Xasthur
Album • 2002
Heiled in battle again Into the night eternally searching and Fighting to be eternally free And to live in darkness Decaying upon their crosses Light without will (or reason) Seeing only with (holy) blood in our eyes To deny them their empires Take the light from their lives Blinded by their own crying winds Hatred bled onto the soul With a fury to kill Killed brethren Without respect for lives unholy A hatred possessing my soul With a fury to kill So the battle dies in this bleak winter Each death piled in a dark circle And again we’ll return
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 25, 2025
The moon tonight feels my revenge To summon forth my time (of sin) and hate Impaled are their wings Raped is the soul From the bleeding holy womb At one with night, for I’m with death Eyes now bleed In the color and sight of terror The moon tonight screams with revenge I’ve entered your dreams out of fear
Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 25, 2025
Paint in blood A sigil of death On fading reflections Beneath this night Master of their infernal fears, I take these burning gates…to reign Pass this torch of evil (so I may become) Through the candlelit Bloodstained mirrors… to succumb to the netherworld of Satan. Stare through the eyes of my mirror master, And the mirror stares back into me
Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 25, 2025
This track is instrumental.
When the moon is full We shall assemble to adore The potent spirit of your Queen My mother great Diana She who fain would learn all sorcery Yet has not won its deepest secrets Then my mother will Teach her, in truth All things as yet unknown I walk the path To the land of the Dark Immortals Where the hungry ones will carry my soul As the wild hunt careers through the boughs Come to me, my Pale Enchantress In the moon of the woods we kiss...
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 25, 2025
No lyrics have been submitted for this track yet.
Artemis be near me In the arms of the ancient oak Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose And the horned, hidden one is re-invoked Evolution has been recalled Beneath the spread of a Magickal Aeon I stand enthralled ...In the whispering forest... "Pale, beyond porch and portal Crowned with leaves, she stands Who gathers all things mortal With cold immortal hands Her languid lips are sweeter Than love's who fears to greet her To men that mix and meet her From many times and lands."
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 25, 2025
This track is instrumental.
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