Tracks

01. Black City- Black Fire
02. Clenched Fist
03. Cold Steel
04. Sons Of Perdition
05. Raped
06. The Calling
07. Savage Pitch
08. Witch Hunter
09. Shadow



01. Black City- Black Fire

When I see all that's been
Forgiveness was my greatest sin
So I took a knife to my pity
To the people in black city

Fire! Black fire! [3x]

Truth chooses the strangest words
Not the tongue of the common herd
So take a blade let it bleed
Fuck the people in black city!

Fire! Black fire! [3x]

I was a brazen prince and cold
Now a king on an oaken throne
These dark ages mean nothing to me
For I have forsaken black city

Better to die on your feet than to live on your knees

So never bow to any gods
Tame wolves are nothing but dogs
So take a blade let it bleed
To the people in black city


02. Clenched Fist

On a course to fight
To cleave a path with a trail of fire
To the heavens we take
Untarnished blades gripped by clenched fists

The thrill of the kill in the hunters chase
We have exposed the night, from which the feeble flee
Untarnished blades gripped by clenched fists rise
Untarnished blades gripped by clenched fists rise

Brandish new force, like a plague it strikes down
The time is now cos the time is right
To take what is ours

Subservient dogs
Crippled by the pack
Crawling in blind honour
Head down to be shot

Feel the new force, like a plague it strikes down
The time is now cos the time is right
To take what is ours

You crawled in the dark
Blind faith broke you down
Face down in submission
Laying down to be shot

This dawn is ours to rise
To cleave a path with a trail of fire
Destruction, force to strike
Untarnished blades gripped by clenched fists rise
Clenched fists rise!

From the dawn has arisen the hunter
The banishing force, the new world dominator!


03. Cold Steel

This is retribution!

So come to me all you philosphers
I have a use for all your words
And as for you poets and bards
Syncophants to every scar
And as for you lovers of light
You are prisoners on all sides
And as for you humanists
I give the gift of pestilence

This is tyranny

And as for your politics
You march in circles with semantic tricks
And as for you occultists
You hide in shadows with your books
And fuck all you religious fools
Your gods your temples your fucking rules
I have no need for pessimism
I believe in nihilism!
And emperors of golden halls
You built your tomb within your walls
So blessed be the murderers
Who work like wicked conjurers

Rape the world!


04. Sons Of Perdition

God is dead
Praise hail Satan
Cross has dread
Will to power!

Victory is one!

Satan has rise
Phallus demons break
Jet black fire
Evil they make

Victory is one!

Decimation on command
One word - ATTACK! ATTACK! ATTACK!
Decimation on command
One words - ATTACK! ATTACK! ATTACK!

God is dead
World is burning
People die in plague
Victory to the grave

Victory is one!

Ride forth sons of perdition
Dominate fuck and destroy
By blood and thunder - rise of the heretics
Satan has won!

Stealth it rapes
Black shark takes
Dark war awake

Victory is one!

Sons of perdition
In-semi-nate
Wolf kult religion

Victory is one!

Ride forth sons of perdition
Dominate fuck and destroy
By blood and thunder - rise of the heretics
Satan has won!


05. Raped

They came to her house in the dead of night
They came to take her
Her mother screamed and her father cried
"Let them take her!"

So the poor little bitch is taken as a witch
To the dungeon
There she is stripped and beaten with a whip
Then they raped her

And she liked it

So this is how you fuck with a crucifix
The poor little bitch, well she likes it

So they held her down while they took their turn
They had to break her
Said she was evil and she would burn
Then they raped her

So why does this tale turn you on?
Why does it excite you?
"Cos we are beasts like the beasts in the wild"
Or more like barnyard pigs

And you like it


06. The Calling

Gather 'round all you fire-starters
Whirlwind reapers and comet riders
Come sons of Remus
The beast now calls
Wolf sire children
Daughters of Rome - come!

Gather 'round all you fire starters
Whirlwind reapers and comet riders

Come sons of Remus
The beast now calls
Wolf sire children
Daughters of Rome - come!

Come all you mountain lions
Come to our mountain fire
Come and heed the call
We are what you're looking for

Come all you wild wolves
Women with sharpened claws
Come to our mountain fire
We have what you're looking for
Yes, you are what we're looking for

Gather 'round all you fire-starters
Whirlwind reapers and comet riders
Come to our mountain hall
Come and heed the call
Come all you immoral seizers
Fire starters and whirlwind reapers!


07. Savage Pitch

To the victor the spoils
As I lay here seduced by the power of my ill begotten gains
Outside - War! The ruthless slay
Basking in horrors as my tyranny reigns
But even now I can't resist

Pounding bone with my studded fist
Dawn brings promise but I was cursed at birth
To rule or die like a storm upon this earth
As a mercenary first I came to be
Then the armies hailed and bowed to me!

Wolf, serpent, ritual fire
Blackens the skies like a fucking pyre

Behold my banner kneel to me
Behold my banner my legions see
There's a demon behind these eyes - pitch black eyes

Cruel undead, relentless beast
Animal now as always been

For some are born with the curse
The curse of knowing, and seeing with pitch black eyes
Wolf, serpent, ritual fire
Chokes the skies like a blackened pyre


08. Witch Hunter

Witch hunter - seeks a scapegoat
Witch hunter - words blow in the wind
Witch hunter - seeks a way out
Witch hunter - know all that is sin

Witch hunter - herald of plagues
Witch hunter - would kill to morality's name
Witch hunter - the virulent keep
The lies of pigs and their fuckin disease

There are those who will come to watch you die
To stand around your funeral pyre
And they'll laugh as you're marched to your death
And they dance when the noose is put round your neck

The first to cry and the first to fall
The first to come to the witch hunter's call
The first to curse whatever is free
The first to fight and the first to flee
The first to do whatever is done
The first to sing the witch hunter's song...


09. Shadow

And yea tho' you walk in the shadow of self
Do not be afraid if you find it in hell
Do not be a slave to just what has been
To make the virtue of demons is the "ultimate" sin!

So fear not my friends for the hour draws near
Better to have lived fast, than to die old with fear
Though the old may be wise
No strength to they wield
They envy the young
For by life not death they are killed