WITCHCRAFT LYRICS

1. Burning New Inferno

Deep under this sick Earth or anywhere
Locked up in purity and rest
Under seven padlocks which are guarded by
Seven Seven Seven Seals...
Gates are closed not showing the Fire
The consuming flame of Mistycism
HE wants us all
They laugh-we cry
Bathing in desire and torment

Cowards praying for salvation
Valiants waiting rigidly
For the coming Death
And we.....
If everyone could know the truth

It burns us, sulphur runs into our lungs
It's not the end, nor the apocalypse
How naive we believed in...
And how many we were...
We saw billions screaming
Cowardly crawlers-crawlers
Weteyed fleshcolumns columns
Maybe thus it was good, maybe not...

The biblical fear will will come
As a scornful and lustful shade
The torch of blindness will come
Scorches our inner selves
Also the great Laugher will come
The Master of credulousness

And together with Him will
The Burning New Inferno come
And cover us with his strange
Veil of Oblivion

2. Mortis Hominum Salvator

In my dream I saw dead landscape
Where a Sable Angel stood among the lambs

From the blind flock
Rose the oldest One
And spoke to the fearful angel
Who had come from sky

Hardly I could hear their words
But clearly I understood only the end...

The Ancient Lamb:
"One with the flock - one with me
I and my sinful brothers have been
Waiting since our Father was crucified
On the hill of Golgotha
Bring us light - the promised land
Where faithful souls don't have any End
Godsent saviour, hear my words...
Cleanse our guilthy souls!"

The Sable Angel:
"Your request is a pleasure for me
Just pray and kneel before me"

One of the eyeless flock:
"But our holy lord, why do you need
That sacred scythe?"

The Sable Angel:
"Because - my sweet children- Sine Sanguinis
Effusione Non Fit Redemptio..."

And than I saw how the Death danced
With open wings so gracefully
Resolutely he spread the Seeds
Of macabre dreams...
Corpse on corpse
Their blood is like a scarlet brook
The scythe, as a brush, painted
A beautiful picture on the dead meadow
Colouring the lifeless Nature
On that miraculous night
When the pale moon died.







WITCHCRAFT LYRICS