Metamorphosis
"The Secret Art"
The Secret Art
The Beckoning (Symphonic)
Night On Bare Mountain
As Legions Rise
God Of The Dead (Instrumental)
A Fateful Night
Holy Wounds
Invictus
The Crypt
Domine Lucifere (Outro)
The Secret Art
To open up the portals
Who knows the secret art
To unlock the gates of heaven
That seal the devil's path
To spit like a kiss
Sneering unctuously
The most precious spice of blasphemy
All the names of hell are written on the sacred floor
Black draped walls filled with symbols
Shun the light once more
Clouds of smoke, herbs and nightshade
Covering the space
As the candles on the altar
Set this church ablaze
The black veiled chalice
Filled with water then with wine
Gloomy sparks the ancient shrine
Three seals are broken
Three skulls gleaming
Primeval, as taken out of catacombs
Mighty magicians, have mercy
Speak to me the words of wisdom
And the words of death
All the names of hell are written on the sacred floor
Black draped walls filled with symbols
Shun the light once more
Clouds of smoke, herbs and nightshade
Covering the space
As the flames of Satan
Enlighten this old place
"Blessed be the bread of death
A thousand times more than the bread of life
For you have not been sown by human hand
And no toiling sticks on you
Our Dark Lord himself took you to the crypt of putrefaction
Thus to become our bread of revelation"
As the clock strikes midnight
The phantom priest appears
Sending out his will
A call for our Master
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Night On Bare Mountain
In hundreds they are coming
From all regions of the land
Witches and warlocks
Attending their annual fair
A ghostly view
As the nightly shapes descend
From the clouds
On a goat, on a broom, on a cat
With a demon as leader ahead
Or as helmsman behind
The glare of this nightly fest
On the summit of the mountain
Was so great, that it could be seen
From everywhere in the entire region
Let the Sabbath now begin
The Great Goat on his gilded throne
The Sabbath Queen by his side
He leads his flock into the fire
From which they return with might
They don't fear the funeral pyre
Nor heaven's everlasting fire
And in solemnity begins the sacrifice
Oremus, fratres, ut nostrum sacrificium,
Acceptabile fiat apud Luciferum omnipotentem
The sacred host drenched in sperm and blood
Stamped with an image of the ram
Consecrated with blasphemy
He serves this communion with mockery
Oremus, fratres, ut nostrum sacrificium,
Acceptabile fiat apud Luciferum omnipotentem
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When the first rays of the morning sun hit the mountain
The place was dreary and bare
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As Legions Rise
Tied to the burdens of this world
We urge to end this eternal strife
So that we may once again
Light the fire to raise the dawn
The crimson shimmer of our scorn
As legions rise to crush the skies
Infernal might in heaven's height
Forever
We claim our throne
Out of ash and sacred bone
Sanctified in demonic light
Fate unfolds
Death knell tolls
Brothers and Sisters of the night
Soon you all shall see
The trident gleams
This is our victory
So that we may one again
Light the fire to raise the dawn
The crimson shimmer of our scorn
As legions rise to crush the skies
Infernal might in heaven's height
Forever we claim our throne
Out of ash and sacred bone
Sanctified in demonic light
Fate unfolds
Death bell tolls
Freed from the burdens of this world
We await the final eclipse
So that we may once for all
Light the fire to raise the dawn
The crimson shimmer of our scorn
As legions rise to crush the skies
Infernal might in heaven's height
Forever
We claim our throne
Out of ash and sacred bone
Sanctified in demonic light
Our fate unfolds
Death knell tolls
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A Fateful Night
On a pallid moonlit night
The priest tried to disappear
In a desperate attempt
To escape his fate
But the vows of his pact
Signed many years ago
Wrote his soul into the book
That'll never let him go
He abjured the christian faith
And the shelter of the saints
Threw the rosary away
So that nothing more remains
And the oath he took that night
Made him servant and slave
To the one that rules the earth
From the cradle to the grave
Do not think you can escape my wrath
Do not think you can betray your pact
Oh no no no!
You abjured the christian faith
And the shelter of the saints
Threw the rosary away
Whom do you think to betray?
On a pallid moonlit night
The priest tried to save his soul
But this poor little fool
Was soon to meet his fate
For the vows of his pact
Signed many years ago
Wrote his soul into the book
That'll never let him go
He abjured the christian faith
And the shelter of the saints
Threw the rosary away
So that nothing more remains
And the oath he took that night
Made him servant and slave
To the one that rules the earth
From the cradle to the grave
The Devil enrolled your name into the scrolls of his Black Book
Forever erased from the book of christ
Do not think you can escape my wrath
Do not you think you can betray your pact
Oh no no no!
On this fateful darkened night
The priest disappeared forever
Never to be seen again
His soul was cast into the pit
His flesh torn into pieces
Doomed to everlasting torment
In His Dark Majesty's Domain
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Holy Wounds
When the pride of day is sunken
And the blood moon's on the rise
When the hierophant is drunken
With the tears that drop from sullen eyes
When the earth begins to tremble
And the Wormwood star’s fallen
The Babylonian whore has fed
Upon the blood that drips from holy wounds
Oh,
The blood, the moon and the wounds
That feed this night
Ah,
The stone, the blade and the eyes
That sparkle bright
Tonight
And there is that chill that trickles down my spine
Like cold hands touching my bare skin
When the skull begins to shine
And the mystic sign is gleaming
When the grey hounds start to bark
Unto the moon that lies so dreaming
When the bats begin to flutter
And the rocks seem to rise
The magician dips the wand
Into the blood that drips from holy wounds
Oh,
The blood, the moon and the wounds
That feed this night
Ah,
The stone, the knife and the eyes
That sparkle bright
Tonight
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Invictus
By William Ernest Henley(1849–1903)
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
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The Crypt
Black is the passage that leads beyond
A narrow way up to the hills
Where the ancient castle stands
In sepulchral light and brooding mystery
Doomed gateways lead us through
Down the hallways to the crypt
Where the olden spirits dwell
In fiendish grace and blackest witchery
Within this cryptic halls
The arcane spirit calls
And the creatures of the night roam free
Trapped in a magic spell
Down where the devils dwell
And the sword of Satan was forged
In Hell
Deep are the shadows that breed herein
A gathering of gloom and dread
Where the dark magician lives
And weaves his spells of death
Within this cryptic halls
The arcane spirit calls
And the creatures of the night
Roam free
Trapped in a magic spell
Down where the devils dwell
And the sword of Satan was forged
In Hell
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