Death for Our Rivals
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Run the blood by lust, run the blood by heresy The facts don’t matter, if you confess, you will die Look for the mark of the devil, the weapons are ready Pointing to sky crosses, the hunt has begun, to blood to be shredded Ready the Inquisition, the religion try to dominate us In chambers of tortures and pain, they will judge us Osculum infame, announces the ritual A pentagram carved on your chest, it`s this the final You are the chosen one, are invoked the demons The smell of sulfur marks the way, to the land of evil Executio, executio, executio, burn and bleed Executio, executio, executio, Bestialis To get to heaven, will tied to stakes We cornered by swords, our boiling blood burn in a blaze All people enjoy, when you fall in your fears Dying, in the fire of your hell, you will be killed A sarcophagus close slowly, to lose your breath Invoke your name, in pagan rituals with chants and spells Coven cold night, full moon wrapped on blood In the dark lament´s forest, campaign and orgy of rot Between suffering souls, feel your fate whispered to hear Full of secret pleasures in the Book of shadows, blood, wine and fear – x2 A hell of thousands faces of desire Dances around the circle, it’s calling to the master Through the halls of fear , you take a look, will fast Galix, fire goddess of your madness and lust Welcome to the maze, your eternal soul be harassed Murderers hide in the clergy, pain inventions, each time more in violence Galix escapes to the temple, the inquisitor light a stake All will die in sunset, the moon and the stars collide with each The wind splits on your face, like a needles Although we are caught, will eternal our spells of fear – x2
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 13, 2026
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In castles filled of darkness, place stories of nobility, evil and cruelty In the crusades and ancient battles, pulling the rival guts you reach the ecstasy Trapped children ready for the ritual, his naive soul enjoy to sacrifice Alchemists, sorcerers and heresy, awakes the devotion to evil might Felt in the narrow corridor of the towers, the death smell on your bowels Morbid tales of diabolical minds, that are terrible reality, he will find One beast of war, psychotic in arms, a french hero without mercy Joan of Arc my earthly goddess, Joan of Arc my angel heavenly – x2 Haunted by demons inside Powered by sick pleasures in your mind Raised between torture and suffering Did all that the wicked do in their dreams Witches fed your brain with old tales of Satan Fear becomes in desires, black magic drag you into hellish lands Murders without reason, a sick pleasure to see dying without mercy Never-ending nightmare, never-ending hell, an immortal heretic – x2 Dragged to hell of the pleasure insane, of your evil owner satisfy To heaven rise, to innocence tear of the people in fear, Giles de Rais Much blood shed, in a ominous game, killer by own will, into the pagan rite Is not for Satan or his realm of fear, is the dead compile, Giles de Rais Hear a desperate cry A victim ready to die Believe in hell, the beast unleashed Feel the smell of blood here Giles de Rais – x2 and
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 13, 2026