Luna Ad Noctum - Traitor of Sadness and GriefU;m the one who dares to end the land of grimness,
Loss is gone, foreign sounds of nothingness to me,
Wondrous, enchanted,
The king in my marbled palace,
I challenge the god of this world,
Yet dismal silence,
Hateful natured,
Becoming the lord once more,
Conquering Sadness and Grief,
To find myself in awakening beginnings,
Damned I seemed to be to,
Wandering above the twisted trees,
In dungeon ensnared..
I call the mighty creator devouring my soul,
I call the mighty creature devouring my soul..
Infernal wind blows pure upon my face,
Ruler of evil redemption we call upon this magical lust,
But being a servant no more..
The clouds are different than used to be,
This taste is divine but meaningless now,
Hunted through the night towards the hell,
Cascades of silver stars lurk for my pain,
Lurk for my life,
Forgetful age, Tearful aeon,
Bleeding for my tragedy my forsaken dreams..
Whispering voices cast on the spell,
Trapped in the coffin of sickness and worthless existance,
Cursed I will live within,
In the garden of darkness delights,
Desecrated sorrowfilled heart,
No long I'm in faith and destiny,
Deep in the sin I care for my unholiness,
Until my blood throws it's shade at the wall of death.
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The Meads of Asphodel - Assassins of Allahhashish hashin
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black september
black september
black september
black september
black september
black september
black september
death unto all infidels in oil.
guide us o thou genie of the smoke.
lead us to a thousand and one nights.
in the perfumed gardens of delight.
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petrol d'allah
petrol d'allah
petrol d'allah
it is written
in the soul of the desert
it is written
in signs in the stars
it is written
in the sands of the hour-glass
it is written
it is written
in the eye of the falcon
it is written
in the shade of the scorpion
it is written
in the wealth of the sun
it is written
it is written
man's truth is a mirage
it is written
that death's an oasis
it is written
for all unbelievers
it is written
it is written
Hurray for exceptionally poor taste.