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Legacy of the Gods
Nocturnal Princess
Lurking in the dark
I see a shinny light
is a powerful sphere
which is lightening my path.
She's my nocturnal princess
Oh! Selene is my light
in the blackened sky
the fullmoon always rise.
Delight us her bright
sent to influence her childs
is the strange effect,
the moonlight in our minds.
Mother moon, don't forget
your childs.
Místico Manto Ancestral
No eres más
que un instante fugaz,
arrojado en el tiempo
sin conocimiento.
Tal como la noche
que extiende su manto
en el horizonte,
pero en unas horas
se pierde su rastro
al amanecer.
Coro:
El camino del guerrero
es dolor y sufrimiento.
El camino del guerrero
es misterio y tormento.
Con fuerte pasión
la vida ha batallado,
con constancia y valor
bajo el manto se ha iniciado.
Incansablemente
buscas el conocimiento,
por milenios ocultado
sabiduría ancestral.
Un camino espiritual
en busca de libertad,
donde no llega la luz
resuelve la oscuridad.
Todo Fue en Vano
Dreams of Obscurity
Being far beyond the stars
I feel the cold roaming
besides the wind
dragging spirits around me.
I look back and
don't see anything
I look at the horizon
and nothing exist
I'm lost in the inmensity
of my eternal nights
where no runs the time
and everything is
dark in me.
Tormented in Hell
An eternal cycle of chaos, pest and rot
the wheel of fortune spins endlesly
tormented in hell,
manipulated by spawn and lackeys of evil...
Tormented in hell...
Blind souls as sheeps
they follow
the false preacher
whorshiped
by the whore,
the bastard
and the traitor.
Possessed by
sick people
ripped, mutilated
Tormented in their hell
they never will be heard.
Infernal legions
will bleed them
as pariahs the world
would see them
and then in rivers of blood
their flag they´ll seen to stain.
Their decay will end
purified in the avernal fire,
we have created for them.
Tormented in hell.
Self destruction science
at service of mankind.
Interlude - Nocturnal Mysteriis
Lunae altus splendet
aeternus obscuritas
regnum nocturnus umbra
arcanum ceremoniae
Sanguinus ritualis
ocultus mysteriis
pro vitam et mortem
homini fatum
Tempus ignis hac anima
voluptas libera
invocat in somnus
corpus possessio
Opus demonii
in corpus femina
libido et mentiri
dominus in terra
Lugubris lunam funeris
silens velata
in hora prima
nocturnal mortum est.
Winter Forest
Ominous, dark, majestic forest,
plenty of nocturnal creatures;
they live in the deeps and dance together
with the conspiracy of the wind.
This is the same forest of our ancestors,
where the knowledge is hidden
and the wizard gets the essence
of their black magic and spells.
Chorus:
Winter forest - keeper of insanity,
realm of obscurity, Artemis' domain,
the goblins dwell the woods
under the power of the full moon.
Occult and cold enchanted forest,
lightened by the majestic moon,
in the dark winter nights
its power is bigger.
A lonely wolf howled in a cliff
and the forest heard ist call,
slowly faded in the wind
through the immensity of the dark night.
Legacy of the Gods
Millions of fans follow their mark
created of a deep and darkest will
hate that come with all their fury
over the stupid humanity.
Forged in the darkest abyss
their music comes to storm our minds
they are the masters of the occultism
who guide us in the land.
Venom, Hellhammer, Bathory
they marked our lives forever
a strong troop of warriors,
inspiration of the hordes.
Influence of so much bands
we got the legacy of the Gods
always dressed in black
spreading destruction.
Dark Lord of The Full Moon
Walking through the dense fog
it freezes everything around me,
I'm searching for the kingdom of the nymphs,
the followers of Artemis, goddess of the forest.
There is darkness on the road,
I only see in the vastness of the sky
a full moon sending its clarity
through the dark branches of the trees.
I'm the dark lord of the full moon...
The gloomy silence of that forest
is broken with strange cries
of lustful spirits coming to meet me.
The wolves climb to the summits howling at the moon,
meanwhile a whirlwind of seductive nymphs
comes to satisfy my morbid desires...
Chorus:
Ritual sex magic in the forest,
the daughters of Artemis around me,
they take possession of my body
in an orgiastic pleasure!!!
Her majesty touches my forehead,
she name me dark lord of the full moon
and gives me the power and dominion
towards all her maidens and beasts.
The lustful encounter ends,
astral beings leave the place,
now I'm alone in my domains
entranced by the magical moon shining.
Chorus.
Southern Storm
Ascending towards the
summits
from south
it sights the coldest night
black clouds devours the
mountain
converting in ashes the
horizon.
Nocturnal spirits rise from
crypts
to go over the wicked land
in company of the black bird
flying free in the night.
My soul feels the power
hidden behind the fog
and I see the lights shining
beyond the obscurity,
is the lightning that breaks
the night
to announce the southern
storm.
Erotic Seduction
When passion burns
desire dominates,
carnal pleasures
invades the mind.
Nymphs and Satyrs,
incubi, succubi;
demons and witches,
erotic seduction.
Wake the snake,
the fire that sleeps in you...
Energies converge
merging the bodies,
fluid mixing
its magic and power.
Nymphs and Satyrs
in erotic games,
sacred encounters
of lust and seduction.
Maldita Inquisición
Inquisición, maldita inquisición.
Difamación, persecución
a brujas y hechiceros
sin piedad torturados...
Maldita inquisición.
Acusaciones, abominables,
por blasfemias y herejía,
condenados a la hoguera...
Maldita inquisición.
Habitas un mundo lleno de ambición,
castigo infernal, total dominación,
miles de hombres sembrando el terror
en nombre de dios, proclamando purificación,
total dominación.
Miro al horizonte y veo al mundo
sufriendo tormento,
las plagas desatan su furia,
pecados, suplicio y lamentos.
Aún existe en la tierra
egoísmo, odio y traición,
humanos juzgan al prójimo,
la maldita Inquisición.
Csejthe
Climbing the dark slopes of the mountains,
by rough, worn paths,
with the only company of the moon,
the rest at its summit... the forgotten castle.
It was in its glory times
stronghold of domination above the crags,
proudly waved in its flags
the Erzebeth's coat of arms widely feared.
Chorus:
Csejthe, powerful castle of death,
the most pleasant to the Countess Bathory;
there she fulfilled her bloodlust
and its walls became her dark grave.
Damned castle rest in the shadows
of those inaccessible peaks,
still in its dungeons screams of sacrificed maidens
are heard in the night.
Csejthe are only ruins, shadows of the past,
but its presence has power yet
dominating for centuries in Carpathian fields.
This is the power of a name... Countess Bathory.
And the figure of the bloody countess
is seen wandering... pale as the moon
walking by its halls... Countess Bathory.
Sinfonía para el funeral de un ángel
A través de las sombras de la noche en este silencioso mundo
levantamos nuestras voces para cantar con tristeza en el funeral de un ángel.
Como un ejército,
como príncipes de las potestades de los aires,
elevamos a los cielos nuestro blasfemo lamento
desafiando a los dioses por nuestra mortal existencia.
Lamento perpetuo que emerges del fondo de mi alma;
todo lo que amo ahora perecerá en las llamas.
Lamento perpetuo
que alimentas mi odio,
del fondo de mi alma angustiada
desgarrándose entre la vida y la muerte.
Quiero callar mis gritos, pero en mi mente
se repite como un eco el mismo pensamiento.
¡Moriré!
En el negro horizonte caen las horas,
el silencio toma cuerpo emanando ecos y gemidos
que brotan de los cuatro picos de la tierra.
Es la sinfonía de la muerte,
que se pasea en el antiguo universo,
proveniente de mi alma angustiada
que toca los acordes de un órgano viejo
rodeado de flores y velas de cera que dejará de sonar
solo cuando mi cuerpo,
perplejo y sin vida, se encuentre colgado
ante el destino de ir al mundo del silencio.
Lamento perpetuo
que alimentas las llamas de mi alma angustiada
desgarrándose entre la vida y la muerte.
Dreams of Obscurity
Retorno (Aion)
Yo,
En la imposibilidad.
Ningún espacio.
Lo vacío
la hartura.
Impetuosa una fuerza.
(una conciencia herida)
Una superficie sosegada,
inmóvil.
Un cuerpo
una eterna caída
a pesar de la quietud.
Una palabra
incesante en el silencio
(Lo paciente desespera)
¡Aquí!
Apago mi luz
para ver la verdad
¿Apago mi luz para ver la verdad?
Abro surcos ciegos,
pues mi destino es distinto a la vida.
El porvenir se eclipsa, con la muerte del hoy
y todo aquello que fui se dispersa.
Deconstrucción, orden binario
objeto y quimera.
¡Nada!
Mi disolución emancipada
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Legiones del Sur
Hordas malditas con el alma negra,
brujas y demonios vomitan blasfemias,
engendros de muerte preparan la guerra,
legiones del sur invaden la tierra.
Gritos macabros pregonan al viento,
la hora ha llegado, lujuria y tormento.
Huestes malignas marchan al encuentro,
con cantos de guerra, horror y sufrimiento.
Legiones del sur salen a marchar
con el fervor de la guerra.
El culto comienza, la euforia del momento;
legiones del sur llegan al encuentro.
La muerte se acerca, acecha tus miedos,
las hordas preparan gran recibimiento.
Legiones del sur, invocación macabra.
Guerreros malditos, culto a la cabra.
Rebel
Serpent's Gen
We look like
The sore that lingers on your skin
The stone in the shoe
That embeds
Itself
In your feet
The necrosis that slowly spreads
Infesting
Whatever is in our path
We look like huge vessels
Empty and imperfect
That yearn to fill their interior
With a non-existent light
We have been banished from
The beginning by our origin
We were abandoned to our fate
And in spite of that
They point the finger at us and blame us
For the way things are
Hatred heats
The blood to the point that it rots it
The mind is flooded with resentment
And revenge (X2)
We are the heirs of the serpent’s gen
It is not possible
To blame those who were born in filth
They are marked as the origin
Of the darkness
But it is impossible
To remain blindfolded
In the presence of truth
And knowledge
Questioning actions
And reasoning made us free
And that is why we are called
The children of darkness
Hatred heats
The blood to the point that it rots it
The mind is flooded with resentment
And revenge (X2)
We are the heirs of the serpent’s gen
Practitioners of the rituals of the fallen angels
Hatred heats
The blood to the point that it rots it
The mind is flooded with resentment
And revenge (X3)
Hiding the truth
Will only make us
More rebellious
And uneasy
Even if it costs
Us eternal contempt
Reacción
Intro - Crypt of Evill Sacrificial Rites
Lord of Fullmoon Shadows
Walking between the dense fog
that freeze 'til the last corner
of the forest, I'm searching
the Nymphs domain
and her protector Goddess
Artemis (Queen of the forest).
I make a stop in the road
and I look around me,
but I don't see any presence
only I find in the inmensity of the sky
a fullmoon sending me her clarity
through the branches of the trees.
The nocturnal silence
of the forest
is broken with strange moans,
are nocturnal spirits coming for my soul.
While the wolves climb the rocks
to howl ate the moon
I see the shadows of the spirits
that take possession of me
and guide me by the forest.
I continue penetrating between
the trees and I enter in a path
where I reach to see the sovereigns
of the forest coming to find me.
Their wonderful bodies sorrounds me
and deliver in me a powerful energy
that cauterizes my soul.
Immediately the spirits abandon me
and I see the Artemis figure near me,
while the wolves howl with more
intensity.
Her majesty touches my forehead
and she calls me emperor of shadows
in the winter moon,
she's giving me the power before
all beings in the forest.
Artemis and the Nymphs abandon
the place, now I'm alone in my
domains
looking the beautiful bright of the
fullmoon that invades my body while
the nocturnal spirits dance around me.
Culto Abismal
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