Archi Catedra Nigra Diaboli
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Atlantic rage beats against your high cliffs in la costa da Morte Fullmoon reigns on your sky And under the look of old medieval castles Forgotten witnesses of rides and victories Of old renamed glories, cradle of conquerors High in the sky, woods, which populate your mountains, rise Where wolves come to the call of Gaucko Ghosts on pale shrouds arised from cementeries Walk on winter black nights Searching for alive sinners soul And Fallen Angel made of stone would like to be immortalized in your heart Once more as before… On your memories, forgiven cult is borned Black goat, which inspired forgotten artists, reigns one more time Witchs’ Sabbath on Iberian nights By gloomy paths of my ancient fatherland
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 24, 2025
Duches of infernal spirits which awakes at sunset Turning the world of darkness into her bloody kingdom Shadows dance under moonlight on impious orgies full of blasphemy On village, Church bells calls to devoted to pray On woods, Sun of the dead calls to sacrilege Vandesa dargula, your eyes are Death’s look Gate to macabre world Dark shadows surround the lonely tower Where a woman sings combing her hair And that sounds arrive to incautious traveler cars Shadows surround the solitary tower Where incautious search for answers finding death
Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 24, 2025
Funeral winds of hatred lash black night from hell Apocalypse trumpets sounds on desecrated heaven by demons On earth, fire burns woods full of dethroned crosses And churches are destroyed by monstrous creatures Damned monks are prepared to guide shadows and specters Iron and holy souls are melted together And the nameless gate is opened on fog mountains Three demons awake in front of you, with secret names High fortress breaks night silhouette Damned arise from their graves in rotten shrouds And attack world of faith with sickly dreams and nightmares Damned monks are prepared to guide shadows and specters By paths of mist and ruin, light from a candelabra made of bones Illuminates night of the dead without eyes
Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 24, 2025
Hell gate is opened under holy offence Damned from its base, new chapel is arisen on diabolical land When cross pretends seal hell well Woods are dark and high on god’s damned valley And Winter nights bring death Ascend monstrous shapes by hidden paths within the earth And Cross is destroy by lighting Monks pray imploring divine mercy, fearful of fallen angel Dark chosen of devil on cold nights Hell dog, gloomy shadow from mountains Will torture his soul until the last days of his life And with look focus from his bed, you will charge the last breath of his life To the monarch for his offense Because Church can’t be built on ground which wasn’t holy before Even God can’t order where Devil ordered before.
Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 24, 2025
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Bells for dead sounds on a forsaken church And just after the last bell, they come back to world of shadows That ones who rest in darkness Deep voices arised from Earth Begging mercy paying for their sins Wrapped in rotten habit under their hoods Jaw of white skulls with rotten flesh Go to mass, Skeletons of dead monks Macabre and spectral ghosts who ascend by cracks in the ground Miserere mei deus, secundum magnam misericordiam tuam In iniquitatibus conceptus sum Et in peccatis concepit me mater mea Auditui meo dabis gaudium et laetitian et exultabunt ossa humiliate In pecaatis conceptit me mater mea
Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 24, 2025
Night appears through woods and mountains of Iberian valley Shines between shadows, moon as blasphemous fire in the black night Deep valley of Baztan where Hell Cathedral embraces The infected baptism Demoniac shapes from earth entrails Dance with frantic madness On a pagan witchcraft night deep into the caves of Zugarramundi And on an altar made of naked flesh, In profane liturgical ceremony The black goat of witches’ Sabbath embraces the maiden Like a monarch from a kingdom without sin On a ritual of blood and fertility Old god, who was dethroned, is honored as dark prince Legions, full of excommunicated men, walk a Earth entrails Baptized by blasphemous waters from hell river On cold Iberian north nights
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 24, 2025