Dark clouds of chaos Summons the king of fear Forces of Agharthi come forth Behold the Sumerian tears The abbey of dark where Awaiting the stormy sea
Step inside yourself and emerge Enter a realm of worlds There is more behind, more to find You're living through eyes so blind Embedded in hollowness
(Lyrics & Music: Andersson) Excruciating sickness the reprisal of your sins you stand and weep incurable sides infecting all parts of your skin you feeble
(Lyrics by hakansson; Music: Andersson) The awakening of the gods the rising of the souls here I lie tied to my bed awaiting the coming of ghouls I close
(J. Hamel) Walking past one, Do you want to try for Ottawa? Let's keep heading north, Where the sun doesn't boil. Five blocks past falling, Bricks and
(W.B. Yeats/J. Hamel) I will arise and go now, And go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, Of clay and wattles made. Nine bean rows will I have
(J. Hamel) Four and sixty years ago, high in Dunlavy's Castle, Stood and lady and maid, in the light of a fire, Making ready for a run. Four hundred men
Come my own one, come my fair one, Come now unto me, Could you fancy a poor sailor lad, Who has just come from sea? You are ragged love, you are dirty
A farmer lived in the North Country, Hey ho, bonny-o, He had daughters one, two, three. One was as bright as is the sun, And coal black grew another one
Well, Jenny's a sweet young body, Jenny's seldom dry, Draggled her petticoatie, comin' through the rye. If a body meet a body comin' through the rye,
Merry month of June, And from my home I started, Left the girls of Tuam, Nearly broken hearted; Saluted father dear, Kissed my darlin' mother, drank a
Lately last night, I was asked to a wedding, The wedding of one who proved unkind, For all that day as she thought of her bridegroom, Thoughts of another
(J. Hamel) I will gladly go where I have never travelled, I will gladly go where I have never been. And he rumbles and he purrs, And his eyes are large
Living Flesh On The Row Heading Towards Certain Death Chambers Full Of Zyklon-B Ready For Mass Extermination Sheep Without Will To Fight Illusion Of
in feet of the father children crying for mercy taking last breath before the eucharist eat it - the blessed flesh drink it - divine fluids from father
Haunted by Sad Thoughts Embraced in darkness Doll of Darkness Under the Spell We Created Vulnerable Soul Under Dark Surface Doll of Darkness Broken Under
their lies they can't see blaze in our eyes we are the ones who hold the torch and purge the world with beautiful flames clandestine blaze
The slaves And servants The followers And masses Meaningless And Undedicated Weak And Degenerated Strenght Of Individual Power Of The Mind Ones Ideology
