Across the desolated fields only death prevails, there in a distant world where the is eternal, darkness descends on our wizards tombs, bringers of pain. My shadow is speakin' the hatred words will make them walk again but not alone... A horde of demons is this vast empire
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women were brought, naked and perverted as whore. Those cried of joy and pain hot and ready As the infernal orgy is takin' the sabbatical rites. Lord of chaos, thy trifixion will soon be completed to let the hecatomb of time and appear
bring us the terror, for the remains of jesus the nazarene, for the blood of virgin mary to our sabbatical rites here. us the unbounded terror, for the remains of jesus the nazarene, to celebrate our sabbatical rites here... and within the
by nerath daemon]
I was asked the my one thousand years old wizard i came from: "i'm from that place you call ASSIAH where can be taken by many, where spirits rule as gods and where blood got the most marvellous taste... Time as come to walk grounds my son!!!" By the earth, by the ground, sorcerers are rising and with them one hundred deads are the sacred ground of eden.
"Rise your tomb, rise and join our strength powerful wizards, join our rite to call our father... The horned one give his sentences towards christianity, no place for wisdom, conceal a presage of desaster... They'll never see the light of the sun again, will be leads within the underworlds... they'll gave their blood for honour to celebrate the unholy here..."