- Joined
- May 20, 2006
- Messages
- 35
Pantheon in flames
Beyond the stars of the Pantheon
Lies a vivid dream unseen
Unfolding the number eight
Of lore long forlorn
Titans so old
Sitting upon their thrones
Watching above thy stars held so dear
Plotting revenge so sweet
They laugh so viciously
Ancient conspiracy, planned eons ago
Being now sprung to effect
The anti-cosmic end
To blackness once more
The world is restored
The light was but darkness shrouding ye from truth
The shadow of life
Concealed by the power of death
Seti prince of darkness rises again
Satan speak thy name
Crush the false light
Let darkness rule once more
Light ones tremble
Yes shiver in fear
Behold ye Pantheon in flames
Yes burn before the old, o burn!
The end is nigh...
Falling
I am falling down
Into the vast depths of hell
Condemned for my sins
But unrepentant still
I fall, deep into the fiery chasm
Revenge is so sweet
Scorching blood flows through my veins
My heart beats in vain
Yet I still feel cold as the grave
I am falling
Glory of Red
Soviet so red as blood
I love thy glory
Wave thy flag for Lenin
Sing his name
With Kalashnikov's fame!
Communism is red as our blood
Thus the color of our choosing
For by blood we forged our destiny
O glorious red!
So smile for father Lenin
Sing for the glorious red
The weak blue troops are but vermin
So rise for soviet so red
Sing forever of glorious red!
At my door
Grim cold scars my soul
A winged angel comes at my door
Black hooded and with cloaked face
He stands there with scythe in hand
Ah behold so shining
There in his left hand
The list that he holds so dear
My name is there written in gold
It's calling me
"Good evening, sir" he said
"Thou know now what time is nigh"
I nodded and took his hand
And then all was black...
Dragon-father
Rise o mighty force
Dragon so old
I call upon thee
Bring forth thy wrath
Speak thy ancient name once more
I feel the dark embrace of your soul
Thy cold art of comfort
Thus I call upon thee
Far too long hath thou been asleep
But it is now time
To return high up in the sky
To let loose thy dragon fire once again
Watching will be I, for thee in the sky
O dragon-father old hail unto thee
Beer so sweet
Floating tasty gold, so cold and yet so warm to the heart
It makes you do so funny things indeed
Some of joy, some of evil
But quite always you're too wasted to recall anything at all
This precious gold of holy old
Praised by monks and brewed by them
Ale so sweet, I love ye mate
Let me taste your golden cold
Forever and ever into death departed
I shall always praise your delicious taste
O beer so sweet, cheerio!
Drink my dear
Winter nymph, thine elegance enchants me
Your white silky hair lashes in the wind
Thine smile is a warming prayer to my heart
Please offer thine neck to me
Let me have a taste of thine sweet blood
Join me in perfect immortality
Do not be afraid
Come closer yes my dear, destined to join me thou art
Embrace my touch of death, come into my world
Relinquish thy false life and drink sweet wine anew
Drink the blood of the goat, forever...
Precious Ring
High up in the sky
My tower soars above all
With my great eye
Wreathed in fire
I see you
Yes I know what you are carrying
There in thy pocket
Try not to deny
For I see it laying there
O yes my gaze pierces all
My riders go forth
Find the ring
Unleash all thy hatred
Make the little thief suffer
Let him know the wrath of Sauron
Give me back my precious
The one to rule them all
O precious ring come to me
Little Dove
White feathered dove, spread your wings for me
Let gods' light shine from your stature
May peace be inspired from your grace
O bird of beauty, tell us your name
Let us rejoice in your presence
Thou whom bring light and peace
Be our symbol, be our guide
O sweet dove lead us to Equilibrium
Lead us to heaven, o dove so beloved
Mournful Night
In the mournful night, lifeless spirits rise
On a hunt they are, for precious human flesh
Demons so old, craves for thine soul
Ye shall not escape their vicious tongues
Feel sanity leaving you in the cold
Malicious eyes glows in the dark
They behold you with voracious hunger
Feel their red gnawing at thine mind
Feel the terror of the grave
This be your last day, feel darkness triumph
Feel ye souls being burned by hellfire
This is the night of reckoning, yield
Beyond the stars of the Pantheon
Lies a vivid dream unseen
Unfolding the number eight
Of lore long forlorn
Titans so old
Sitting upon their thrones
Watching above thy stars held so dear
Plotting revenge so sweet
They laugh so viciously
Ancient conspiracy, planned eons ago
Being now sprung to effect
The anti-cosmic end
To blackness once more
The world is restored
The light was but darkness shrouding ye from truth
The shadow of life
Concealed by the power of death
Seti prince of darkness rises again
Satan speak thy name
Crush the false light
Let darkness rule once more
Light ones tremble
Yes shiver in fear
Behold ye Pantheon in flames
Yes burn before the old, o burn!
The end is nigh...
Falling
I am falling down
Into the vast depths of hell
Condemned for my sins
But unrepentant still
I fall, deep into the fiery chasm
Revenge is so sweet
Scorching blood flows through my veins
My heart beats in vain
Yet I still feel cold as the grave
I am falling
Glory of Red
Soviet so red as blood
I love thy glory
Wave thy flag for Lenin
Sing his name
With Kalashnikov's fame!
Communism is red as our blood
Thus the color of our choosing
For by blood we forged our destiny
O glorious red!
So smile for father Lenin
Sing for the glorious red
The weak blue troops are but vermin
So rise for soviet so red
Sing forever of glorious red!
At my door
Grim cold scars my soul
A winged angel comes at my door
Black hooded and with cloaked face
He stands there with scythe in hand
Ah behold so shining
There in his left hand
The list that he holds so dear
My name is there written in gold
It's calling me
"Good evening, sir" he said
"Thou know now what time is nigh"
I nodded and took his hand
And then all was black...
Dragon-father
Rise o mighty force
Dragon so old
I call upon thee
Bring forth thy wrath
Speak thy ancient name once more
I feel the dark embrace of your soul
Thy cold art of comfort
Thus I call upon thee
Far too long hath thou been asleep
But it is now time
To return high up in the sky
To let loose thy dragon fire once again
Watching will be I, for thee in the sky
O dragon-father old hail unto thee
Beer so sweet
Floating tasty gold, so cold and yet so warm to the heart
It makes you do so funny things indeed
Some of joy, some of evil
But quite always you're too wasted to recall anything at all
This precious gold of holy old
Praised by monks and brewed by them
Ale so sweet, I love ye mate
Let me taste your golden cold
Forever and ever into death departed
I shall always praise your delicious taste
O beer so sweet, cheerio!
Drink my dear
Winter nymph, thine elegance enchants me
Your white silky hair lashes in the wind
Thine smile is a warming prayer to my heart
Please offer thine neck to me
Let me have a taste of thine sweet blood
Join me in perfect immortality
Do not be afraid
Come closer yes my dear, destined to join me thou art
Embrace my touch of death, come into my world
Relinquish thy false life and drink sweet wine anew
Drink the blood of the goat, forever...
Precious Ring
High up in the sky
My tower soars above all
With my great eye
Wreathed in fire
I see you
Yes I know what you are carrying
There in thy pocket
Try not to deny
For I see it laying there
O yes my gaze pierces all
My riders go forth
Find the ring
Unleash all thy hatred
Make the little thief suffer
Let him know the wrath of Sauron
Give me back my precious
The one to rule them all
O precious ring come to me
Little Dove
White feathered dove, spread your wings for me
Let gods' light shine from your stature
May peace be inspired from your grace
O bird of beauty, tell us your name
Let us rejoice in your presence
Thou whom bring light and peace
Be our symbol, be our guide
O sweet dove lead us to Equilibrium
Lead us to heaven, o dove so beloved
Mournful Night
In the mournful night, lifeless spirits rise
On a hunt they are, for precious human flesh
Demons so old, craves for thine soul
Ye shall not escape their vicious tongues
Feel sanity leaving you in the cold
Malicious eyes glows in the dark
They behold you with voracious hunger
Feel their red gnawing at thine mind
Feel the terror of the grave
This be your last day, feel darkness triumph
Feel ye souls being burned by hellfire
This is the night of reckoning, yield
