i am one of you a vulture i have been the falcon is my face you'll see that i am more i am one of all all that we see as sacred they are all in me all
In the world of hurt Nothing ever welcomes Nothing ever opens Nothing ever brightens Nothing ever changes No occult revival No gods to be served No light
Cold crowling Death Crushing mighty roar Deadly touch of fire Merciless invaders Huge lurking hunters Demons made of steel and flesh Grinders spitting
Thee I invoke, the bornless one, hear my call Thee, that didst create the earth and the heavens Thee, that didst create the night and the day Thee, that
, rancor, venom, grief Panic, terror, violence, death This is what you mean to me Litany, my litany Murder, slash, burn, destroy Tear, erase, slaughter
Warriors with hate Comes true, the awful prediction Still alive, corpses lie in the street Spitting the blood to the God Dying in flames, dammed mob
Set is perhaps the most mysterious god of the ancient Egyptian pantheon: a lord of contradictions and conflicts, a god at once saving the world and rejected
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Yeah No act of spawning was my birth There is no darkness after my dawn I don't command [Incomprehensible] Gods [Incomprehensible] for hatred, [Incomprehensible
A scarab beetle which toils through its phases From an egg through a larva to the protector of the dawning sun Out of unmanifest into matrix of manifestation
[Lyrics: Pavel Frelik, Music Peter Wiwczarek] Sometimes believing in some disembodied being can help find the way in the world. A being that constitutes
You run, you cry, you fear You burn, you slay, destroy You throw the flames and bolts Just forwards, forwards, attack, attack Attack, yeah, yeah Like
I cut myself and still hurt Grey pain still reminds There is no kingdom, power, glory For those who freeze their lives behind Following the wrong God
I suppose you'll tell me you called when I wasn't at home - Say what you mean. I suppose you're not the answering machine type - Say what you mean. Either
Once I was a mortal man Now I traverse the realms beyond The material plane is but a crossroads The epicenter of a temporal abyss. Anchored by the webs
I want to be a Playboy?s bunny I?d do whatever they asked me to I?d meet people with lots of money And they would love me like I loved you I want to
crush the Franken Ref Ollie North was kicked to death Smashed flat was mutant baby Small Sac had to join the navy The litany of the vanquished The litany
glowing day have died Chorus african! litany! African! litany! I'll sing an african litany for you Fare thee well and fond adieu An african litany for
