Force Fed Into Blasphemy
Wind of the Black Mountains
Single • 1992
2 Tracks
Wind of the Black Mountains
Single • 1992
The air is black, gazing at your stone cold forest In near reach, dazed staring down at nothing Wondering what you must see They pray for your salvation I know your true destiny Sitting by a root of life Branches grasp my soul Praying hands mean nothing to me!!! Satan whispers Heed your blood to me, I shall give you eternal life Flames spitting forth their movement I stare, wanting your powers The forthcoming mist Lying in a field of tear Unconscious hatred black my mind Why! Why! Faith is for the weak, faith are lies And give Satan your full mortal lives! Rape religion
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 24, 2025
Crusted blood on altar black The rite of dark is done The semen burn in sacred flames The Witches sings their song The night is filled with joyous laughters Orgy of the damned Prepare for sacrifice by death On my command Infernal eternal With the power in our veins THE RITE OF DARKNESS Candles glow with strength and glory Blind the eye of sun Demons rings the sabbath bell The rite of dark is done Naked bodies form the circle Flesh and lust collide Warm blood float and torrent faster The wounds stands open wide Sorcery blasphemy Recite the words of spell THE RITE OF DARKNESS deeds of hell
Submitted by Pestilence — Nov 12, 2025
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