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13 Clandles (Bathory cover)

13 Candles Now the night lays dark and cold Upon a world at sleep Across he world sweeps a crimson haze Now the virgin's seal is broken The fertility rite is complete And the seed is sown in a holy place Born a child of the underworld The fire and flame Bor...

Black Lips of Sexual Doom (The Dark Nymph)

Between people of towns and villages Where the roads are steep and stony There's a legend but many have seen A dark nymph with black lips. In woodlands, hills, and near the rivers In pasturelands and crops Many shepherds and peasants have seen A dark nymph wi...

Existencia maldita

-Autorretrato (H.Escobar): Tantrista, goético, del demonio devoto, asiduo lector de los impíos grimorios, iniciado en el arte de ritos amatorios, en el desnudo altar deposité mi exvoto. Del pavor en que vivo mi ser está inmoto, ardo en las simas de báratros...

Morkath the Wrathman

Ride, knight of dark faith From the ancient torture order Your legacy of pain and blood Has burnt the countries down Away, in the darkness In silence I observe I've waited too many centuries To find something like yours... ...by the name of anger you slay......

Passage

(Instrumental) "This is the passage between Human and Demon states. The fluid's doing its work while the one slees deep, watching all his life passing by. Morkath dies just to give birth a new creature raised from the Underworld. She'll be the Lustiest of Su...

The Priests of Transition

Lying down over a v-shaped stone cradle My head hangs out Like where the shepherds usually slaughter their cattle Silence reigns... I'm in the middle of a five-end star And each point is kept by a gloomy custodian Shaping a circle of light between each other...

Trascend the Gateway

"(In loving memory of Quorthon)" Nightfall, a childood serenade Is brought by the breeze just to burst your tympanums. Sat on a rock, over the cliff, the sea is filled up with your salty sadness... No father ought to see the death of his son And the consumpt...

We Are Legion

Soldiers of might, fearers of the dark faith, born under the Cursed, unholy sign. Brave is our name and brave is our fate. Many came before, and many shall next. Left is our side, obscure is the glorious path, we walk alone these infested lands, strong is the...