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Chronicles of utter chaos
Visions of a darkened past
Amidst vigils of our gods
Exists the purifying baths
Such horrors envelop us
Such terror within our loins
In the knowledge of the land of the dead
Whom gods may destroy
Dignified and reviled
Whom gods may destroy
Whom gods may destroy, whom gods destroy
Revered and abolished
Whom gods may destroy
Elders of a dying breed
Banished upon the ashes of flame
Spawned from the progeny
Messiah of the apocalypse
We spill the blood of men
Upon monoliths of our gods
In the temple of the land of the dead
In homage to our spirits
Where day becomes the night
We give praise to our gods
The obsidian sword now falls upon the flesh
In honor of our spirits
The mighty gods of death
We build effigies of our deities
We exalt you in all your glory
All who are cursed, fear me now!
Afflicted by this scourge
The great plague that shall befall upon us
We are of disease, of destiny
We must become one with our gods
Whose massive fury shall scorch this Earth
For we are all destined to oblivion
All who are cursed shall fear me now
I denounce you all
Whom gods may destroy, whom gods destroy
Dignified and reviled
Whom gods may destroy
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May thy kingdom of the accused ones now rise
para Bellum! Para Bellum!
March upon the gates of death
For those who walk among us must follow
Ira Deorum
We shall ravage the earth and destroy the ominous skies
Bring forth the end of days
Where the darkness of time shall once again consume us all
Come forth the end of time
May thy kingdom of the accursed ones now rise
Para Bellum! Para Bellum!
March upon the gates of death
For those who walk among us must follow
May thy sovereign of the imperial ones now rise
Para Belllum! Para Bellum!
For we shall now conquer death
For those who walk among us are lords of war
We must darken and enlighten the world upon the mountainous shrine
Cometh forth the end of days
Hence the frenzy of brutality rules us all
Cometh forth the end of time
Madness shall become the demise of man
Yet we shall never vanquish
Nor shall we relinquish our command
Progenitors, speak thy cruel words!
Prepare for war!
The time is at hand for the slaughter
For we know not what we shall become
Sovast is my armies in numbers
So massive my legions of strength
The time is at hand for our vengeance
Hence versed in the purest art of fury
For our stand will be spoken in legend
For we serve no masters!
For we shall serve no masters!
For we serve no masters!
For we shall serve no masters!
May thy kingdom of the accursed ones now rise
Para Bellum! Para Bellum!
March upon the gates of death
For those who walk among us must fight
May thy sovereign of the imperial ones now rise
Para Bellum! Para Bellum!
For we shall now conquer death
For those who walk among us are lords of war
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Ave! I am the bringer of storms
Charge! Legions of the dead
Ave! I am the bringer of scorn
Charge! Order of the abyss
Avenge me now
With forces of a thousand dead
O mighty winds of death
Great masters of earth now rise
Adversary of darkness
Thus he was thus he peished
Thus he carries the torch in infamy
Ave! I am the bringer of storms
Charge! Legions of the dead
Ave! I am the bringer of scorn
Charge! Order of the abyss
Swarm to the flock
By hordes of vengeance you shall be slain
Amongst the shadows of death
Powerful prophets of doom now rise
Priests of eternal wrath
I demand to seek my revenge
Emerging from the abysmal consumption
Cleanse this earth scourge the world
Once again the blood shall spill
And forever more
Cleanse this earth, scourge the world
Once again birth of a new era
And forever more
Absolution shall be mine
Upon the eyes of fire
I shed my fears
Amidst the presence of thee
Hail! Hail! Hail!
I am the bringer of scorn
Hail! Hail! Hail!
retribution shall be mine
Upon the accursed shores
I have no fears
Consumed by the presence of thee
May I burn upon the pyre of Styx
Floating amongst the rivers of blood
I have no fears
I am the vestibule into extinction
Hail! Hail! Hail!
Hail! Hail! Hail!
I am the bringer of scorn
Hail! Hail! Hail! Hail!
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Salute! The funerary march of flames
In commemoration of the glorious dead
Salute! The funerary march of flames
May the funeral dirge commence
Honor him
Cherish him
Deify him
Do you know thy name, rejoice!
Value him
Protect him
Adorn him
Do you hear thy name, rejoice!
Salute! The funerary march of flames
In commemoration of the glorious dead
Salute! The funerary march of flames
May the funeral dirge commence
Exalt him!
Revere him!
Glorify him!
Do you know thy name, rejoice!
Enshrine him!
Preserve him!
Consecrate him!
Do you hear thy n ame rejoice!
I bid you well
I bid you well
In ode to the deceased
Give praise to the prestige of immortality
Hence salvation and a true transcendant path
In ode to the deceased
Give praise to the prestige of immortality
Hence the journey of peril into the afterlife
Release thee, so he may finally see
Through the haze of eternal darkness
Therefore unto him, grant him wisdom
In honor of the deceased
We chant the hymns in his own memory
For he shall vanish and be no more
In honor of the deceased
May you be laid to rest amongst gods and men
May you set the world aflame
Salute! The funerary march of flames
In commemoration of the glorious dead
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Pray for salvation, pray for absolution
Pray for salvation, pray for absolution
These are the days of great lamentation
So we may be again as one
We are cursed by this plague
We are cursed by this travesty
Yet we shall rise above the depravity of man
Thus salvation!
Pray for salvation, pray for absolution
Speak to thee and renounce thy master
We shall thrive in his glory
Embellish this glorified burden
Pray for salvation, pray for absolution
Consumed with this power so profound
I reside enveloped in loathing
Pariah!
You shall endure suffering of days past
You will tremble before thine eyes
Inevitable is our path of destiny
Thy will be done
Thy will be done
Reveal thyself, dare not to deceive me
See what I see through these eyes of flame
You must believe in thy ways
Divulge to me, confessor of all that is holly
Prepare thyself, for you know not what I am
See what I see through these eyes of flame
You must choose your path wisely
Inevitable your descent into black
Pray for salvation, pray for absolution
Pray for salvation, pray for absolution
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Proclamation of the damned
I beseech thee
May I leave thy mark of the beast
Shall my cries fall upon deaf ears
Whilst I graze upon the eternal sea
Must we atone for our sins in death
I have seen death
Therefore I share not in your fears
Yet must we confront our judgement
Thus the eternal damnation of thee
I have no fears
Proclamation of the damned
I beckon thee
May I flourish in darkness
Proclamation of the damned
I beseech thee
May I leave thy mark of the beast
Am I destined to ashes bound to dust
Whilst I pass through the corridor of death
Shall I disburden the ones left behind
I now know death
Brazen in my calling, my descent
Banished for all of eternity
Thus the eternal damnation of thee
I know no fears
I will deify the gods
Arisen from the depths unknown
Upon my descent into bliss
I must now shed my kin
Escape from this moral shell
Into the passage way of death
I summon thee, pray for the winds
I beckon thee, pray for the storms
I call upon thee
I am the heretic of the ages
I summon thee
I am the heretic of the ages
I summon thee, pray for the winds
I beckon thee, pray for the storms
I call upon thee
I am the second coming for the ages
May I flourish in the darkness
Proclamation of the damned
I beseech thee
May I leave thy mark of the beast
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I curse you all!
I, in the kingdom of wrath
Upon the ashes of cities burned
I shall make the world the bloodiest of ages
Your days are numbered
Your world is finished
Your life is over, extinct
To fight is futile!
I curse you all!
Fury within
I deplore you all
Fury within
I, upon the day of wrath
Amidst the smoke and flames of ruin
I shall make you burn upon the stakes
Usesless your attempt to overthrow me
Spineless, you cower with lack of loyalty
I shall not grant you resolve for your wrongs
Plead for mercy, you shall be denied
You beg for empathy, so pathetic your deceit, your lies
I thrive in your weakness, confessor of heresy
Never again shall I believe in your lies!
Hate! Hate!
Hate! Hate!
Hate! Hate!
Hate! Hate!
Hate! Hate! I demand my vengeance
Hate! Hate! I shall never retreat
Hate! Hate! Suffer through unsurmountable pain
Hate! Hate! You coward, you Judas
I denounce your ideology
I will overrule your ways
As I thrust myself upon thee
You shall suffer the fate of dis
Dissolve in the ashes of earth
You must face the day of reckoning!
I curse you all!
Fury Within!
I deplore you all!
Fury Within!
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In remembrance
Grievous in this state
So solemn in this mourning
In your passing
May you find eternal peace
In memoriam
Your presence echoes forever
May your memory never fade
In your passing
May you seek eternal rest
May you travel well my friend
Through the dismal light
Have no fear of the darkness
Seek out what lies before you
By the grace of power
You shall rise above us all
Your legacy now speaks volumes
Surpasses the realm of mortality
As you are now upon us all
Grant him mercy
Amongst the graves of all the lands
Grant him everlasting solace
You have now passed on
From this world so unjust
So cruel and uncaring
You shall never be forgotten
You shall always be remembered
Blessed be my brother
Blessed be my friend
Blessed be my brother
Blessed be my friend
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