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SATAN'S ALMIGHTY PENIS LYRICS
"Into the Cunt of Chaos" (2004)
1. Above the Dawn-Lit World
2. Befouling the Heart of Deities
3. Perishing Jehovah
4. Crawl to Your Cross (Bathory cover)
5. Burial (sample / intro)
6. Tentacles of the Ancient Ones
7. Phosphorescent Abyss
8. A Thousand Souls (sample / intro)
9. Empire of the Necromancers
1. Above the Dawn-Lit World
2. Befouling the Heart of Deities
Spawn of night,
rapturous requiem befall my consciousness,
lead me unto the enslaving flames of Hell.
By Thy hand I will befoul your enemies
with my spell of wrath,
my vehement aim invoked to poison them with hatred.
Look into my eyes,
a realm that rages with the ashes of the holy trinity
staring back at you.
Army of the Antichrist,
warriors of of the Warlord,
christen your tongues,
seek the anihilation of good,
feed the hunger of our priest of darkness.
3. Perishing Jehovah
Foul rat of the bleeding jesus,
I impale you in the name of the infernal ghost of doom.
We the risen, the mighty sinners,
the beasts of plague infect your people
with centuries of famine and disease.
Your melting faces are the facade of my epitaph
of satanic bestiality.
Your comfort fades to horror,
your love melts to pain,
your fears fade to starvation,
your life pours from your orifices
as your cadaver spews your wretched soul from its skin.
Perishing Jehovah . . .
4. Crawl to Your Cross (Bathory cover)
Born by womb untouched by man
Or a horny mortal man's error
Flower power prophet of one
Spelled dog in the mirror
You hide behind stained glass windows
In fear of real world outside
Kneeling prostitute your souls
To reach his kingdom way up high
And then you castrate your pride in search
Of answers to your prayers
Well they may be reaching the heavens
But they unanswered remain
If so let his anger strike me down
Like lightning from clear sky
For I'm questioning your lord
His almightyness I defy
Sons of bitches whores of Christ
Your f*cking prayers won't do
When it comes closer to deadline
You still don't have no f*cking clue
How one in heaven can sit patiently
And watch the masses starve
On empty stomachs they may go
And to this kingdom it is far
In writtings you read and believe
In seven days the hog
Created light and what the f*ck else
But then who created God
You think the death of one man
Selfproclaimed the son of God a lost
But raise Hell and high water coz I rock and roll
Well, be my guest and crawl to your cross
The bigger cross the better Christian
Says the book of God's commands
But when you reach out you'll find
No one to grab thy f*cking hand
And finally when truth comes clear
About death then what will you do
Y'see there's nowhere left to hide
From the grave waiting for you too
I have the knowledge guts and need
To questioning anything behind
Those pretty promises of heaven
Can't you see that you are blind
Because of one whose words you preach
And fall onto your knees before
Do not exist in fact I doubt
He'll knock your fu*king doors
Sons of bitches whores of Christ
Your prayers never could
What I think faith in yourself and
Sane minds and hard work really could
Because to put all hope in one uphigh
Is sheer insanity
It will show fatal to us all
Yes, even f*cking dangerously
You call yourselves the chosen ones
Because you've "seen" his light and soul
Well I've got news for you I'm stronger
Because I've got rock and roll
You think just coz you pray
Your souls'll be saved at any cost
While I'll burn coz I rock and roll
Well, go one make my day crawl to your cross
5. Burial (sample / intro)
6. Tentacles of the Ancient Ones
i stand knee deep in the blood of your children
they are as food at the feast of my lord
the threshold between the worlds lays open
shadows of the grey spill forth into the light
the colors of your feeble mind shall be erased
It was written of in the papyrus of Ilarnek
the symbols etched upon the ancient cylinders of Kadatheron spoke truth
the stylus of the old gods is dipped in blood of the innocent
to scribe a new tale in the pages of countless aeons
the tentacles of the ancient ones reach forth
into the illusioned safety of your crumbling world
the eyes deny what the human mind cannot comprehend
the throat is yawning in a cry that will never be heard
shadow drowns the soul forever lost
flesh devoured in an exstacy of slime and lust
I cannot convey in mere words the unutterable hideousness
that can dwell in absolute silence and barren immensity . . .
That my callous conjurings could bring forth such
beings of power and indescribable horror
I could never imagine or believe
Though I've been promised in my dreams
a pact was signed in the black blood of my father
with the Olden Ones of starry skies and swirling mists
Upon this damp slab of moldy stone I kneel
before the wondrous might of crawling darkness
Within the circle of cryptic signs and markings
My last human vision:
A monstrous opening,
a cataract of abysmal nothingness
Then the Ancient Ones appeared
The throb of the engines of nightmare
while my soul and flesh parted ways forever . . .
the tentacles of the ancient ones reach forth
into the illusioned safety of your crumbling world
the eyes deny what the human mind cannot comprehend
the throat is yawning in a cry that will never be heard
shadow drowns the soul forever lost flesh
devoured in an exstacy of slime and lust . . .
7. Phosphorescent Abyss
Into the North window of my chamber glows the pale star with uncanny light
Hellish hours of blackness it shines there
Beneath the horned waning moon
Leering down from the black vault
Like an insane winking eye
Shadows descend from the pulsating star
Green mist arises from the lake
Shrouds in a sinister midnight haze my tower
Close to the midnight hour
The bronze gates burst open
Empties forth the throng to blacken the plain
A horde of green voiceless things
To carry me forth to the stars
Into the sky of shining spheres
Swept through the open gate
Into the Phosphorescent Abyss
Past worlds of monstrosities
Quivering in vibrating harmony
Passing through my body
Devouring one another
Where have gone the pure air and blue sky?
Space belongs to me now…
They devour and dissolve for me?
In the whirling cataclysm of chaos
Shreiking, moanind nightwinds
Into the gulf of the outer stars
Clutching vainly at my soul
Lost are my cries in the hell-born winds
Clawing at the nothingness
Murderous invisible torrent
Toward the unknown worlds and worlds…
Shiver in the night-wind til oblivion claims me
Pent-up viciousness of desolate eternities
Unnumbered Aeon-dead antiquities
Above the dawn-lit world of foolish man
Plunged into the blackness
Metallic music of the solar wind
Grasping at the nothingness
Into the cunt of chaos . . .
8. A Thousand Souls (sample / intro)
9. Empire of the Necromancers
Latter cycles of Earth
Beneath the dimming sun
Necromancers driven forth
to the deathly sands of Cincor . . .
The sorcerors Sodosma and Mmatmuor
performed the abomidable rites
compelled the dead to arise . . .
Creaking bones rise mournfully
to serve their master's desires
Numerous tombs and necropoli
they raised to perform their wills.
Skeleton slaves break coffin doors
Tyrannous incantations
Raise past Emperors of Cincor
Plague-eaten corpses now toil in inexhaustible vaults
for cobweb-blackened gold and gems of ancient time.
Empresses with golden hair
untarnished from the night of the tomb,
the plague and the worm had not ravaged overmuch,
serve their necrophilic lust . . .
Actions of life at the will of their Lords
Their blood ran chill with the waters of Lethe,
longing to return to interrupted sleep . . .
A vague stirring of revolt
against this mockery of life.
(while the) Necromancers wallowed in glutton.
Hestaiyon, undead king, then found in the nether vaults,
the sword and key of prophecy.
He struck off the heads of the sorcerors
and cursed them with spells.
Undead marched to the nethermost vault,
beyond the door,
where sunken fires of Earth still burned,
and flung themselves to a second death
in the clean bottomless flames . . .
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