôå ïé äõíáôïé
Áèáíáôïé åóôå ïé åñìçôéêïé
Áèáíáôïé åóôå ïé ôñáãéêïé
Åï óïõ äïêåé
Áèáíáôïé åóôå ïé ñïìáëïé
Áèáíáôïé åóôå ïé ôïëìçñïé
Ïäïéðïñïé ôùí áéóèçóåùí ðñáãìáôéêïé
And when the bells of fate sound
Digging your soul deep into the ground
Setting your sense to the bound
Spreading your eminence all around
And when the bells of fate sound
You walk in pathless ways till the dawn
Screaming for salvation so loud
Spreading your indulgence all around
And when the bells of fate sound
Then you immortals stand up and shout
Then you blessed martyrs doubt
Here comes a new age’s blow
Slaves of fate instigate
And feel your sword’s blazing edge
Your section to the enemy
Wound for the sleepy age
Slaves of fate instigate
And feel your sword’s blazing edge
Your section to the enemy
Wound for the sleepy age
4. Tyrannical
Space trap the time
Mind owes the world
The perfect twin for your spatial globe
I am your parallel existence
The fate / The wrong /
The extremely forbidden thought
Wander just beside my face
Travel in my desired expanse
Detect the omen that are said
But still I search you / Still I hope in you
Roaming in a distinct space
Walk upon my errant’s shades
Laugh upon my wretched race
But still I search you / Still I hope in you
Stride on the other space
Live on another sense
Melt on a different earth
But still feel you / As I left you
Running deep back in past time
Tangle into spatial time
Limit up my mental sign
But still I search you / When I face
Travel in my desired expanse
Detect the omen that are said
But still I search you / Still I hope in you
Roaming in a distinct space
Walk upon my errant’s shades
Laugh upon my wretched race
But still I search you / Still I hope in…
…you… my parallel life
Ages back but still besides
Trapped in a spoiled spatial hollow
Break me down with your shining bright smile
When I’ll find you I can’t forgive you
When I’ll find you I can’t excuse you
When I’ll find you I will beg you
And my life back I will claim from you
5. You My Cross
Soldiers, prepare – prepare / Fight for our cause
Soldiers, prepare – prepare / Our cause is Heaven’s cause
Heaven / Graver summon me
Graven my rusty tomb
Heaven / Prophet show me
The omen of virtuous cross
Mortals, prepare / prepare / Die over the fight’s field cause
Mortals, prepare – prepare / Out cause is God’s cause
Heaven / Graver summon me
Graven my rusty tomb
Heaven / Prophet show me
The omen of virtuous cross
The price to guard the virtuous cross
Heaven oh Heaven / Way to mayhem
Sins number seven / Welcome to Heaven
I will die for the virtuous cross
As this is asked to me from hyper force
I will die for a host in Heaven
It will give to my sins a shelter
Soldiers, prepare – prepare / Fight for our cause
Soldiers, prepare – prepare / Our cause is Heaven’s cause
Heaven / Graver summon me
Graven my rusty tomb
Heaven / Prophet show me
The omen of virtuous cross
The price to guard the virtuous cross
6. Sanctimonius
7. Serve In Heaven
Feel your sense that burns
Serve in Heaven or rule in Hell
Serve your instincts or reveal the sense
Inhale the fear or spit the distress
Blind on tear or behold the revenge
See your soul that melts
Enlight your soul with fakes / Foggy hopes so gray
Believe your senseless pain / Rise up the lambent flame
Feed your ignored will / Being ingratiate
Name the soul’s existence
As a son without birth
As a son without birth
As a flame without blaze
Name your soul’s
Existence as a dead that is awake
As a leaf that dying drained
As a dream that fades away
Serve in Heaven
Or rule in Hell
Feel your sense that burns
8. Shades Of Evil
Êáé åðëáóåí ôïí áíèñùðïí, ÷ïõí áðü ôçò ãçò
Êáé åíåöõóçóåí åéò ôï ðñïóùðïí áöôïõ ðíïçí æùçò
Êáé åðëáóåí ï üôé åê ôçò ãçò ðáíôá ôá èçñéá ôïõ áãñïõ,
Êáé åðëáóåí üôé åê ôçò ãçò ðáíôá ôá ðåôåéíá ôïõ ïõñáíïõ
God desires to be born
In the flame of human sense
Bursting and rising
Higher and higher
And what if there are no roots on earth
And what if the stoned residence
Is a ruined hotel
Where the flame of God cannot burn
And what if the human sense
Appears as a son without birth
On an unequal battle
Where the stoned walls are made of human flesh
God desires to reign
In the flame of human fear
Creating and burning
The fields of humans’ fear
…prepare your soul for the eternal burn…
…and what if the human sense is a son without birth…
9. Doctrine
Idealism / Materialism / Skepticism / Pragmatism
Electism / Fideism / Immortality of the rational soul
Free inquiry for the one that is the flame of life
Pure power to the spark that keeps the fire bright
Offspring of evidence ambiguity of reason
Reasons for what had happened but have no reason
Idealism / Materialism / Skepticism / Pragmatism
Electism / Fideism / Independence of sense / Perception
Onus for the existent, inheritance of a different purpose
Release of a man’s estate tranquility on that cosmos
Setting the minds on the bright prospects
Awe the emotions of a luminous project
Reveal of nature becomes apparent
God proves with his act the existence of madness
Offspring of evidence ambiguity of reason
Reasons for what had happened but have no reason
Lawless wings of doctrine
I revive and search
Lawless wings of doctrine
I imagine, break all chains
Lawless wings of doctrine
I squatter and I confess
Lawless wings of doctrine
I produce and I create
10. Sanctus Diavolos
Is this the holy thing to see?
Is this the land that sun shines
Above the Heaven?
Hear those children’s desperate cries…
Oh – children do they cry?
Do they hear their fathers’ sigh?
Is this the fertile place to be?
Is this the land that sprouts
Green reach gardens?
Hear those souls’ flickering cries!
Do they beg?
Do they smile?
Do they frame the long line?
Here shines the sun of a lower God
The light of SANCTUS DIAVOLOS
Here burns the bright torch of soul
The flame of SANCTUS DIAVOLOS
Here reigns thy mighty crown of horns
The horde of SANCTUS DIAVOLOS
Well blossomed is his existence
So unwilling in their souls to see
So weak to face him from
The outcast angle of earth
So rapid do they flee
When bells of order are echoed
Nemesis for the anxious heavy spirit
Nemesis for a generation free
Grantis spiritus SANCTUS DIAVOLOS
Here shines the sun of a lower God
The light of SANCTUS DIAVOLOS
Here is born the light for the blind world
The flame of SANCTUS DIAVOLOS
Against on what prophets wrote
The aura of SANCTUS DIAVOLOS
Will reign, will prevail,
Tranquillize the human race
Grantis spiritus Grantis spiritus SANCTUS DIAVOLOS
Here burns thy bright torch of soul
The flame of SANCTUS DIAVOLOS
Here reigns thy mighty crown of horns
The horns of SANCTUS DIAVOLOS
Against on what prophets wrote
The spirit of SANCTUS DIAVOLOS
Will reign ,will prevail and
Tranquillize the human race
Grantis spiritus SANCTUS DIAVOLOS
Here burns the bright torch of soul
The flame of SANCTUS DIAVOLOS
Here reigns thy mighty crown of horns
The horns of SANCTUS DIAVOLOS
Against on what prophets wrote
The spirit of SANCTUS DIAVOLOS
Will reign, will prevail and
Tranquillize the human race
Grantis spiritus SANCTUS DIAVOLOS
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