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Burning Scripture

by Countess

In the night of vengeance chariots ride Beneath black clouds darkening the sky Flashes of lightning the sole illumination Cracks of thunder lash from way up high Silver spears we carry, spawn of steel Shining swords of hate we wield tonight Our blood is burning with battle’s rage Our armour adorned with runes of might (bridge) Battle in the heavens, war in the sky Swords and axes clash way up high (chorus) Chariots of thunder, chariots of war Behold the glory of the gods of yore Chariots of thunder, chariots of war Behold the power of the ancient lore On destiny’s plains we face our foe The minions of Yahweh quivering in fear The god believers’ holocaust is at hand Now the horned one’s revenge is near Battle commences, the foe meets our steel The disciples of the lie feel our scorn Our mighty steel drenched in their blood The weak by our chariots to pieces torn (bridge) (chorus) Piles of corpses cover destiny’s fields Our enemies’ trembling hearts we devour The steel of wrath has wrought victory Never again shall the foe defy our power (bridge) (chorus)
I am a poet like my father was And his father and his before him Loyal to the gods for generations Who gave prosperity and revelations Now you come from a distance great To bring to us your vile creed But our faith is strong and true For your one god we have no need Since the dawn of time and man Our gods have always stood with us Protection and insight they did give They made our lives worth to live You claim your god is the only one And ours nought but demons are Yet by what right do you interfere? Why have you come from away so far? (chorus) Listen to a poet’s parry I denounce your every lie For freedom I my blood will shed For my gods shall I gladly die I sing for my gods like my father And his father and his before him Inspiration their most holy gift Between us you shall cause no rift You say we need to be baptized For access to your heaven to gain But why would we want to go there? We go to the hall of the slain Your ludicrous tales do not impress We but laugh at your ‘original sin’ If truly your god all does rule Why does he need you as his tool? You view us as simple barbarians Who eagerly your salvation await But priest heed my warning words We shall not abandon gods so great (chorus) I call to my gods as my father did And his father and his before him Upon you be the thunderer’s rage You will no trap us in your moral cage Your scripture means nothing to us We have verses of real wisdom divine Listen to the song of the High One Words in which true insight does shine And yet the future I did glimpse I saw many churches of your Christ Upon our temples’ shattered remains My people bound by your foul chains Centuries the age of tears will last Yet your hollow victory will not endure Hidden in our blood our gods survive ‘Neath the surface our hearts stay pure (chorus) As I lay dying I see our temples burn But know beyond doubt our gods shall return
Lies spoken since the dawn of time Though none so great as the first The first lie of the one god spoken By a mad king in his power thirst The first lie was followed by many In measly verses all written down Collected in books called scripture The awful lies gained great renown Scripture was spread far and wide And cults of the one god flourished By self-proclaimed prophets of the lie Generations minds by deceit nourished (chorus) Burning scripture, crushing lies No verse of holy writ shall remain Burning scripture, crushing lies Righteous arrogance turned to shame The vile cults enslaved the once free Tried to do away with the gods of yore Nearly banished the gods of our blood Almost vanquished was the ancient lore Yet embers of the holy fire remained Kindled again to incinerate the one god Those true to their ancestral beliefs Will reforge the past in battle and blood (chorus) The lie of the one god exposed for all The pure again worship the gods of old Everywhere the one’s house is torched The strong return to the heathen fold After millennia at last the lie has fallen Its books are burnt its preachers slain Our battle cries turn to roars of victory Scripture’s followers endure horrible pain (chorus)
From far away the enemy came Distant lands of nothing but sand Lies they brought, treacherous and vile Their one god plague upon our land You embraced their repulsive lies And forced them upon your kin Your ancestors, your gods you betrayed For grotesque lies of guilt and sin You embrace the power of the new faith But you are blind to where you lead Our ways and our gods will be gone Until once again their call we shall heed (chorus) A curse I place upon you king A divine curse upon your white soul One day we will spit on your memory With our gods we shall again be whole You turned your back on all that is holy You have forsaken your kinfolk and blood You forbid us worship of our true deities You force us to bow to your alien god You torture those loyal to their gods Best hatchet-man of the Christ you may be You burn our temples, destroy our shrines Who you really are one day all will see In your zealous fever you do not see Our beliefs are stronger than your lies Faith cannot be dictated by even a king You may be strong but you are not wise (chorus) Your ship is fast and your sword is stout But power does not make a wrong cause right A millennium of tears you bring upon us Yet one day shall we crush the one god’s might I cannot grasp why you serve an alien god But even more difficult to comprehend Is why you persecute those loyal to their own Facing your wrath true to our gods we stand Now I lay dying, helpless at your feet By your merciless torment my body frayed In the name of the gods I curse you king In the name of all you viciously betrayed (chorus)
To my village a stranger came Sent by the king to roam our lands A wooden cross upon his ugly self A book of lies in his greasy hands Listen to my history Of an alien god the stranger told A god bizarre, heartless and cold A tale of awful misery His lies did not sway my folk With scorn his story we did spurn From our village he was chased Little we knew he would return Twenty summers past again he came This time the priest was not alone Numerous soldiers all around him His scripture verses he did drone Listen to my history His vile stories we had to endure Deceitful gospels foul and unpure A tale of awful misery His prattle was only the beginning Commanding his soldiers to cut down Our holy oaks, our village temple The people betrayed by the crown Bravely we did struggle ‘gainst the soldiers of the Christ Our blood we gave for our gods and our belief Many fine folk slain by the henchmen of the lie Our soul lies raped our hearts filled with grief Before long more enemies arrived Sent to us by our traitorous king To the Christ a church was built Where their vile hymns they did sing Listen to my history Our gods banished our faith forbidden Our worship endured in shadows hidden A tale of awful misery Scripture’s lies now forced upon us Our way of life brutally taken away But my history will not be forgotten To our true gods again we shall pray
In ancient Egypt in a distant past A king ascended his glorious throne Like his father named Amenophis A name in which Amon’s glory shone But soon madness came over the king Selecting one god to be the only one Echnaton Trying to destroy his people’s faith Destroying shrines of many gods Forbidding their worship and rituals Succeeding by force against the odds The king invented the monotheistic lie Changing his name to fit his crime Echnaton The world’s first religious persecutor Obsessed by his theological aberration He neglected his duties as a king And thus suffered his whole nation (chorus) Mad pharaoh, mad pharaoh Defy his legacy, curse his name Mad pharaoh, mad pharaoh His just fate eternal shame After the mad pharaoh’s death Which came to him at early age The dead king called a blasphemer His people returning to their ways But the seeds of monotheism were sown And thus the damage had been done Echnaton We still taste the fruits of his madness After many, many centuries have gone Souls of wrath shall ride with holy fire The war against his heritage will be won (chorus)
In the dark the loyal gather To pay homage to the gods Secretive in shadows hidden For their worship is forbidden White Christ now rules the land Soon true faith to be forgotten Still those loyal to their kin Defiantly refuse to give in The church destroyed our temples Demolished the images of our gods Still we defy the rule of Rome Standing proud against all odds Disregarding the new commandments We secretly pray to the gods of yore Torture awaits when we are exposed While practising the ancient lore In dark groves in desolate woods Sparse torches light sacred rites Oaths are spoken, holy mead flows Here still the pagan fire glows Our gods they did not abandon us Neither shall we be led astray Loyal we are and shall remain Even tho’ it means torment and pain Years pass and our ranks do thin Persecution growing stronger still Corrupt kings force the lie upon us But never shall break our iron will The worship forbidden will endure No matter how few loyal ones remain Our blood will pass on our faith Through the age of the Christ’s reign Centuries after the cross came north The worship forbidden close to death Yet storms raging and winds howling Still whisper the wanderer’s breath The usurpers’ power firmly in place Bleak oppression our fate for so long Yet thunder rolling and lightning striking Still sing the mighty thunderer’s song Our true faith has never been broken By the treacherous one god’s lies The dawn of awakening is at hand Let all again hear pagan battle cries Scripture is finally burnt to ashes The sacred runes are cast once more Centuries of oppression come to an end All sing hymns to the gods of yore
A shadow fell upon the north When to our soil came the cross The fair lands of our fathers Did suffer an unimaginable loss Priests and soldiers took away Our way of life, our very soul Our gods they strove to cast out And no longer were we whole Our holy oaks were cut down The white Christ’s churches did rise Our hearts were now filled with woe Oppressed by priests and their lies (chorus) Blood of the gods Flows through our veins With our gods we stand To forever crush our chains For centuries we fought the Christ With every defeat bitter tears we wept In our hearts still true to our gods But memory faded and long they slept Never did they abandon us their kin In song and story the gods did survive Even when their worship we forsook In our blood they were always alive The wanderer strode the earth no more Yet he rode with the Wild Hunt as before No longer the thunderer walked among us Still his hammer let the thunder roar (chorus) Our blood is theirs as theirs is ours Too strong for Latin prayers to subdue The white Christ never truly victorious To our gods our blood always was true The time of awakening is now at hand Our gods emerge from their age of sleep Our swords will sing their names out loud The time has come for our foe to weep As long as we draw breath our gods are with us Their might forever present in our blood Their glorious temples and statues resurrected Never again shall we bow to a false god (chorus)


released May 1, 2010


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Countess is a Dutch band that has been unleashing metal music upon the world since 1992.


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