NECROSANCT LYRICS

1. Arachneurosis

[Rik]

Flash of arachnid in dream wracked night
Bite on arm and hand in suck glut delight
Horror is close, now as she pumps into veins
Terror struck as the pain hits again

Blackness of fear
Spinning, unclear
Nauseous tendrils flick up inside
In sickness and wretching pain

Sweating, bad dreams crawling mind of fear
Crying, shrieking, close, near
Caverns of feelings hiss with still air
Waiting innocence... in there

Rank evil stirring
A terror lurking
Mortally afraid of darkness
Unknown depths their inside

Creeping fear
Evil near
Crawling fear
Creeping fear

Mouth erupts in a livid howl of hatred and dismay
Furry legs scamper from nostrils torn astray
Biting at the living corpse, the spiders start to feast
Twitching, as all nerves give way
The victim long deceased

In the spider’s lair the eggs are cracked
Darkest evil nightmare, ready the attack
Flash of arachnid in dream wracked night
Bite on arm and hand in suck glut delight

Kidneys rip apart crawling from within
Thousands of bodies, eternal exodus begin
Rippling belly, rectum spews blood
Small forms hungry, a living flood...

Rank evil stirring
A terror lurking
Mortally afraid of darkness
Unknown depths their inside

Creeping fear
Evil near
Crawling fear
Creeping fear

Anal tract spews its load of bloody carnivores
Rending with mandibles, chomping flesh and gore
The still warm host is gnawed away
Spiders run to seek new prey
Pattering on stone...
They’re gone!

2. Pretentious Priests

[Fin]

Mesmerized by stars in skies
Clerics in their false disguise
Bishops and priests call you to pray
Force in fear you obey

Ordained by the rites of man
Lacquered in the awesomeness of thee
Succumbed to all by ill faith
The reasons belong to me...

Indulgence in this sickened farce
The church laughs and mocks
Orthodox they ways of the people
Scrutinize the flock
Bible preached with vomitous tongue
Putrid deception lies within
Confessions on this sylilic
An aurical relevance to skin
The entombment of your devious ways
They'll chastise, let's begin

A dictionary of exalted beads
Unsurpassed in their exoneration
Condemned to a sacred life
Conquest of the obligatory damnation
Drafts of doom exaggerate the lies
Prepare my son for termination

Ordained by the rites of man
Lacquered in the awesomeness of thee
Succumbed to all by ill faith
The reasons belong to me...

Sacrosanct with intrinsic lust
Soon to be quenched in the fire
Ignorant of sound or rational thought
Blind to selfish desire
Catacombed with the lust to please
You stand alone robbed of dignity
Resentment befalls you as you roam
Again a beggar in the city

Ordained by the rites of man
Lacquered in the awesomeness of thee
Succumbed to all by ill faith
The reasons belong to me...

A dictionary of exalted beads
Unsurpassed in their exoneration
Condemned to a sacred life
Conquest of the obligatory damnation
Drafts of doom exaggerate the lies
Prepare my son for termination

3. Trial By Fire

[Derech]

Where is the evil on the day we rejoice?
November the fifth, we all hear his voice
A whispered voice that his plan was complete
The house of hell burnt to their feet

Burn him bonfires
Sat him on flames
Guy Fawkes alive
Immortalized

The taste of the air phosphoric thrill
The spills of ejecta, lavic and bright
The works of fire made with a skill
Explosions of violence to mettle the night

We keep him alive, why do we care?
We'll low the government into the air
Martyred, Guy Fawkes alive, immortalized
He dies again

Burn him bonfires
Sat him on flames
Guy Fawkes alive
Immortalized

We keep him alive, why do we care?
We'll low the government into the air
Martyred, Guy Fawkes alive, immortalized
He dies again

A clap of fire-burst and gunpowder smells
The flame of excitement in veins that swell
The blood of rebellion, the devil may care
To honour the faithful with valour to dare

Burn him bonfires
Sat him on flames
Guy Fawkes alive
Immortalized

Guy Fawkes on thorns, hopes for the day
When someone of courage fulfills his dreams
To rid us of this torment, blaster cremate
A church of hate this house has been

We keep him alive, why do we care?
We'll low the government into the air
Martyred, Guy Fawkes alive, immortalized
He dies again

4. Besieged Citadel

[Fin]

Nothing moves in the forest, darkened shadows
In overgrown fields a corpse hangs on the gallows
The Necromancer ponders and apprentice in death
An evil spell to revive his youthful breath

Summoning demons to assist him in his goal
No thoughts for consequence
No, he has lost his soul

Observed from the void...

High in his castle alone in the night
Shadows the sun, alone in his might
Fragments of mind, in death he seeks to live
Demons he asks their secrets to give

Die, die, he cannot die
Defying death with a cast of a spell
Die, die, refusing to die
Necromancer, alone with his hell

Seeking flesh, sacrifice his wraith, lust rituals always wants more
Abused and lifeless, bodies lay tortured and drained on the floor

Necrosanct wars observed from the void
Always battle and gore, as field run blood
How evil the cause? Shall he make his claim?
To be fighting again, but his life hangs on a thread blood red

Summoning demons to assist him in his goal
No thoughts for consequence
No, he has lost his soul

Hoards fill the citadel from the villages around
Swords held by ghouls brings the stragglers down
Death is n haven for the villagers now
As the evil necromancer raises them from the ground
Homes are ablaze as the war-dancing ghouls
Rant and rave at the soldiers on the city walls
Swearing their vengeance, glaring with glee
Grinning at the living, the hated enemy

In the city within its walls armed with weapons an men
To the gods they pray, a miracle to send
Observed from the void

No sanctuary, walls crumble like dust
Against the head, weapons are rust
In the city is slaughter, no mercy shown
Blood red mist, a king overthrown

Death delights death as day turns to night
Thousands die, always alone
One man's might
Observed from the void

High in his castle alone in the night
Shadows the sun, alone in his might
Fragments of mind, in death he seeks to live
Demons he asks their secrets to give

Die, die, he cannot die
Defying death with a cast of a spell
Die, die, refusing to die
Necromancer, alone with his hell

Die, die, he cannot die
Defying death with a cast of a spell
Die, die, refusing to die
Necromancer, alone with his hell

5. Sacrificial Lust

[Derech]

Reflected in the doorway in front of him
Maeldun saw Leucosia's form change and warp
Saw her hunch down as her legs and arms seemed drawn into her
Her features shifted and sharpened and as he turned around the creature
That had been Leucosia, rose up on huge leathery wings
That almost completely filled the room...

Staggering back!
Catching a glimpse of the siren fiend
Crow goddess of death
Leathery wings now striking his arms
Send him crashing and sliding polished stone
Flames of the candles tugged to her wings
And died as Maeldun tried to escape
Her pointed break, struck the stones
Her claws crackling, scratching in his wake

How strong was the siren's night sight?
He edged himself along the wall
In absolute darkness, in panic and fear
His fingers touched the fat tube of candle

Air parted as claws struck a hand span from his ear
He twisted beneath the siren's wing her gaping mouth so near

Claws struck in insensate fury
As Maeldun knifed the wax
It sank into soft foul smelling plumage
The creature screamed in attack

He threw himself upon her back
One hand digging into matted fur
His other drawing back her head
But the wings clapped above him

A blur Maeldun stunned, slipped off her back
A handful of heartbeats whirl around
Then conscious again he saw her stamping
Hooked talons pinning him down

Maeldun wondered why he could see
And a womanish cry echoed in pain
He caught the stench of burning plumage
Of scorching flesh, the curling of flames

Leucosia reared as Maeldun thrust up
Toppling her off him, thanking his luck
Her huge wings bent but her flailing claws
Caught him across the chest as he swung

He staggered back against the wall
Fire and ice in his lungs
It was then that he saw the hole in the roof
And he painfully climbed from the cavern uncouth

He looked at the siren
Blindingly crashing around the room
Demon – trashing wings
Only serving now to fan the flames
Drawing them in and onto herself

The pain in his ribs made him want to be sick
A Leucosia lumbered past
Spots of colour danced in his eyes
And he clawed his way up in gasps

Leucosia turned towards the sound
And began again to transform
Maeldun paused at the top and looked down
But all he could see was wild crackling flame

Again Leucosia in human form
Retaining her leathery wings
Pursues her prey and the flame wreathed around her
Like serpents, like tongues, flickering

6. In Death

[Fin]

Destiny wields its foreboding hand
Agonizing lobotomy of death
Assumed consequence of impending doom
Phlegm drowned lungs gasp for breath

Rambling tongue of wisened man
Prepare your time of judgement
Monoliths of your momentous past
Indiscriminate persecution
Awaiting death's moment

Awaiting to die
Immersed in void
Caress oblivion
Equal in death
Perplexing mist
Nostalgic dreams
Sense distort
Equal in death

Anxious cries in blood laced throat
Arteries bulge as the venom begins to flow
Organs collapse with spasms of rot
Idiosyncratic mumblings pain not known

Incurable disease sweeps the body
Twitching convulsions dripping pus and gore
Unreasoning pain of callous possession
Clutch your writhing body upon the floor

Preconceptions
Acquiesance achieved
Inclinations collide
Equal in death
Death succumbed to all
Experience fading away
Equal in death

Unleashed boundaries of mortal man
Analyzing thoughts of an irrational mind
Chosen time is come, philistine die
Your fate predestined, await the time

Functioned fatalities quickly crumble
Indecipherable stammerings yield to life
Physicians ponder of your condition
Little hope as from your stealth
You draw your knife

Equal in death!

7. Vigilante

[Derech]

A darkened corner of the yard hides an old yew tree
Her tapping roots bugle and writhe the earth contorts in agony
A vault revealed of blackened stone of aching limbs and ancient bone
The immortal vigilante rises from the tomb of purgatory

The vigilante with shield of fire
Wields a battle axe honed from bone
His morbid battle shall be won and was shall be no more

He carries zealously a casket of God, ebony and pearl
A maiden girl with innocent hands delicately carved the burl

If he wills his time and place the pain has ripped him raw
But ever a grimace of wandering eye will benefit his foe

The urn held the hearts of three soldiers bold
One a centurion, one a barbarian, the last a private, a hero untold
The hearts were taken in glorious celebration in victorious combat thrones
The very soul of vital fire entrapped in blood enthroned

The vigilante with shield of fire
Wields a battle axe honed from bone
His morbid battle shall be won and was shall be no more

As centuries mocked the cage of time, man fell below
His creation destroyed the world, memories of long ago
Flood with a vengeance for this mother's death
He dare not let go...

A mighty cluster of metallic luster crowns his head of bone
His arms enhance the strength of kings
His skin resembles tattered clothes
And yet he marches ever on in silence and alone
Never turning, ever dying, scarcely even known

The vigilante with shield of fire
Wields a battle axe honed from bone
His morbid battle shall be won and was shall be no more

He gained the keys to open the city, seven set upon a stone
The first, the fifth, the third dripped blood, the rest in runic code

The lords of chaos gave him these
In concealed crypts of pallid glow
Empowered the vigilante's task his mother
Temperance wails and moans

If he wills his time and place the pain has ripped him raw
But ever a grimace of wandering eye will benefit his foe

The vigilante with shield of fire
Wields a battle axe honed from bone
His morbid battle shall be won and was shall be no more

The vigilante with shield of fire
Wields a battle axe honed from bone
His morbid battle shall be won and was shall be no more

8. Equananimous Deterioration

[Fin]

Equanimately shattered as limbs rot and swell
Strength falsified by spasms of pain
Nucleoid form, you envisage your disconsolance
Embalmed in laminate as tumours consume your brain

Catastrophe unleashed feeding of the slain for sustenance
Plague dissects the living tyranny quelled under dominance
Intoxicating, evisceration, decomposed limbs lying everywhere
Lingering decay undisturbed, stench defecated the nostrils and air

Populace cling to existence
Limbs fester like rust
Mutilated corpses decay
Tissue dispensed like rust

Invisible ethereal beings plot the fall of humanity
Unforeseen the onslaught, famine, disease and insanity

Engulfed in the Realm of Nurgle, to fester and rot for eternity
Prominent malfunctions oozed and separated for centuries
Non-coherent masses, their weapons primitive tools
Their language defunct, their speech of gibbering fools
Emotions compelled to kill, fanatical obsessive chores
Pre-apocalyptic victims, a mass of unhealing sores

Invisible ethereal beings plot the fall of humanity
Unforeseen the onslaught, famine, disease and insanity

Conjugal bond on unclean beasts
Dance of decay, insipid feast
Father Nurgle points his necrotic hand
Viscid fluid secreted on his land

Demanding amulets of mouldered flesh, a fell awesome
Uncouth vengeful friction of eternity normally drenched in truth
Bipedal bodies abort fetid limbs his skin Nero's digested
Internal organs so nourishing unclean one now rested
Horrific manifestations, their appearance taking shape
Earth spews chaotic mutants, dismemberment with hate

Lying dormant for centuries
Arise, our lord of flies
Unforeseen the onslaught
Legions that won't die

Effluence stains the land, usurper clutches domain
Beguiled implicit hypocrisy, nurglings chomp his remains
Pus encumbered tyrant, his domain now lies in ruins
The monarch's palace deserted food and gore lie rotting

Plague dissects the living
Wilting foliage upon the ground
Malignant tumours within the earth
Frenetic combustions abound

Lying dormant for centuries
Arise, our lord of plague
Unforeseen the onslaught
Congenital decay

Deceased, unhealthy, sickly, morose
With pestilence, virus infect your host
Adulterate, corrupt, defiled and contaminate
Exulterate and waste our lord of decay

As fetid forests burn back to the cavern to jubilate
Nurglings rummage in his flesh others quashed under his weight
Plague bearers calculate the casualties oblivious to the carnage about
Nurglings fondle their lord beats feats and shout
Nurglings rummage in his flesh rotted a clotted cess
Beast-men feed on their lord feeding off crud his ribcage a nest

9. Necronomicon

[Rik]

Alone in darkness, obsession to control
Crackling of manuscripts, the ritual unfolds
Presence of mind cannot be found inside
Absorbing the cryptic messages predating mankind

Necronomicon...

Learning the secrets of primal ones, the watchers in the dark
The incantations of summoning, of nightmares and discord
Knowledge that should never be straining at the mind
Cascading flow of conscience, sanity left behind

Drawing out the talisman, under the glowing moon
Mumbling thoughts of blasphemy, the power comes too soon
Below in vaulted darkness, in anger and despair
Shifting in its plasmic void, the watchers starts to stir...

Magus adept, his power untold
Calling darkness, the portal holds
Under the earth, Pazuzu awaits
For eldritch incants to open the gate

Stoop not down therefore, unto the darkly splendid world
Wherein continually with a faithless depth and Hades wrapped in clouds
Delighting in unintelligible images, precipitous, winding
A black, ever-rolling abyss, ever espousing body
Unluminous formless void

Moon falls behind the clouds, the time is yet at hand
Scribblings read aloud in darkness, the wisened voice of mortal man
Irreverence in the extreme, the carving of the stone
Starts to grow in eerie light, the earth begins to groan

A circle of light marks the gate, a crusted square of black
Green spots of iridescence, dance across the forming cracks
The Magus strikes the talisman, blue smoke engulfs his sight
A croak of cataclysmic glee and blood lust rend the night...

Demons unchecked rise within the circle of stones on the hill
Pazuzu leads them into the world of men, so they can kill
Reddened limbs and severed soul are hurled into the gate
Feasting in the underworld wakes the horrors from time and space

Man tormented, the great old ones arise
New world established, eternal wails and cries
Blind and idiot elder gods plot the world's doom
The Magus rocking madly, chained at Pazuzu's throne

Necronomicon...
Necronomicon...
Necronomicon...

10. Decreation

[Instrumental]








NECROSANCT LYRICS