THC is in my blood Acid is in my brain Alcohol warps my thoughts PCP runs through my veins [Chorus:] Left hand of God You will cease to exist Hell's
Her warm body upon the ground Has yet returned to dust The magick from the wolfskin belt Awakens lycanthropic lust Autumnal twilight Possessed by a dead
[Music: R. Scythe 8/94, Lyrics: D. Slaughter 8/94] Year scorned hag, with obsessions Searching the realms, the dimensions (With one) endulged with dark
[Music and Lyrics: R. Scythe 3/95] Soulless I have become Death now calls my name Under a dying sun Beneath the frozen flames Awaiting in silence, for
[Music: Hank Sherman, Lyrics: King Diamond] Bring the black box to the altar Now raise your hands and do the sign Oh Hail satan, yes Hail Satan Lay down
of terror- Hail Usurper! Blood and fire- Mark my path of conquest Desperate screams are frozen in the air Thy have offered us thier weakness Victory! Hail Usurper
Of innocence you are welcomed Enter into my life From dust you have arisen Carnality, your fatal touch Virginity is her lure Yet she is the demon whore
Nightfall upon the soil of dead Withered scarecrow marks the summer's end Final harvest stripped of the earth Through dying unveils rebirth Drinking
Magick shrouded in secrecy Spells of evil sorcery Poison from amphibian Human remains,reptilian tongue Formulas to stop your heart And eradicate
Fire descends on wings of radiation Reptilian masters will incarcerate mother earth From cosmic realms with sinister intent Slithering claws of apocalyptic
Incubus Breed Cosmonautic dreams WE ARE THE INCUBUS BREED WITH NO RESISTANCE,WE TAKE WHAT WE NEED COSMIC WISDOM,THE AGE OF REBIRTH BLOOD FREAKS,USURPERS
[Music: R. Scythe 6/95, Lyrics: D. Slaughter 6/95] Listen... Listen to the words I?ve said Prophecies from the dead Into this war we fight as one...
Unlock then open the gate For we are welcomed here The cold, wet fog is thick Upon this sacred ground [Chorus:] Embrace... of the Dead Embrace... of
An old man sits on his throne His limbs all weaken'd and gray What is a king with no kingdom to rule This quandary troubles his mind I am the greatest
Fordítás: Celtic Frost. A bitorló.
Fordítás: Necromantia. Trónkövetelő (Opus I: a bitorló a Spawn).
Fordítás: Bitorol. Necrocult Pt 1.