Intro - Crypt of Evill Sacrificial Rites
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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.
Ad Libitum
Tu Amenaza
Salgo a la calle ya no puedo caminar
Mi pinta de rasta es un asunto policial
Me huelen los perros, que quieren encontrar?
Ni con sus controles voy a dejar de fumar
Soy selecto elemento sorpresa
No soy tu victima, tampoco tu presa
Ni tu victimario, solo canto a diario
Vas a caer y a sufrir un calvario
Babilonia no le temo a tu amenaza
Babilonia no le temo a tu amenaza
Quiero luchar y mantenerme vivo, no quiero terminar
Como un falso positivo, siempre le pido a Jah que se
Mantenga conmigo, di a la gente, escuchen lo que digo
(Es real) yo soy de verdad, un guerrero del ejercito de Jah
Babilonia tiene su condena mientras vivo mi vida plena
Yo lo se, Que esto va a caer, tanta mentira no se puede mantener
Todo el mundo no se puede engañar, y muchos van a despertar
Babilonia no le temo a tu amenaza
Babilonia no le temo a tu amenaza
Babilonia me amenaza, porque me tiene miedo
No voy a esconderme voy a hacer lo que quiero
Yo compartiré todo el amor que yo siento, este es mi poder
Lo llevo bien adentro, fabricando armas no me van a asustar, yo tengo mi
Hierba y ellos me temen mas, ni su propaganda de amenaza nuclear
Con rastafari nadie me puede acabar
Babilonia no le temo a tu amenaza
Babilonia no le temo a tu amenaza
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
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.
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.
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.
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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Legacy of the Gods
Cegados por la fe
En tinieblas de oscuridad
están las almas engañadas
cegadas por su odio
torturadas por su miseria
Fanatismo
Adoración al yeso
En espera de un milagro
Para satisfacer su existencia
Espera y acepta la prueba de fe
Madres rezando y luego fornicando
Obligan a sus hijos
A obedecer en un altar
Cegados por el odio
Cegados por la fe
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.
Legions from Hell
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.
Brujería
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.
Culto Abismal
Dreams of Obscurity
Dreaming far beyond the stars
I feel the cold wandering,
suddenly freezes the wind,
it drag spirtis towards me.
Tortured souls in the night
in search of liberty.
Tortured souls in the night
in dreams of obscurity.
I look back and I can't see anything,
I'm searching at the horizon
and nothing exist;
I'm lost... in my eternal nights,
where the time stops in dreams of obscurity.
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.
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.
Maha Kali
Kali ma
danza y que las cabezas de los opresores caigan.
¡Oh, Kali destructora!
abrazaré la tierra tras tu llamado.
Kali, Kali, ma
Kali, Kali, ma Kali.
Ma Kali al repetir tu nombre seré bendecido
Kali ma, Kali.
Ma Kali el corazón del hombre está viciado.
¡Oh, Kali destructora!
sopla y que se libere el universo.
Kali, Kali, ma
Kali, Kali, ma Kali
Ulrich:
ho Kali, élève toi parmis les tyrans
que leur orgueil s' effondre
et que leur langue menteuse soient dechirée "
(Coro: all voices )
Kali, Kali, ma
Kali, Kali, ma Kali
Que los ideales vetustos del hombre se derrumben
para dar paso a un nuevo mundo.
Kali, sabiduría y caos cabalgando sobre un tigre,
se tú la justicia, gran destructora de demonios.
Ma Kali al repetir tu nombre seré bendecido.
Ma Kali,
nuestra guerra es como Raktabija,
por cada gota de sangre derramada
se multiplican las venganzas.
Dreams of Obscurity
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.
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.
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