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The Book Of The Heretic

by Countess

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    Concept album from 1996. Full story printed in the booklet. Finally available again after having been sold out for a decade.

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I Believe 04:57
I believe in the devil I have faith in the Master I trust in Satan I worship Lucifer I kneel before His throne I sin for His glory I pledge Him my sword I give Him my soul
Those who follow the 'celestial light' Enslave their souls to illusions Self-denial fed by holy fright Righteous compulsion where Yahweh reigns False prophets preach ancient fears Will thy soul be free from chains? (chorus) On the wings of Azazel Those who fear shall perish Across dimensional boundaries Into the dark reality Those who embrace the 'mournful gloom' Dare to see beyond false prophecies In Lilith's night shine shrines of doom Walk in the shadow of the Goat Enter the fire of Moloch's empire Join the chosen, swear the oath (chorus)
Forgotten 08:44
My grave feels cold But the flame of hate Still burns inside I cannot pass the Gate Trapped in this void The gods set me free To avenge the forgotten To avenge them and me Invincible sword by Hephæstus forged placed in my hands On the eight-legged steed of Woden himself I will roam the lands Return from the depths to fight the world, I will spare none Those who denied me, lied and deceived soon will be gone (chorus) I was forgotten Now feel my wrath Blood of my enemies Drenches my path Pools of blood will shower from my blade, steel doth prevail Slay their servants take their daughters and wives, like a fierce gale Cowards and traitors meet their just fate, fall by my sword My holy quest leaves me to rule, undead overlord (chorus) I'll wipe out the traces left in my world by the crucified fool I'll light again torches of old when the moon's full Shrines of my forefathers long since forgotten I will restore I'll lead my people back again to the ancient lore (chorus)
I burn his image and mock his words I tread on his cross and spit in his face I insult his father and slay his believers I worship his adversary and loathe his love 'cos I live my life in hate of Christ And I will die in hate of Christ And I will burn in hate of Christ In hate of Christ I curse his gospels and laugh at his pain I burn his churches and piss on his saints I torture his followers and deny his birth I break his commandments and indulge in sin 'cos I live my life in hate of Christ And I will die in hate of Christ And I will burn in hate of Christ In hate of Christ
Welcome to my lair, darling I hope you do enjoy the view You will stay for a while, won't you? How about eternity, for a start? Give me your soul Welcome to my chambers, darling Yes, it's cold in here, in absence of God But don't be afraid, it's not just your flesh I want And don't you think I'm after your blood Give me your soul Welcome to my Hell, darling Yes, I do want your flesh And yes, I will drink your blood But most of all I crave your soul Give me your soul
Creation 02:24
Ere dawn of man His power great Wrought armour strong and grievous hate To welcome mortal life on earth When last the dust of time giveth birth To His ill-will to bend their ways To shape their doom! To lead astray the children fair Formed by Creator's hands For in the North 'neath hills of stone In caverns black was made a throne By fires illuminated underground That winds of ice with moaning sound Made flare and flicker in dark smoke; A place that mortals feared and choked A place that mortals feared and choked When shadowed by His ghastly claw Lo! Wisdom dark doth have the few Who dare listen to His tune Afore His throne His servants ever shalt they be To share His fate yet never to be free Alas, no thrall doth dwell within these endless halls The wish to rule has brought them forth Shapeth they are the chosen few To spread the word, to rule a world anew A vast design brewed in His evil lair A bane o'er God's own children fair! For their master to gaze on in utter woe The wrath and power of his hidden foe To bring creation to a fiery end! To a fiery end!
High in a tower, far away from daily life And old man sits on his throne The room is dim and you can hardly hear The city that spreads down below Dreams of faded glory haunt his memory The vultures are waiting, he knows it too well! And mournful he wishes he could return To days of youth and to shatter the world . . . His aching limbs remind him There's a price that's soon to pay And this time his power won't save him From the reaper who's after his soul . . . Oh, how hard it is for a warrior To bear the spears Old Age throws When the way to death - which he never feared! Is paved with misery and pain . . . Looking back, he doth ask himself: "Whom did I do all this for?" His own sons did fall long years ago Sacrificed on his path to fame . . . Remembrance leaves him smiling For moments the warmth of life hath burned But then his knowledge doth return There's a price that's soon to pay . . . Uneasy he shifts around on his throne Death's icy grip, it's ever so near! What no one suspects, he doth know it well For the Horned One's assistance he'll soon have to pay In early days of mindless youth Light-hearted was his oath And though he did serve very well He's still afraid to go . . . For no longer can he set the rules He's soon to play the Master's game And that thought leaves him worrying About the price that's soon to pay . . . The screams of the dying, the wailing of widows Yes, he sent many souls to burn! The hatred he brewed for the minds of men Is the fuel of the fires of Hell! He washed the streets with the blood of his victims Not once, but wherever he came And the thought of their souls serving him soon Doth make him shiver with joy . . . And no longer is he fearful With pleasure he will heed the Call The loving presence of the Master Maketh this price a joy . . .
A morbid organ fills the chapel of doom With horrible sounds, litanies of gloom Oh! Lady of darkness, the Goat is so near Are you in trance, or filled with fear? Are you a victim, of an unspeakable rite Or a black priestess sacrificing at night Maybe you are trapped within a spell Who will ever know, who will ever tell? (chorus) Where must I travel? Where must I go? To find your soul, or maybe my own? Will I find you where eagles fly? Or to find you, must I die? Will you fly on the first night of May To the Harz or even further away? Will I ever be able to set you free Or will you be damned eternally? Caught in a spell outside my life I beg of thee, Master, let her be my wife! The horns, the sign, the blood, the tears We all walk in shadows of ancient fears (chorus)
Gazing into the Transylvanian mist Lifted before me were the veils of time An ancient force of darkness guided my soul Whispering a cold, mysterious rhyme Thus I caught a glimpse of a long forgotten past Reflected in the silver circle way up high I froze in the fog struck by these horrors Unaware if I would live or die Through rites by mortals long forgotten One with darkness in wind and rain Engulfed by echoes of a distant past That stilled my loneliness and pain Ancient castles, demons and witches Lost in the fog between joy and fear Twisted roads and invisible tombstones The smell of purest evil so near Then a black coach drawn by black horses Appeared through the fog without a sound The horses unlike any earthly beings The coach surely for Hell was bound Filled with fog, the night dark and cold On through the red mist His children fly Those whose souls have long been sold Have heard His call, His ancient cry A silver circle 'midst the blackened sky The full moon to guide their paths Witches and wolves, warlocks all fly All of His creatures of wrath All the Master's children...we are lechery All the Master's children...we are gluttony All the Master's children...we are usury All the Master's children...we are avarice All the Master's children...we are sloth All the Master's children...we are anger All the Master's children...we are pride All the Master's children I was shown the splendour of Satan Made love to the Countess in eternal lust The wisdom of ages dawned on my mind The cross must be turned to ashes to dust I saw a sword covering three wolf teeth On a blood red crest like an abysmal gate Shadows from the depths strengthened my soul To wield the powers of darkness and hate Dawn approached the Carpathian mountains My soul returned from the astral plane To ride again the four winds of the earth To blaspheme and conquer in the Master's name
At last existence to be seen As it has always been Life and death always an illusion The end brings only more confusion Chaos, the truthful answer why And even chaos itself a lie Good is evil, black is white The dark is light, the day is night The end brings no escape A new beginning will take shape Impossible to annihilate eternity Slaves to existence we'll always be
In tijden reeds lang vervlogen Aanbaden wij onze ware goden Gebroken werd de Romeinse macht Met moed en eer, met trouw en kracht Maar door ons koude staal verslagen Bleven d'indringers ons belagen Met een vals geloof en zonder gevecht Onze voorvad'ren alsnog geknecht Waarlijk, de godenschemering volbracht Hamer verruild voor kruis, trots voor onmacht Maar Hij die voor wijsheid een oog heeft gelaten Wist dat Zijn volk hun goden zouden verlaten En Hij die doolt wilde hen behoeden voor deze val Dus brouwden de goden een magische gift in hun hal Om het oude geloof diep verborgen in hun zielen te bewaren Ook al zou de Christus heersen, vele en vele jaren (chorus) De gift der goden Overleefde de doden De gift der goden Weerstond de geboden Talloze eeuwen gekomen en gegaan De gift heeft barre tijden doorstaan Geslacht op geslacht doorgegeven De verborgen machten zullen leven Het valse geloof teruggedrongen Oeroude liederen wederom gezongen Het heidense vuur zal weer branden De tempels herrijzen in onze landen (chorus)


released June 1, 1996


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