FURZE LYRICS

1. Sathanas Is Here...

Here one night I was given the disturbance
of Sathanas, in a dram physically in twilight,
of the subconscious; He appeared

Strange yet a feeling (of something) deeply familiar
,of existence; was flickering with my perceiving,
like a thick needle touching my brain...

One "part" felt missing after the occurrence
but I can tell you He spoke without speaking
like a direct Power...

-it was not just a dram
This is Satan's land
Realize it now as the horrors shake
it's rock'n knuckles all around!

Sathanas' here. Sathanas is here

(I saw) He was the one walking on two cloven hooves
Horns on head, His robe in which was the last thing
He let me remember; it wasn't black, but red on the outside.

And the days since then
Have been filled like a...
Potion!

[Lyrics: 4/12-13]

2. Goat Cyclus

Coming forth like the Spring the consciousness dwells
Knowing the self but hidden inside it's own shell
The Dark Soul crucified inside a piece of flesh
Crucified for the sudden Springs and the sudden Deaths

Crucified to hate Jesus Christ and falseness
Standing against mankind perceptions gone make-believe
Soul is hungry for Black Metal stimulation
Gout Cyclus...

It urges for the flesh to revel and suck out
Juices of the Night...
Wanting to bath in the time of the mandrake beyond
the rays of the moon flame,,.

Ghosting at the heart mother
Invades the house of the hybreed father
Baphomet calls you - helpless you are
Lucifer strides within you next Winter
Now it's time to seal the rime...

The creator needs life, it's give and take
to keep young he must have your blood back...
He gave you life - life on evil terms,
Now you must fulfill the plan - Now you must fulfill the plan!
for The Return...

Goat Cyclus...Goat Cyclus!

[Lyrics: 25/6-14]

3. One Night Before The Other

Support the Devil
Support the Metal
Support the Fresh Tea from the Underground

Support the Devil
Support the Metal
Support the Fresh Tea from the Underground

Chronical gates are waste
Senses are black with hate
Three branches in wait
For a coming that is endlessly late

Support the Devil
Support the Metal
Support the Fresh Tea from the Underground

Support the Devil
Support the Metal
Support the Fresh Tea from the Underground

If you encounter each direction
and choose a fiction
You return to flower the seed
that was already planned as unholy weed

One Night before the Other...One Night before the Other.

[Lyrics: May '14]

4. In A Bucket Of Blood

In a bucket of blood the brew was made
upon an altar as ancient as (the perceiving of) time...
No crown on head
perished was blood thru holes down, by desert wands
Fog and brain collapse distilled reality

Put Force by Satan's Command

(just as) the Thriller of the holy trinity, founded
yet pleasures of deseCreation is an ancient ritual for Power
- it still has a deep unseen
Those who are ready to make crop circles, maybe...
The mermaid in the depths, oh tiny tastes...
-the Wind of the entire nature's laws
pushed forward by rapid rolling apples so alien
that no storm will ever (even) be seen
the hybreed so grotesque that the crumbling altars of madness
will lose it's hold on the bucket of blood
when the appearing angels of Destruction takes a sip from the box
buried beneath the desert sand...
Ready to go on with our world they open up the center of earth to
Sacrifice it's heart to rebuild
a Power with the materials we never even knew we had...

The Wind of the entire nature's laws
may very well be ONE element;
When the ancient alien powers return to propose a Toast to their neighbors at war...

[Lyrics: December 11th 2013]

5. R.O.D.

R.O.D. (Religions of Desecration)

See the Messiah urge 'em
to drink his blood and eat his flesh
in cannibalistic manners -
(And) encounter the modern woman
who still has to desecrate her lips
for the sake of the Word
of the Prophet...
and be raped wide open again
by her Predestined..Unwanted..Beloved...Husband...

Methods against their own Rod - religious control
Crushing remaining intuition - religious invaders

- Religions of Desecration...Religions of Desecration

Caring for the frighteningly hard way
for an easy way out; the religious shame sets it's jaws
against Sathanas...in return
the modern "enlightenment" force 'em to review
ancient fables as to the point of rebirth of religious dogma
as to the point of Complete annihilation of religious dogs
we will wait...

We will feed the flames
day by day
night by night
Always Ready...

To break their Rod
Fuck the Hell Off - Fuck the Hell Off!

[Lyrics: April '14]

6. A Blacksmith For The Souls Of Metal

The Power of the Goat of a Thousand Young
What's within the soul
Steady roller coaster syndrome
The Moon has a reserved spot in any painting
The sound of the Moon..
To rise a fate
So true it can't be realized "here"
Distillation of reality
With the new moon a new glimpse
A blacksmith of the Metal seed
The Caw...
up bursts lightening between our minds
United by hatred!

A blacksmith for the souls of Metal
A blacksmith for the souls of Metal
...souls of Metal...
A blacksmith for the souls of Metal
...for the souls of Metal!

[Lyrics: December '12/January '13]

7. Flight Of The Battish Cauldron

Don't hunt the Wolf
I tell you, don't hunt the Wolf
Crystallizing gaze from the dark realms
from beneath the heart of the pure instinct
I met a man, the monster was not present
He held a crossover speech howled up to for Millenniums
He was the wolf-man
Nature Wisdom Incarnate
Yet beside him was this abstractly large cauldron
boiling with ascending powers of...
Satan!
Satan!
Hunt down the wolf-hunter
Let us foresee
Let all winged masters ask us
through the fog
So that alien or not
Reality can uncover
Thy Half-Eternal Glory

[Lyrics: 14/3-2014]

8. Sacrifice

Woe to you...
I was born dead
It was three nights and three hours before fullmoon
I am The Reaper

There has been found away to brew the pot of Armageddon
When times tell you this it answers to make it happen by wish
Pragmatic the reflection of a Woe, in waters of wisdom and hate, by time
One does (...) make misty eyes winged but now also penetrating
within the Golden Walls
Man
I see you've got an hypnotic stench
-within your mind
-soul
Strangled, Burnt, Buried and Drowned
Would I let you like the way to spirit any kind of a
"One Last Word"?
Are you preset to sacrifice?
Are you preset to sacrifice?

[Lyrics: 18/2-2002]





FURZE LYRICS