Aun hoy cabalga tu sonriente locura De tibia y morada sangre virgen Aun hoy siguen tus ejemplos de tortura Como mito de una escuela que persiste.
[Whispers something] Now the night lays dark and cold Upon a world at sleep Across he world sweeps a crimson haze Now the virgin's seal is broken The
Chained to the log. Handcuffed and drugged. Still pain is all you feel. A piece of meat that hardly breathes. Still much a human being. Forcing his way
Now that the virgin bitch breastfeads death and the winds smell strong of the dragons breath And all the stars fall down like fuckin' rain of fire there
I swear the oath of blood and tear the virgin's flesh I gash the wounds of heaven and rides the wings of death Tonight the cauldrons are filled with
(Fire and Ice Fire and Ice Fire and Ice Fire and Ice) Born a Son of Nordic tribe Early spring morning I arrived When Sails were set, the Ships all done
Blood Blood Blood Voltures soaring high above me waiting to descend To sink their claws into my fucking flesh and to rip myself apart Leeches slimy
She is open wide She isn't hard to please She drives me f*cking wild I want her on her knees She floats and insists I am hot and can't resist She suck
The altar covered in lifegiving cum the smell of forever running wet cunts Flesh and sweat dancing bare limbs around the fire the sound of clashing
O, so it is written son When all waters and land you see All around came to birth Man and beast was one And the gods of the sky Walked the face of the
Father who are in the sky Hold thy hand above me Mighty is the raging waves On which I ride Mother who awaits me ashore Let your golden hair down It
Dark is the sea : raging waves endless the sky above me mighty is the wind that fills our sail many of us will follow : our journey brave The day when
[Recorded October 1987. Never before released] It's something you can't fake it's all within Seek for the truth deep inside Let it open your heart let
God of Heaven, Hear my cries of anguish I'm in pain I've suffered a thousand deaths but I live on in vain Death would greet with eternal sleep My soul
Freedom of speech and that of information. To gather in prayer and for demonstrations. Freedom to choose. Freedom found driving a car. To posess a remote
Deaths star on horizon Lightning and rain Black winds and thunder The skyline is in flames Written in the red mist The sign of the one Who rides deaths
[Recorded June 1989. Never before released] Born by womb untouched by man Or a horny mortal man's error Flower power prophet of one Spelled dog in the
I am not of Jesus Christ I'm not and I am not a Satanic Child I'm not and I know not no property of high or low and I know where I come from and whereto
