Tracks

01. Doomed To Slaughter
02. The Forest Of Flesh
03. Cathedral Of Corpses
04. The Malleus Maleficarum Manuscript
05. The Apotheosis
06. The Deserved Reputation Of Cruelty
07. Desecration Of The Black Stone
08. Der Kriegmeister
09. Arena Of Death (Colosseum Carnage)



01. Doomed To Slaughter

Fear the great Pyramid, the domain of the sacriledge
Disgusting powers wield this place of horror
The ancient gods are back on earth, we serve the book of blood
The blood of men will drench the fields in darkness
Tear off their clothes, sting out their eyes
Lead the doomed prisoners to the sacrificial stone
Spread their limbs for ritual slaughter
Hispanic blood floats down the walls
Here in the temple of horror
Corpses are paled upon the stakes to please the ancient gods
Doomed to slaughter, sacrifice
Limps entangled in gore
The demi-gods from far away burn our souls in hell
Open their chests and tear out their hearts for the gods of blood
Their hearts were shown to the sun
Fertile blood floats from the ritual stone
We cut off their limbs and their skull will be paled to serve the ancient gods from hell
The voice from the gods of thunder, their breath will bring us death
Spitting balls of iron
Annihilation of civilization, doom
I am Cortez, I kill in the name of Rome
Hunting down the heathens, their blood is on my hands
I slaughter in Gods name
I violently serve the heavens


02. The Forest Of Flesh

"We are born in the moonlight and killed by the sun
We are the bloodsucking creatures of the night
We do not know love and we desire for lust in this night of endless pain"
Standing proud in endless rows the defeated dead hang stiff and still
Perverse thoughts ordered upon battalions, hungering to maim and kill
"Our hearts are death and our souls are raped as we hail for the final command"
Charging through, pile the dead upon the dead
Endless straights of anonymous corpses
Sliding the skins off the unfortunate soldiers
Leaving them to rot in the impure winds of war
Stench from the purulent clays beneath
Soil and flesh trampled to bloody snot
Trenches flooding with blood and gore
Here is no peace, here is no beauty
"We are with one as we are with many"
Thousands of throats cry for violence and death
Torched villages mark the theatre of the macabre
Black blood, Frozen eyes feasting with the undead
Bow for me, pathetic mortals, your God is dead for ages
Impaled like thousands of your despised people
Eyes gazing glassy and vacant at the bloodred sky
Violently condemned to see your dying God above
"We are born in the moonlight and killed by the sun
We are the bloodsucking creatures of the night"
My knights of hell slaughter the legions of Mohammed
The tortured Mudjahedeen scream their agony upon the stake


03. Cathedral Of Corpses

Beneath the shadow of thy throne still may we dwell secure
Suffering is thine arm alone and our defense is sure
A thousand ages in my sight are like an evening gone
I am the one who ends your life before the rising sun
My word commands your flesh to dust:"Return, ye sons of men!"
Immortals rose from earth at first and my blood will live again
Beneath the shadow of my throne still may we dwell secure
Suffering is thine arm alone and our defense is sure.
A thousand ages in my sight are like an evening gone
Behold my cathedral of death, see my forest of flesh
Taste the blood of the enemies, the enemies of Vlad
I eat their broken eyes, I curse their gasped pray
Allah's war is lost today
Dark Seraphim, Slayer of Jihad
Death in Carpathia, the massacre is done
Face the flesh horizon, destructor, misantrophe
The corpses of the impaled Turks penetrate your hopes
No Sultan no, don't go away
No Sultan no, your judge is just on its way
You shall die before the rising sun
My word commands your flesh to dust:"Return, ye sons of men!"
Immortals rose from earth at first and my blood will live again
A thousand ages in my sight are like an evening gone
I am the one who ends your life before the wanking nuns


04. The Malleus Maleficarum Manuscript

"I know there will be no light for me
My soul was baptised in the darkest depths
I serve the horns, I proclaim blasphemy
I curse the face of God, traitor!"
We bore through their blasphemous tongue with a hot iron
They would be tied to the rack and stretched for days at a time
We wove their bloody limbs between the spokes of the wheel
And hung them into the air for the birds to complete the execution
No word came over their bursted lips, they spit blood in my eyes
The immortality of their souls glorifies the blood divine
Ave, ave Satanas
I curse the face of God, traitor!
Ave, ave Satanas
I proclaim blasphemy
"I doubt on my immortality
I am caught in the snares of death
I must die for my sacrilege
There shall be no dawn for me"
Embrace the deadly kiss of the iron maiden
Flashes before your eyes, sensations at the gallow's end
We bore through their blasphemous tongue with a hot iron
In the name of all that is holy
I clean their souls in flames
Traitor!


05. The Apotheosis

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06. The Deserved Reputation Of Cruelty

My rage of mystery and terror raped the empire of Rome
On the fringes of the empire I will arrive
I serve the book of blood
The monster from darkness, a murderer with joy
I am the scourge of the gods, I am the King of Huns
With the imperial sword of doom I enjoy in terror
I am the plague of the thousand burning cities
With lust I eat the flesh of my enemies
Slaying my enemies I delight in war
Their blood gives me strength to slay the forces of Rome
We ride our war horses out of the great steppes of Asia
We bring the scourge of death upon the city of Naissus
King of Huns, terror of Rome
I am Attila, known as the scourge of God
Slay the defeated, chop off their heads
Of the parasites of the Great Hungarian Plain
We do not undeserve the reputation of cruelty
Devestating the city of Naissus
Gutters filled with blood
We are the mounted breath from hell
Blazing through the city as the prophecy of death
Their carcasses will be consumed to feast on our victory
I am the one you fear
I pave your path to hell with the skulls of Rome
I curse the temple of Jupiter
I smash the face of Mars


07. Desecration Of The Black Stone

They conspire in their caves in their envious world of emptiness
Preparing for Jihad to obey their desert god
They murder for belief to deflower 70 virgins
These "brave" Mudjahedeen brought Gaza in darknesss
Their God is a worm baptised in the blood of the prophet
On the hills of mount Sinai we meet in Armageddon
The laws of the Sharia will not impress upon us
Your holy army, blotted out, pounded into sand
In the napalm sea, the suns of Ismael bathe in flames
Is this the prophet's breed? Headless corpses return to dust
They have defiled our graves, their punishment will be endless
Our blistering napalm rain wipes them from the face of the earth
We desecrate the black stone
Slayer of Jihad
We do not obey their wretched desert God
We are impure
We are unrepentant, your final blasphemers
We distort your image of God
The walls of Jericho will fall again
We root out the seeds of the Mudjahedeen
The golden dome shall return to sand
"The blood of your forefathers shall be shed on mount Arafat
The bastard sons of Abraham shall never rise up again"
The laws of the Sharia will not impress upon us
Your holy army, blotted out pounded into sand
The pest of Arabia shall not overwhelm us
Their lustful prophet desecrates the innocent virginal skin
In my dreams I go back to the forest of flesh
Where the Ottomans lay slain before the cathedral of death
The sacred black stone, the black seeds of Jihad
We blaspheme in the presence of their backward desert God
Impalement is delightful, let us urinate on foes
We hammer the stake through the back of their throats
Face the flesh horizon, destructor, misantrophe
The corpses of the impaled Turks penetrate your hopes
They have defiled our graves, their punishment will be endless
Our blistering napalm rain wipes them from the face of the earth
We desecrate the black stone
Slayer of Jihad


08. Der Kriegmeister

Slaying the Wounded no prisoners we take
Counting the deaths and piss on their graves
The Meister of Krieg, they pray for his death
The triumph from hell, the symbol of death
Bow down your head and rip out your tongue
For the glory of Death and the crown of the horns
I murder like Manson when I cut out her womb
In the blood that she bled she lay drowned in her tomb
Suffocate, Inhale death's breath, the crown of thorns tortures my head
Rape my wounds, my doomed bloodlet, receive my last caress
Demonclaws tore my skin, salicious women prove my sin
The seventh day had just begun and soon your God will die
I am the guardian of your brother
You damn sheep belong to others
Demonhordes have raped you mother
And burned the witch alive
I am drowning in desire
You create this global fire
Lord you are a goddamn lair
Let's hang the bastard Christ!
Screams sound like music when I strangle the whore
Entangled in bloodlust, entangled in gore
Slashed and naked she laid down on the floor
I copulate darkness and she will breathe no more
Suffocate, Inhale death's breath, the crown of thorns torture my head
Rape my wounds, my doomed bloodlet, receive my last caress
Demonclaws tore my skin, salicious women prove my sin
The seventh day had just begun and soon your God will die
I am drowning in desire
You create this global fire
Lord you are a goddamn lair
Let's hang the bastard Christ!
Slaying the Wounded no prisoners we take
Counting the deaths and piss on their graves
The Meister of Krieg, they pray for his death
The triumph from hell, the symbol of death


09. Arena Of Death (Colosseum Carnage)

Crowd obsessed with blood and gore
Satisfied by the bloody spectacle
Witness the public funeral
In the ancient arena of death
Beast to men, men to men, beast to beast
For the praise of the Vestal Virgins
Prisoners fight each other to death
Kill them, flog them, burn them!
Victims soiled with blood to lure the wild animals
Condemned to face a starved wild beast
For their Lord Jesus Christ they die between the jaws of the lion
When the wounded gladiator eats sand
Demons from the underworld come to assure his death
Hitting him with hammers, and burning him with hot iron
Dragged out of the arena with the glorious playing of trumpets
The mutilated body passed away to the Libitinarian Gate
Pass away in splendour
Steer away with Charon
Ave imperato morituri te salutant!
To face the goddess Libitina
Hail emperor, men soon to die salute thee!
Gladiators in chariots dressed in purple
Obsessed with gore and slaughter
Victims soiled with blood to lure the wild animals
Condemned to face a starved wild beast
For their Lord Jesus Christ they die between the jaws of the lion
Romans obsessed with bloody battles and death
Pontifex Maximus Caligula enjoys the sacrifice of blood
When the wounded gladiator eats sand
Demons from the underworld come to assure his death
Gladiators in chariots dressed in purple
Obsessed with gore and slaughter
Ave imperato morituri te salutant!
Hail motherfucker, men soon to die salute thee!