protect my beauty Velvet skin so pure and white Hear my name resounding like a hymn at dead of night Once I struck a servant She's a virgin free from
by those scorching rays In vicious grief these tears I shed, when beholding my fallen realm In shadows entangled, in solitude I mourn Cold hymns of obedience
[ENDYAMON:] I sing of Power, Magick and Faith A Sonnet of Pure Victory A Hymn to the Spirits of Freedom and Grace And whichever Gods there may be . . .
[MUSIC & LYRICS BY DAVID DEFEIS] [ELEKTRA & SLAVE WOMEN:] Gods of Night, Gods of Death I release thee Now from Bondage go forth upon my Quest Gods of
Under a serene sky Earth covers your gentle form in verdant fields Soul is reft from bodies To my head I raise A wreath of white flowers And cry "Unhappiness
the Virgin's Son Then to the watchful shepherds it was told Who heard the angelic herald's voice: "Behold, I bring good tidings of a Saviour's birth
lignes de rimes, je sens l'abime se creuser. L'esprit de famille prime. Je n'aspire qu'a un titre digne d'etre de ma clique, l'hymne. Je sens ma vie peser
[Intro: A hymn to the nightly] (Preserve, preserve) Preserve me from the rays of dawn. I only feast at night. My sharp claws taste the flesh. I am the
a glance would betroth She feared the light So when She fell like a sinner to vice Under austere, puritanical rule She sacrificed... Mandragora like virgins
with a bartered bride Likes to comb his hair with a dipper ride Once had a friend with a cloven foot Once he called the tune in a chequered quit Great
music brought forth by the wolves hymn Sumptuous feast of pale virgins Nudes under the gleam of the Silverorb In a foggy glade of a dim mounful forest
protect my beauty Velvet skin so pure and white Hear my name resounding Like a hymn at dead of night Once I struck a servant She's a virgin free from
protect my beauty velvet skin so pure and white hear my name resounding like a hymn at dead of night once I struck a servant she's a virgin free from
Beneath the rolling for hate ignites their eyes From their graves the dead rise to answer Nammtar's call On a twisted cross the virgin corpse hangs They
entranced to kill - Summoned from above A virgin bleeds upon the crest offered to the beast of death Piasa ! Spread your wings ! Piasa ! Hear our hymns
last sacrifice will be landscapes come to life A world of Blasphemy and endless time the horned master saw the vision through wine: drawn from Haunting chanting, hymns