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Sulphur! Sulphur!
Blood and flesh
I'm sulphurblooded
Sulphur! Sulphur!
Blood and flesh
I'm sulphurblooded.

Waves of black nausea
Flog me through blurred shapes
Blood-red streaks
Nebulized my view.

To mutilate them is by far not enough
I want to kill!
I'm going to lose it!

The stench of their ignorance
Just traces of their life
Insignificant is their existence!

Melodies of death enlighten my mind
The way into my bless is paved
With their corpses.

2. Dead All Thing Will Be (Part I)

Streams will cease to flow
All wind will cease to blow
The clouds will cease to fleet
All heart will cease to beat.

Laid so low, so very slow
Dead all things will be
Dead all things will be.

Oh, vanity! Death is waiting
See! Our friends are all forsaking
We are called, so we must go
Laid low, so low.

All the things will be dead
Dead all things will be.

Death is calling while we speak
Heads are falling, skins are paling
Even strongest limbs are failing
Nine times goes the passing bell.

In the dark we must lie
For all things must die
All things must die
Dead all things will be.

3. Sic Transit Gloria Mundi

I soak the world in light and shine
I am the glare of darkness
I soak the world in light and shine
Light bearing I remain.

Leading towards a distance
Conducted by seductive forces
Symbolic memories became
False convictions.

Epidemic cult of perversion
The essence of man is denies
The quintessence of existence
Is reversed.

Sic Transit Gloria Mundi
I shall resurrect
Sic Transit Gloria Mundi
When hope turns into hate.

Live silently in devotion
Never raise your voice
Suppress any instinct
Your hope is becoming nothing.

This holy counterfeit silence
Broken with no tongue
Leaving the stones unturned
By building fragile castles of sand.

Condemned to feed the void
Mundane pleasures are hell
How arrogant to tell
Man is blasphemy.

4. Pale Rider - Pale Horse

The first to appear is pestilence
Who rides upon a white horse
Revelation has begun
The first seal is opened.

Wearing a crown and a bow in his hand
Victory is coming, his hand holds deliverance.

Pare rider, pale horse
The horses of disaster plunge in the heavy clay
Pale rider, pale horse
Hear their tossing manes and their tumultuous feet.

In the wake of pestilence come war into land
Slaying each other, giving no peace.

There will be famine following war
Tremendous famine, so great
He rides silently across the lands carrying the scale
The black horse and hunger are stalking the land.

And after them comes death
His horse is stark pale
This is the end
Of the first four seals.

5. Become An Opponent

With pride I orbit the worlds
My work which I created
Who can resist me?
Who is able to escape from my strength?

Eternity itself to me is subject
I stride on the path of perdition
No one exists who could ever resemble to me
Greater than god and the aim of creation.

Unite with the ungod
Turn back!
Become an opponent!

Hear my word! I am the first!
What springs forth from my hand
Cannot be destroyed
It remains free
Born from everlasting world.

In chaos I became your creator
Soon rising a new world
My empire in proud form exists
Mankind and their god cannot break it.

6. Sound Forth The Trumpet...That Shall Never Call Retreat

My eyes have seen the glory
Of the coming of the lord
He's trampling the deceit
His truth is marching on.

I've seen him in proud fires
Of a thousand burning hearts
An altar built from wisdom
His day is marching on.

Sound forth the trumpets! Sound them forth!
That shall never call retreat!
Sound forth the trumpets! Sound them forth!
Let's die to disinfest men!

I have read a fiery gospel
A writ in burnished rows of steel
As you deal with his opponent
With you all his grace shall fall.

He's sounded forth the trumpet
That shall never call retreat
Be jubilant and free
Our lord is marching on.

He's born to make men holy
He's born to make men free
A truth is marching on
That enlightens you and me.

7. Invictus

In diese nacht der finsternis
Fällt nicht ein schimmer gotteslicht
Ich genieß meinen sieg und seine niederlage!
Der erde völker dienen mir
Verdorben tief in ihrem sein
Der glaube abgestumpft, dem rost' gen schwerte gleich.

Wenige entgingen mir
Sie sind mir verhasst
Zu töten ihre seelen ist mir genuss
Mein reich gewann
Die herrschaft gottes schwand
Triumph als sieger über gott
Verschlossen jenes himmelstor.

Dem eignen willen zu gehorchen
Das schicksal selbst sich zu bereiten
Ein jeder sei sein eig'ner gott
Sei herr, willst du nicht sklave sein
Geht hin dämonen, lehret dies!
Ich harre aus um meine lehre siegen zu shen!

Invictus! Invictus!
Satanas!
Invictus! Invictus!
Gloría!

8. Dead All Thing Will Be (Part II)

This is the hour to fall into a death deep sleep
We're hasting towards death
We do not want to sin any longer
Life is short and shortly it ends
Death comes faster than one believes.

Death destroys and spares no one!
Cold and dead all things will be!

Death destroys and spares no one
We're hasting towards death
We do not want to sin any longer
You cannot turn around
And become pure like a child.

Oh, dearest brothers, don't be afraid
Bitter is death and the tears you cry
The baleful ones are calling
They will never escape.

You will be a worthless cadaver
Why do you protect yourself from sin?
Which honour do you expect?
Why don't you admit your guilt?

9. By The Seventh Spell - A Blackthrash Symphony

As I command it, so shall it be
I seek revenge on thee
The spell will bring the spirits
To serve as I wish
To serve my own aim.

By then seventh spell
We're setting the black circles
By the seventh spell
Unbar the guarded door.

Sprinkling masses of blood
Of innocent souls
Sprinkling more and more blood
I'll spit it all down on your cold and wooden coffin.

Prior to midnight by the dark of the moon
Burning some incense to summon the dark
Invocation by the light of black candles
Anointed with blasphemous oil.

By the dim lights and the silence
I summon the quiet of the grave
As the seventh hour will strike
Black ink is scribing your name.

10. Deine Waffen zu meinen Füßen

Ich breche dich mit harten worten
Nehm' dir deinen willen, dein leben
Nehme mir was in dir lebt
Und alles was einst du gewesen
Stirbt in meinen liebenden armen.

Ich reiß' es an michj, nehm' es mir
Trag' du nur deine maske
Geschmiedet ganz aus heuchelei und scham
Leg' dich nieder, leg' dich hin
Die waffen mir zu füßen
Deine infantile seele verblasst.

Sag' mir du bist selig - es ware gelogen
Mach' mich zu deinem schatten
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