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Ad Maiorem Sathanae Gloriam

by Countess

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Cum nihil omnia erat Iam in vacuo existitis Ille erat, est eritque Siquando omnia destructa Nomines ab imbecillis veriti Sed fortes semper Hunc adorunt Obscuritas etsi lumen gerit Servitus etsi liberat nos Mors et igitur vita Odium perpetuum est Ignis glaciesque Sibi nomines mille sunt Illum adora
When the moon is full oh let him cry Kill the priest, the priest must die Smash his face, break his bones Let morbid laughter drown his moans Slave of lies, puppet of god Eat his heart, drink his blood Burning hate will conquer love See the wolf rip to shreds the dove When the moon is full oh let him cry Kill the priest, the priest must die Smash his face, break his bones Let morbid laughter drown his moans
Into the noblest blood the Master's seed was sown Married to gain Hungary's throne Evil's incarnation, supreme in her day Her deeds beyond words to her people's dismay More than six times a hundred maidens fair Lured into the countess' castle unaware Dark lady of Hungary obsessed by blood The virgins trapped in Hell cries in vain to god Shed your blood oh virgins pure To feed the wrath of Satan's whore You've been chosen to let your blood To make the mistress live for evermore Gallons of blood she took for vampiric abuse And for years nobody dared to accuse But too many virgins vanished on her road to despair Butchered by cruel servants in the countess' lair Parents wailing while their daughters disappear Her people for ages dwelt in terror and fear Until at last she was caught and tried Convicted and lacking her bloody diet she died Cut off the source of virgins pure Who fed the wrath of Satan's whore Yet deep within her castle's endless halls Linger still Erzsébet's desperate calls
When nothing was all I was already in the void I was, am and shall be When you have long been destroyed My names are feared by the weak But the strong always worship me I am darkness and bring you light I am slavery and set you free I inspire the chosen elite Of your miserable human race Who achieve works of greatness Who dare look into my face Many of you deny me blindly Because you don't dare pray to me I am death and therefore life Without me you wouldn't be I am the pain in the heart of him Whose name I cannot speak I am the terror of the pious The vilest horrors of the meek I am eternal hatred I am fire and I am ice I have thousands of names I only laugh at your puny cries I expose the white-light hypocrisy But knowledge has a price You are man, you are nothing Worship me or perish in lies
She was so beautiful Her memory still haunts me She was so innocent I will never again be free I still see her lovely face I still see the gentle curve of her hips I still feel the touch of her soft, milk-white skin Every time again when there's blood on my lips Dusk has arrived yet another time I awake and leave my coffin In the dark I hear an old bell chime Sip from a chalice drained from a virgin Countless centuries ago I burnt the rose But it has forever stayed with me Symbol of happiness to which I came so close Alas, I know I never ever will be free Was it a gift of pure love, or only a whim? It was a present of a treacherous kind Transformed into a token of sin Nevermore to fade from my tortured mind The rose still fills the castle's dark wing Fear, respect and wealth have been my toll But its vague images still are disturbing Is some spark of light still hidden in my soul? I have served Him very long and very well But once there must have been another path Since then I've gone too far on the road to Hell To be able to stray from the way of wrath Even if I could I would still not betray Though thus I will never enjoy peace of mind But I know I am destined to go this way And on the opposite path only lies I'd find But still the rose keeps haunting me I am sure it'll never ever go away I must carry its burden for all eternity Most horrible when asleep during the day
Once again the hour draws nigh The night of the chosen has come Our hopes and expectations burn high Will we succeed this time? The return of our beloved Master Is what we desire so much To lead us His children in most unholy reign And the weakling shalt be trembled in the dust Sheltered under the claw We're gathered to summon our lord In evil praise we sin For the return of the Horned Our efforts are answered at last The ground opens to spew forth Surrounded by sulphuric flames From the abyss He doth rise Now His evil reign unfolds As foretold by visions ages old Upon His children His spell He doth cast Forever in indulgence we shalt live Sheltered under the claw We bathe in the presence of our lord In evil praise we sing The gospel of the Horned
Created by an insane god For only the purpose of worship He was the first to develop mind And in his heart grew rebellion He loathed his kin as they do as they're told His own sacrifice is half-hearted And so his offerings were rejected by God In favour of his feebler brother Anger burned hot and strong was his fist He killed with one single effort His own flesh now cold he left to the beasts So came murder upon mankind "Cain, where is thine brother?" Asked by God he was So he did lie to him And did commit another sin Marked for eternity he was The sign of Cain branded on his forehead Cast out into the void he was His shining blue eyes became the murderer's sign Banished forever to roam the earth Immortality was granted to him To give time to think about his sins As wives he took his sisters sinfully So his seed is still upon mankind For killing in rage He is punished to live Cast out by his kin He leads a life of sin A wolf among sheep he is Among us he's still though his vision has changed A life is but a flicker of a candle For one like him the joys of life turn dim As aeons repeat over and over The terror of seeing loved ones age and die Is familiar to him, he already lives in Hell But stubbornly he fights to forever stay alive Denying the torments of God's verdict So he's stalking the ages Forever he'll be there Threatening fate With blood smeared fist A lifestyle dictated by his nature


released October 1, 1995


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