Mario Claudio ? Jose Antonio Sabrosa Seria a noite transida, / Seria um grito na rua, / Seria a porta da vida / Fechada ao rasto da lua. / Seria a chaga
skordegang faller regent, i hogmod kront Den vredgade jordens fauna stortar dess narr, smyckad i guld Varde blod, varde eld, varde dod En sista litania
: Mario Claudio ? Jose Antonio Sabrosa Seria a noite transida, / Seria um grito na rua, / Seria a porta da vida / Fechada ao rasto da lua. / Seria a
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NOTE These are the actual lyrics to the song "Les Litanies De Satan". NOTE The lines between brackets are only whispered, not spoken or sung NOTE
will be left exhausted but smiling Nails sink into sweaty ground Marking dionysiac stings Sparks set from velvet tongues That bring close soft orange lips Phallic Litanies
i am one of you a vulture i have been the falcon is my face you'll see that i am more i am one of all all that we see as sacred they are all in me all
In the world of hurt Nothing ever welcomes Nothing ever opens Nothing ever brightens Nothing ever changes No occult revival No gods to be served No light
Cold crowling Death Crushing mighty roar Deadly touch of fire Merciless invaders Huge lurking hunters Demons made of steel and flesh Grinders spitting
Thee I invoke, the bornless one, hear my call Thee, that didst create the earth and the heavens Thee, that didst create the night and the day Thee, that
, rancor, venom, grief Panic, terror, violence, death This is what you mean to me Litany, my litany Murder, slash, burn, destroy Tear, erase, slaughter
Warriors with hate Comes true, the awful prediction Still alive, corpses lie in the street Spitting the blood to the God Dying in flames, dammed mob
Set is perhaps the most mysterious god of the ancient Egyptian pantheon: a lord of contradictions and conflicts, a god at once saving the world and rejected
[Instrumental]
Yeah No act of spawning was my birth There is no darkness after my dawn I don't command [Incomprehensible] Gods [Incomprehensible] for hatred, [Incomprehensible
A scarab beetle which toils through its phases From an egg through a larva to the protector of the dawning sun Out of unmanifest into matrix of manifestation
[Lyrics: Pavel Frelik, Music Peter Wiwczarek] Sometimes believing in some disembodied being can help find the way in the world. A being that constitutes
