ENTHRONED LYRICS

1. Prophecies Of Pagan Fire

[Instrumental]

2. Deny The Holy Book Of Lies

Judas the only one who hasn't lied to us
You remain faithful by showing,
the world hypocrite and merciless
in the name of the demons and the powers of hell,
Christians I damn you making the sign of pentagram

I do call you great Master Satan
from the bottom of darkness, the strengths breakout
I feel them ready to bit,
I made serious offenses, and lived like a sinner...

Ave Satan... ave, ave, ave...

To satisfy, my love for you
Oooh Satan's servant!!!
I grave my soul
I adjured the blood, that flows in my veins...

And shall continue to an immortal life
life in your name, life...

3. Under The Holocaust

Reborn through the breeze in a snowstorm
in front of thirteen black brilliants candles
reflecting under my eyes, and letting reappear
the Medieval visions of my ancient empire.

Prince Lucifer, powerful you buried my corpse
and keep my spirit, to challenge the good in the
name of evil and to declare an endless war,
with the torment of the infernal legions.

I'm the son of the moon, emperor of the war,
I'm the one who unleash the hate
I'm the denial of all benevolence
I prepare my holocaust
I shall kill without pity...

"I raise the inverted cross, in the nightside eclipse...
His eyes shall watch me in battle.
Under the storming holocaustsky,
thy kingdom of heaven will be destroyed forevermore,
under the throne of the horned king,
under the sign of the horned one..."

The whole universe, will then recognize
the supreme power of Satan, who will retake
his throne for eternity and will reign forever.
Beyond the snowclad hills, and the icy mountains
a vast field of crucified, and impaled is stretching.

They're perishing in the blackness of darkness
and soulless of their soul
for centuries lost in Lucifer's kingdom.
And endlessly the bloody rivers flows!
And the maleficiant strengths delivered from
their abyss are raging.

Again the empire of evil,
will shine and my domain of terror,
will keep his powerful majesty,
under the glittering brillance of the moon,
and under the sign of the great iron hammer, sign of Thor.

4. Scared By Darkwinds

Alone in my sinister crypt, I evoke the ancients,
I raise my chalice of pure blood sacrificed angels,
towards the moon, and I cry my reading,
my sorcellery breeding the infernal awakening.
The winds is changed on fire, in a cyclone,
the prophets coming from nowhere,
show the eternity paths,
the no return ways,
lost in the depth of gloomy forests from the North.

The fog of the new moon,
effaces the engraved epitaphs on a medieval tombs,
but the accursed winds are rising,
calling the vampires from their sleep,
the creatures of apocalypse...

...And it's throughout, the incessant fire,
that the apparition is revealed dark,
surmounted by two large horns,
the goat master came more deeply from darkness
to punish the profane and reward is faithful...

The darkwinds breakout all their rage,
frighten and take away,
blessed souls of the damned,
in the domain of abomination
I have opened, the gates of chaos,
on this alive and holy world...
Nobody will e able to close them forever!!!
Forever...!!

5. Tales From A Blackened Horde

Immersed in my hypnotic slumber
I wander through the paths of a cemetery
In an unhearithy night, the high storms break the fire of sky
I hear the call as I go to a grave
the crypt of the demons is calling me,
for the darkness ceremony,
where the tales of ancient hordes will be recited
and the blasphemy will be sung
Through the glaring lightning,
my decomposed face,
and my skeletal body project
a terrifying shadow on the burial ground
Ouuuhhh Master Satan!!!
By your power, bless my body
dead for centuries!!!

6. At Down Of A Funeral Winter

[Chapter 1]

Among the blackness icy previaled,
I draw the black curtain of death,
thousand of lost souls fallen
in the depth of the crypts of pain,
through the voices of the past.

The angles of damnation follow me
travel through the (foot) lost paths,
the huge black forests,
during the eternal nights of a funeral winter.

Drowned in the shadow
light the kingdom of deads,
has condemned my soul
has haunted the hibernal forests!

My coffin burn in a chapel,
by the flames of damnation,
will still remain now and forever
in a ceremony of the shadows of the past.

...And the souls will recall the way of my cremation
with the singing the voices of the night
on the threshold at the gates of the kingdom,
of the shadows behold the moonlike throne.

I cry for my anterior life,
but at dawn of my rebirth
and by the power of my blasphemy,
I raise with the forces of evil,
my curse is eternal!!!

[Chapter 2]

The wolves howling their song,
towards the gates of hell,
the Northern abysses let to hear
among these leed north winds,
the weeps of victims sacrificed,
to bloody rites of Shub-Niggurath,
the black goat of the eternal woods.

When the night is deep
and the sun is in the sign of Ram,
the chant of darkness will be uttered
towards the Northern winds.
The key will be turned,
and the gates will open
facing us, in the darkend kingdom

7. Rites Of The Northern Fullmoon

The black Northern winds, swept the dust
who covered my ancient tomb.
The prophecy of the ancient millenary,
call the horde of the goat...

Darkness entomb, the souls of the saints
sentenced in front of the goathrone.

Sacrificial...
Drinking the blood!
Ritual...
Burn the crypt!

The unhealthy moonlight, rise my altar of corporal sacrifice.

On a ground cover of ice,
the ritual of Northern fullmoon,
the desire of infernal majesty,
the submissiveness of the Black Pentagram.

The clouds of blood, watch for again, their immediate victims.

8. Skjeldenland

Thundering through the endless woods
let by the sound of the Bjallarhorn,
they resounded from beyond the Skjeldenland.
Clinching with their swords they attack
after hearing the Heimdall's sign to charge,
the sign to ride over Skjeldenland.

Ending with the roman dominion,
they hail the restoration of the pagandom,
burning down the churches with their pagan fire
they do it with ancestral northern hate,
piling sacred temples of the feeble Christ,
They steal the golden call in offering to Odin.

Hailing under the blackened skies of Norway
the raven's claw signed the northern hordes
to charge, to ride all over the Skjeldenland

Claiming their Viking victories in Flanders
as rival they have the Vlanderesns striders
who are daring to keep the Flemish empire.

A silver fullmoon glows on a winter night
sometimes hidden by clouds and Midgard's fire
reflecting and resounding with Thor's strikes
all over the pagan fields of the Skjeldenland.

Freezing, icecold, pagan fullmoon, winter nights
Northwinds are howling like hungry wolves
they victimize, but the Viking horde invade the frozen winter.
They pile the profaned churches and hail the pagan fire,
Asgardsveien are their paths from the Hordanes land.
Rising high their swords, they conquer the Skjeldenland.
Hail Skjeldenland!!!

9. At The Sound Of The Millenium Black Bells

A tremendous horned shadow
appeared in the red wintersky.
The unbearable resounding of the pagan bells
awake the souls of their tombs.

Hades calls them in front of the almighty throne
for the gathering of the black pact.
I've been dead, for centuries.
Today again my evil spirit,
celebrate the millenary of Satan,
in the freezing chapel of demons,
my delight is to hear the sputtering of heaven in fire.

With my Baphometic horde,
I desecrate the holy tombs,
I destroy the virgin edifices
I invert the holy cross,
In the name of profanation
I hail Baphomet!!!

At the sound of the millennium black bells
time has come for me,
to return in my paragon tomb,
for a perpetual slumber,
under the dark eyes of Belial,
for a dark eternity...

10. As The Wolves Houl Again

Awakened by the wolves howlings,
watching out within the castle's walls.
I saw the fullmoon, guiding my life...
A thick fog covers the landscape,
the fiibulwinter is arriving,
the darkness is here,
ancient times are calling,
I start to remember...

I adore my ancestors, for their braveness!
They fought for their believes,
they had realized the truth...
They denied all others beliefs,
and so do I.

As night is rising, I hear a distant voice,
he is calling my name!
I listen with pride!
As ancient kingdoms rise...
Beyond the great mountains of Frost,
the knowledge lies within,
I hear a distant voice from the dark forest.

I must leave the forsaken world,
I ride the winds of Frost, to my home.
As darkness rises,
the fog appears in the night,
in the distant a castle appears...
Longing for those old times,
the moonlight guides me on my journey,
I follow the moon,
for it shall lead me home,
suddenly I arrive at the castle,
my ancestors had right,
I trust them with whole my heart...

Raise the seventh sword of Ninnagesh







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