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Hexing Graves
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What have we became?
a desert
a fallen temple
of the rotten flesh
a death's monument
timeless ageless
desecrated deformed
by the winds of time
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Arcane order is wandering
through the time
with a mission to preserve
the only posthumous light
a flame burning deep
in the underground
a chosen few cleansed
from the grief of life
Unholy melodeclamation
chants of the dead
Through the necromantic rites of the underground
through the necromantic rites man becomes god
Sons of Adam are holding
the key to it all
Vale of Hinnom
and the grave of the God
soil is soaked with
the blood of the fools
who betrayed the pact
sealed with their own lifes
Unholy melodeclamation
chants of the dead
Through the necromantic rites of the underground
through the necromantic rites man becomes
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Sepulchral Phantom
04:01
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This is the darkest night
when all of the sacred icons
will be covered in spit
smeared with blood
children of dark tribe
are gathering at the graves
prepering for the sabbath
festival of sin
Hidden evil
now is unchained
possessed prayers
are feasting in endless ecstasy
Sacred paths below
ancient epitaphs
God looked down at the Earth
the devil rode out
Profaned shrines
opened graves
fallen monuments
consumed by fires
prime fires of daath
Sepulchral phantom raise
summoned by the chants
raise and embrace us all
Raise
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With an empty eyes and will
broken by disdain
conquerors of yesterday
casted away from their nests
There is no darker night
than the one that ends this world
fired by a torch
kinded by words and gestures
world is coming to an end
throught the bitter entrails of the Earth
falling away from it's tyrants
slowly slipping into the abyss
With no grace or glory
with no preachers
to preach their gospels
with no blessed tongues
ripping through the bitter
entrails of the Earth
Self-made mythology
left minds in disdain
a black ruined statue
reminds the old days
Ripping through
the earth's black entrails
the mind is the key
and the flesh is the gate
Ripping through the earth's black entrails
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Most Holy Death
04:42
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Falling into crypts
of the most holy death
singing chants of anguish
suffering despair
these chambers wear a mark
of her cryptic breath
bones whiten in the dark
in unending scare
mournful prayers tortured
souls araise ascend
mournful prayers save a fool
from the certain dread
lure me to a place where
only darkness blends
to forgotten paths and lonely
graves where no one dares to tread
Not to devour
not to die
a life eternal
in the most holy lie
Exposed to the black rays
from the world below
I drift away in solitude
my pilgrimage
chants of dead as a guide
to a deathly glow
here is my place to die
spectral orphanage
Hold me
in your
permanent frost
Not to devour
not to die
a life eternal
in the most holy lie
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