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For first time he came to the world
Called by a higher consciousness,
The consecuense was only destruction.
The dimensional passage was left open
For those who want to see
They will be able to know
Fire! the fire ! rule the earth
A world of bones.
We will create now its power we control.
All must die in hands of doom
Necromancer
Necromancer
Elements at my control
To know you have to see
Necromancer
My sight is the whole universe.
I become the necroforce
The ancient entity of the darkest light,
A force from the forgotten place of the universe.
The antithesis of creation,
The sultan of destruction.
Atrocity is it's name
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Black Stones
04:12
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Inside the mountains, snowy of silver,
Infernal and astral stones are calling me,
The stars guide me to the high treasure,
Cause this hidden power will be mine
I gazed at the bedrock of solid wisdom,
Tiny life enters my blood.
Delivering power of destruction,
Vengeance will blooms, now I can kill
Black Stones
Scream for your life
When I take the knife, I want
To taste your blood
Your guts will spill.
Your eyes will be eaten
And the dark lord
Will be reborn.
Your body, portal to the true winner
Black Stones
I gazed at the bedrock of solid wisdom,
tiny life enters my blood.
Delivering power of destruction,
Vengeance will blooms, now I can kill
Black Stones
Scream for your life
When I take the knife, I want
To taste your blood
Your guts will spill.
Your eyes will be eaten
And the dark lord
Will be reborn.
Your body, portal to the true winner
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Violent, Bloody & Cold
04:54
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Land with memories of dark events,
Rubble reveals infernal cataclysms
Of a yesterday that buried arrogant empires,
Civilizations succumbed under the profane black power
The book was opened
And the ancients were sung.
The becoming was impetuous
And violent, bloody and cold
Famine, war, plague and death.
They ride and smile, over desolate souls
The book was opened
And the ancients were sung.
The becoming was impetuous
And violent, bloody and cold
They ride and smile over the souls,
Condemned to impious fate.
They sob and cry
They pray, they plead, they try.
Dysphoria, Paranoia
A quaint painting of a moment in history
Cold border, bordering on sanity,
Fragments of the past without learning.
Violent, bloody and cold
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Goddess Death
04:11
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The clouds quickly changed,
The winds blow strong,
The thunders tear the eternal silence.
An eternal river of blood
Sorrounds the village without hope,
The only path is destruction
Darkness, our old friend,
It gives us memories of past lives.
Blood, pain and suffering,
It is the manifesto
Of our reality,
There's no hope, just despair
There is no hope
There is no solution
There are no saints
The God of death, it is the truth
Ghost and souls,
They already walk among us.
We have never existed,
We are not alive, we are dying forever
Ghost and souls,
They already walk among us.
We have never existed,
We are not alive, we are dying forever
There is no hope
There is no solution
There are no saints
The God of death, it is the truth
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Nocturnal Trudge
03:55
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Deep in my thoughts
I am lost in this time,
My life is summed up to moments,
Twinkling light in the dark.
I try to search in silence
And fill a void that is inside of me.
Suddenly, silence speaks to me
Flooding my beign with good thoughts,
All were doubts searching for a meaning
When in reality it all boils down to existence.
The answer is chaos, this is my reality
I believe in my thoughts,
My ignorance about what will happen.
I am looking for knowledge
My existence based on ancient foundations
Suddenly the power flows again
In my veins, constant learning
In a moment trip, ephemeral and eternal,
They exist ... beign. I exist
I believe in my thoughts,
My ignorance about what will happen
I am looking for knowledge
My existence based on ancient foundations
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Secrets of the Sands
03:05
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Secret urns under the blanket of sands
Hidden secrets of eternal magics
Like the pact of silence
Of the ancient civilizacion
Deny all wisdom of the lost link
Seeking the truth through the black fire secrets
Just a piece of universe contained into the body
Ignoring the true matter
Looking to the stars for that old lost call
Call the darkness in the night
Come the forces into light
Secrets of the sands
Seeking the truth through the black fire secrets
Just a piece of universe contained into the body
Ignoring the true matter
Looking to the stars for that old lost call
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Dreamlike Fears
03:40
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The Song invoke dreamlike fears
Ancient scrolls for eons in oblivion,
They hide secrets from the ancient wizard.
The wandering old man with serpentine steps,
He makes his way between flaming portals.
Writing the secrets in undeciphrable tongues
Hungry ancient ones,
Bloating acolytes,
The old wanderer.
Dimashq is the tomb
Of those who seek the forbidden
Hungry ancient ones,
Bloating acolytes,
The old wanderer.
Dimashq is the tomb
Of those who seek the forbidden
Where the dark spirits dwell,
Where the sacrificial altar stands.
The songs invoke dreamlike fears,
That drive the bearer of the spell to silent death
To every witness
The Song invoke dreamlike fears
Hungry ancient ones,
Bloating acolytes,
The old wanderer.
Dimashq is the tomb
Of those who seek the forbidden
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