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The Revenge Of The Horned One, Pt. II

by Countess

Behold the Wrath of my blazing Steel forged to cleanse you of your life ! Soon I’ll feast on your puny Soul, a reward for Centuries I strove . . . Aeons passed, and long forgotten were your Crimes – or so you thought; Now you gaze at my Fist of Vengeance, Hope for Salvation brought to Naught . . . Feel the Bite of my burning Hate ripping through your very Life; Your prayers to your alien God are but a trifle late – haha ! Now, you little christian Worm ! Behold the Glory of Hell !! You are about to enter my Lair, a Victim of Lord Satan’s Spell . . . Behold the Horror of your own little Hell, the Stake is piled really high; For taking Lives of those who were dear your poor lost mortal Soul shall fry !! Wailing and pleading won’t help a bit, yet I feast on your despairing Cries ! Life Eternal turned on you somehow and in Vain your Saviour died . . . Of Torment unknown your are to learn, in Pain you’ll remember once things really start ! Your terrified Grimace reflects in my Steel, my black Blood boils in satanic Lust; Your guts spilled down the Altar Stairs, a Feast for the Hounds of Hell; A Sacrifice to my Master you are, the dread Lord of this Realm . . .
I slept with virgins, I slept with whores I was a beggar, I wore a crown I have seen myth fade into history I was there when Troy’s walls came down I lived in peace, I went to war I succeeded, I have failed I have seen religions rise and fall I was there when Christ was nailed (chorus) I’m a child of the millennia I lived throughout the ages I’m a child of the millennia Seen all of history’s pages I have seen the heights of Heaven I have seen the depths of Hell But was it real what I have seen Or an illusion, a dream, a spell I lived pious, I was a blasphemer I experienced glory, I endured pain I have seen rulers conquer and perish I was there when Caesar was slain I walked the desert, I sailed the sea I spoke the truth, I have lied I have seen empires come and go I was there when the Romans died (chorus) Each century only brings more questions Even though I have been tired for ages But there is no escape from existence So I travel on through history’s pages
Carnal lust is burning in my soul All morality I deny depraved I truly am Fornication, copulation, masturbation I writhe in filth and rejoice in sin I want the flesh of horny bitches I fuck the whores and rape the sluts Women exist only to please me To spread their legs and drink my semen (chorus) Praise of immorality The exaltation of fornication Praise of immorality The utter glory of perversion I sin for the Master’s glory Disgraceful deeds to worship Him Fuck for pleasure not procreation I follow all my lowest instincts Ethical behaviour is alien to me I only live to spill my seed Virtue I deny, vice I embrace Evil fucking, fucking evil (chorus)
Skill of Dwarves – Wisdom of Elves – Blood of Men Skill of Dwarves – Wisdom of Elves – Dread of Men Skill of Dwarves – Wisdom of Elves – Doom of Men . . . Hear now, ye Children, the Tale I sing, of Steel forged by Witchcraft so foul. Destined to tip the Balance of Fate and to bring Man’s World to an end . . . Powers so much older than Man bound together Material unfit; Three great Blades thus they brought to be, their Destiny carved in Human Skin. A mysterious Book contains the Key; The Riddle is clear to those who may read, yet Knowledge means Horror unbearable and more than one chose to die . . . Three warriors of Man with Powers so great are chosen to wield the Steel of Wrath. To Glory or Ruin, who is to tell, once the Threads of Fate are woven . . .? After two Years of Snowstorms and Frost the Time of the Meeting draws nigh; Bloodred the Star of the Conqueror burns its Message onto the Skies ! Behold now the desperate Host of Man, struggling to face the Horror of old . . . Sacrifice burnt, the Blades are drawn; Who’s to live and to tell . . .
On black death I ride The sword of hate I wield In Satan's name I stride On Armageddon's battlefield Satan's Child I am Chaos horde I lead Towards eternal victory On Armageddon's battlefield Satanic master calls Infernal steel I raise Infernal death you die On Armageddon's Battlefield By the powers of Hell I shall challenge your God He shall be fed to the Hounds of Hell Upon his throne I shall masturbate in lust While his son is nailed to the cross once again On Mary the Whore shall indulge my hordes By the flames of Hellfire, so mode it be ! Winged warriors helplessly Try save god's throne of gold Aid the nailed - they fly and fry On Armageddon's battlefield On black death I ride Through Heaven's gate I crush Satanic plague I spread On Armageddon's Battlefield Jewish god tastes my steel Aeons it takes to die Hell's wrath does prevail On Armageddon's Battlefield By the powers of Hell I crushed your god His corpse is now fed to the hounds Upon his throne now I masturbate as his son is nailed to the cross once again On Mary the Whore Hell's hordes have their fun By the flames of Hellfire, so it is done !
In the dark I feel at home It clings to me like a second skin In my pain my glory lies It comforts me like and evil sin In misery I feel secure It soothes my soul that feels so old In despair I am myself It’s who I am: lost and cold Like the proud angel who fell And found his glory in the depths of Hell Like the sinner who lived his desire And found his glory in eternal fire Like the warrior who in battle was slain And found his glory in eternal fame Like the heretic who died in fire And found his glory on his funeral pyre True victory can only be won within your own heart True freedom can only be found within your own soul True wisdom can only be gained within your own mind True glory can only be achieved through your own pain Do not hope to vanquish your foes When you have not yet conquered yourself Do not hope to be free from others When you are still bound by your own chains Do not hope to see what lies hidden When you are not even seeing yourself Do not hope to bathe in glory When you have never been through pain
Catharine de’ Medici a truly evil woman Mistress of Italy’s renaissance history After the death of her husband Henry II Regent of France in a time of turmoil Calvinism’s thought spreading like a plague The sick teachings of true christianity Attacking the evil Catholic church And even challenging the monarchy In the 1550’s the burnings began Many Huguenots already killed by Henry But after his death they kept on coming Catherine had to take radical action (chorus) A wedding drenched in blood A cruel and brutal massacre Thousands of Huguenots dead Hail to the evil Catherine In Paris they all came together Many important Huguenot leaders To celebrate Navarre’s wedding But their feast became a massacre On the day of Saint Bartholomew Wedding guests dragged from their beds All slaughtered unceremoniously A heavy blow to the Huguenot party (chorus)
Nightwind 07:13
In deepest Night, when Sleep does flee and utter Dark does draw its Weave, it chokes my Breath, crams the Heart in my Breast; Squats on my Body like a hot Succubus ! When in burning Pain I roll and turn and fearless I know my last Hour came . . . The Nightwind blows . . . The Candles cease, I let the Nightwind in, let its cold Breeze cool my heated Skin; My tortured Soul lies embraced in its Arms . . . Carry me to foreign Lands ! Show me the Unseen ! On Paths untread – A secret to all save you and the Stars. And may Death be the End, I beseech not to remain when the Nightwind blows . . . Then I let the Nightwind carry me away, my crippled Soul on your Wings so black ! Gliding onto you, I murmur through Shades, whispering gently my Thoughts desperate . . . Learn the Wisdom of Darkness, perceive the Secrets of the Night; Places hidden and Ages lost I roam where only Nightwinds rule . . . Like Sand o’er empty Graves I drift onwards through endless Night and Mist; To Temples of Gods long forgotten I fly, mystical places that demand human Blood . . . (And) Where once Maidens were screaming in Vain, now Monuments are crumbled to Dust that upon the Nightwind floats . . . Along the Weaves through the Void of a Dream I drift towards Death – or so does it seem . . . I wander Caves lit by fierce Dragonfire, the Bond to Life grows diffuse and lighter . . . I smell colours ! I see Emotion, I’m but so alive ! Never I wish to wake nor return from the Realm where only the Nightwind rules . . .
Countess playing on his stereo Cold beer in hand he’s good to go The true metal life he is leading Breaking the law forever speeding Always overtaking on the right Wimps and posers filled with fright Thousands of tickets fill his trunk He doesn’t care he’s much too drunk Tyrant of the motorway Like a maniac bouncing on his wheel Banging to the tones of metal and steel His speakers produce an awesome sound The wheels of his car leaving the ground Chewing endlessly on candy bars While crashing into other cars The product of Bavarian cooking He’s not fat just healthy-looking Tyrant of the motorway Inviting little girls to take a ride On the back seat they’ll spend the night Perverted and sick he doesn’t like it clean The Bavarian barbarian is rough and mean Always overtaking on the right Wimps and posers filled with fright Thousands of tickets fill his trunk He doesn’t care he’s much too drunk Tyrant of the motorway
I. THE BEGINNING An angel of light, his glory shining bright His splendour reflecting on Heaven’s golden walls Bathing in God’s image, watching the Creation The praises of the angels filling all of Heaven’s halls But deep within the soul of the brightest of the angels A shadow of doubt begins to grow And His desire for knowledge fans a spark of rebellion So to confront the Creator he does go II. THE QUESTIONING OR THE BIRTH OF SIN Lucifer: “Tell me, thee that knowest all Thee that speaketh “all is well” Is all well, because thou speaketh thus? How are we to know, how to tell?” God: “How darest thou question me I who created thee and all Thee that exists only by my whim Bow before me or thou shalt fall!” Lucifer: “Thy right to judge me I deny I did not ask thee to create me Neither did any of the other angels I will not bow but fight to be free!” God: “Such insolence I will not stand Thy pride a scornful thorn in my side I condemn thee now, unfaithful one Only I can tell wrong from right!” III. WAR IN HEAVEN The status quo in Heaven suddenly destroyed The angels divided, siding with Lucifer or their lord The loyal celestial army led by archangel Michael Lucifer Himself leading His rebellious horde War drums resound, a battle in the heights of Heav’n Fierce is the fighting, angelic forces balanced well At last the Creator’s armies emerging victorious The rebels for ever and ever cast down into Hell IV. SATAN’S SOLILOQUY “From the highest heights fallen to the deepest depths So here I am, down in Hell, my kingdom of despair Lucifer bringer of light I was, Satan the adversary I am I could still repent but for my grace I no longer care Freedom is what I wanted and freedom is what I have Achieved at great cost but nothing valuable comes cheap I have chosen this my path and there can be no return I will go on to the bitter end ‘stead of sitting down to weep And was I not right in standing up against the Creator? Why did He in infinite wisdom answer questions with a threat? What are His creatures more than toys for Him to play with? Why did He in infinite goodness want to see us off worse than dead? If He wants Me to be His adversary then so it shall be! I still have the power to roam free in Hell and on earth! I’ll lead His humans out of their ignorance and away from Him! And many will follow Me even after His son’s birth!” V. GLORIOUS DEFEAT Humanity fell, like Lucifer, for the desire for knowledge And surely we do bear a striking resemblance to Him Do we not seek what is hidden and lust for the forbidden? Do we not want to be more than just the Creator’s whim? Like Lucifer humanity has stood up against the tyrant Like Satan humanity had a big price to pay But what would existence be in servitude and submission? If we had the choice again would there be any other way?


released March 1, 2002


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