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SANGUIS LYRICS
"Mortal Art of Blood" (2000 EP)
1. Flammenmeer - Intro
2. Curse the Past
3. Father Belial
4. Mortal Art of Blood
5. At the End
1. Flammenmeer - Intro
2. Curse the Past
Realize whats going on - Think and you´l be free
We never change our attitude - We stay strong against you all
Unrecognized you spread your lies - Refuge cowardly in your fathers arms
Kingdoms lies in rest for several ages - As you bring your anger to this world
Burn the wisdom of a thousands years - In the holy inquisition
Your time will never come again,
The three antichrists are rises on their blackwinged horses,
Beneath the four apocalyptic riders
And in times far away shall come an occult millenium - We stand under black banner
Proud and strong in individually - So curse the past and fuck the holy ghost
End the life of a millions - Because of their own knwledge
Leading the blind with a promised salvation - Decide in their name whats wrong and right
Like a serpent with a holy duress - Like a holy fucking serpent
Curse the past and fuck the holy ghost its time for our retaliation
Your time will never come again,
The three antichrists are rises on their blackwinged horses...
So curse the past
3. Father Belial
Facilis descnesus averno
Noctes atque dies patet,
atri iuanna ditis
Damned since the ages, Banned from the day, Enter the night - Belial rise
Your legions alive, Bewitched by the light, night conquers day - Belial rise
Is it your voice, In my head, Father call me - Belial rise
I am thou
Mesmerize my soul
With your darkest crafts
Hypnotize me thou shall prevail
Come with the storms blow me away
On nightwinged fairies thou ride
Give me sign throught the stars
And the freezing cosmic light
Let there be the chasm eternally
From this dark constellation
I fad the blackness away
Throught the interstellar rain
As I scream
Levithan - Pass me thy legions
Sathanas - Ordeal my soul
Lucifer - Reinforce the night
Belial - Call my name
Lonesome and dead
Now I really understand
Dark galactical essence
Of being a transcendental light
Like a veil in the blackest see
Blood is my union in pride
Inheritance your honour
I´l never betray my ancestors
I am just a sulphur vision
Reincarnate me in your name
Enter the dusk in my heart
As I visualize
4. Mortal Art of Blood
Quintessence of life
The liquid red inside
Burn throught the inner self
Fascination crimson tears
Myths told about the human wine
Like dream in a foggy past
Secrets transcends into singularity
The voice inside are singing
Equilibrium is lurkin from above
While vampyric pleasures opens gates
And as the shodows rises
Upon the blackened skin
The wisdom of milleniums
In a shallow cup of red
Mourning fills cosmos
In blasphemic emotions
Glorious its reigns
Throughout the times
Seas of thou art are forlorn into dust
A twilight whispering
Reigns in the deepest of all grounds
A dark conspiracy
Blessed with some elder blood
Cries of red the veins are open as I scream
This is the final ritual
In this cold and darkened world
United we stand in our MORTAL ART OF BLOOD
The illusion of life is now a reality of death
5. At the End
Shadows of the burning wrath lead me here to stay
And at the end earths doom shall be fullfilled
Dark were the nights and the wolves still howling
As I throne myself in a vision of perfect black
Thou were like me legended by the crimson hordes
In centuries of silent mourning killing is the way
Lead me through your kingdom to reincernate my soul
And at the end earths doom shall be fullfilled
Dark were the nights and the wolves still howling
As I throne myself in a vision of perfect black
Satan - glorious thou reign
Lead me - through mysterious times
I obey thou in my darkest vision
O thee embrace me with your blackest darkness
Grant your legions thy wicked crafts
Reduce humans to sacrifices
We obey thou in deepest humility
Kill those who were born to be blind
Sworned by the mighty oracle the oath of agonic death
And at the end earths doom shall be fullfilled
Dark were the nights and the wolves still howling
As I throne myself in a vision of perfect black
Thou were like me legended by the crimson hordes
In centuries of silent mourning killing is the way
Lead me through your kingdom to reincernate my soul
And at the end earths doom shall be fullfilled
Dark were the nights and the wolves still howling
As I throne myself in a vision of perfect black
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