At the top of the mountain I saw him cast a spell invoking the daimons with his ancient bell. He grabbes his rod and threw it into the sky, and denied
The dungeons are calling our names, inviting us to a masquerade in the flames, once again lust will spread its wings and carry us through the northern
I'm the one who spatupon christ while I nailed him to the cross I stood at the edge of the world and watched it burn I've made love to Elisabeth Bathori
Hail to thee, O Earth and Sea From the depths of the flames, I hear them calling thy names The names of the ancient daimons, the name of the one I'm the
This is the eve of the new era A dark cold night of autumn breeze The last leaves fall to the frosty ground The pale moon gazes through the thick massing
The witch is dead Burn black messiah, enlighten my path with thy flames Guide me through thy kingdom, in this godforsaken rain And reveal all my pain
Queen of seduction, ruler of another sphere. Drowned in my secret ocean, no-one knows where. A journey into depths of the long lost empire, the landscapes
...and as we entered the gate to where all mortal ends, he just disappeared among the daimons and fiends. Within the abyss I've felt my power grow, power
When the truth that lies beneath the surface is unveiled When the shapes that nobody's ever seen become real When it's possible to stand on the other
were afraid to see, those you only read of in daimonology. We are the ones not afraid of your cross, We are the mighty, they are Abyssos. Wolves, vampires
Your womb always bled the sweetest of blood Let me taste it, let me smell your inner lust Leaving bloody marks of my dried out lips All around your vagina
There she stands by the chamber door, even more beautiful than ever before. Back from the dead, a mistress once adored, Just imagine what those eyes have
She came from the lake of eternal fire With tears of blue oil on her cheeks She sang ancient tunes in harmony And danced through the mist in the fullmoon
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Vortex of burning leaves dancing around the tables A faceless man behind a goat-shaped mask, Reading ancient fables Stories from millenniums past, stories
