Blood Stained Dusk Continuance of Evil 1. Invocation to Baphomet 2. Rentum Tormentum Far away in the hills... an ancient fire burns Our black coven has gathered For the coming of him... wolf's blood Far away in the hills... witches are chanting They are chanting and dancing Rentum Tormentum The priest calls forth to the altar slave Prepare the virgin for sacrifice He raises ritual dagger and plunges forth Her hands raise to ask why? The offer blood is sustenance for our gods Far away in the hills... an ancient fire burns Far away in the hills... witches are chanting The ancient hymn of a past now reborn Rentum Tormentum Blood of our sacrifice Drips into the baptismal choice Carved from the skull of goat Orgies, lust, perversions All desires of hell now commence We raise the blood filled chalice And baptize the infant, wolf's blood Far away in the hills... an ancient fire burns Far away in the hills... witches are chanting The ancient hymn of a past now reborn Rentum Tormentum And with him darkness has come No one from our plague We laugh at the world 3. Continuance of Evil Continuance... of... evil... Across his land... empowered... By corruption and greed... The graveyard stench... is rising... Against so called "elite", the coven is here! Ripping and shredding thru time and space Backwards, like early black metal, leaving Pretentious vermin enraged, blessed to be The only desire... To kill! As we are here to burn this planet Kaos constricting through veins, mystical. Prophecy writhing in blood dusk is now here Forever... Hail darkness! Dumbfounded imbecile inbreeds Waste to be breathing our air heart of darkness Never forgives, coven shall never forget... As we ritualistically slaugher puss-dripping Capitalist swine, masses of demonic warriors Join us in hell, live in line we are the final Eclipse, raise of the dead - we arrive hear The blood freezing screams end of the Light and the lie prepare to face your tomorrow In freezing cosmic void justice, never mercy Resistance is futile behold the triumph Consumed by death forever is forgotten 4. Purified by Steel and Inquisition And I stood upon the sand of the sea And saw a beast rise out of the sea Rising seven heads and ten horns Upon his horns ten crowns And they worshipped the dragon Which gave power unto the beast Saying who is like unto the beast Who is able to make war with him And power was given unto him And mouth speaking great things and blasphemies And power was given unto to continue (forever!?) And he opened his mouth in blasphemy against god To blaspheme his name, his tabernacle And all that dwell in heaven I sit upon the highest mountain of skulls And I have seen the farthest And all I can see is our Victory! My sword hath devoured Until its thirst was quenches with blood For now it is on earth as it is in hell! If any man have an ear let him hear He that leaded into captivity shall go into captivity He that killed with the sword must be killed with the sword And his steel do so the burn with fire And his fire burning of our inquisition And he doeth great wonders So that he make the fire come down from heaven On the earth in the sight of men Hear is wisdom let him that hath understanding Count the number of the beast For it is the number of man, and his number is... Six hundred three score and six And he hath power to give life unto the image of the beast That the image of the beast should both speak and cause That as many would not worship the image of the beast Should be killed... 5. Rebirth of the Wretched... I Live Again Foul and tainted is my spirit Aching... suffering... death of ages Life... circling, circling Reborn again and again Will it never end? Am I the dead forced to live? Poisonous elixir I consume Shamanic trance envelops Traveling the wheel... visions overcome I open the gateway to the nether realm Flying above my creation I unlock doorways of the past The past so old... yet so familiar Decrepit ruin of the stone castle walls around me An iron fence encases a grave Bust of stone... carry my face Is this my grave? Am I to live again? I have arisen from my grave To wreak havoc upon this world I will never cease MY wretched soul that which lives nor dies Has lived... again! Returned reek of the 12th century Memories, my face, these ruins What does it mean? Walking through hallways of my empire Cobweb draped skeletons surround Did these souls die for me? My tyranny must not stop! Now there is purpose There is meaning The hate must live on, the suffering must continue I am the harbinger, I the sickness, I the disease, I am the slayer