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LITANY LYRICS
"Rehearsal 03'" (2003 Demo)
1. Solemn
2. Demon's Lament
3. Plunder Thy Gods
4. 666
5. Litany
1. Solemn
O heereth my song through the wells of sounds it whisp'reth
O heereth my plea through woes of solemn hearts
O hearken i my soul sikes thy forgiveness
Sense my phos his light shall pave the waye
Solemn,solemn
Solitude shall leave this night
Solemn,solemn
Writtings on the wall
Solemn,solemn
Desperation,leave, this night
Solemn,solemn
Who shall heed thy call
Nam'less ghouls rip the flesh
O'the dead who runnen hir course
Spirits flye,angeles crye
For the men who end His presence
Charon awaits,the men to fall
By the hand of (the) solemn God
Priests and saints spreadeth the oath
They shall leave hir God 'lone
{Brave wights without fear
They kithen courage,valour and mercy
They stand 'side Him 'nd bring light
Spread the words o'the holy one}
2. Demon's Lament
The liege o' love
Descendeth therein
Where cimmerian dwells
The peccables wailen
With bemournful cries
Soon they shou'd know
Demonic sikes
Announce hir dolour
To (the) impassible lords
Lamentous pyres
Engulfen the place
To impurifye
The rebus of lif,the pabulum of soothe
Sempiternal rest,unalloy'd and pure
The liege lord abstergeth, hir lacrim souls
So sinners to wotten,and judges to crawlen
{Ye who unwillingly 'd been ygyv'd,into the netherworld's depth
Tis time for (youre) cicatrization,fr'm the parturient bale
He,who has the stevene of illudness,the abbe with the virulent smile
His bards shall be vanish'd into silence,and his gelid demons will
plaine}
" The death's porte has been open found,the charon's cries no longer
sound
The holy light pranketh hir doubts,his feedin' phos bestrideth (the)
dreadfule founts
And his graceful beams bedeweth sinners' souls,thus,they knowen sooths
and
sacred laws
Godlike forgiv'ness hir atrabilariousness bedighteth,open'th withal the
golden portals of paradise
... and demons lament "
3. Plunder Thy Gods
On the day that you died
I blessed all the sinners
I gave them my image
I spoke them my lies
I dispatch evil souls
From the depths of my empire
And I send them to steal
From your people and you
Stay under my son on the day that you�ll praise Satan
Stay under my moon on the day that I�ll come to you
I bring the demise
I live in their eyes
They breathe and they fear
That raw evil comes
They sing on his grave
They follow the brave
They follow me
As I plunder thy sons
On my reckoning night
I�ll take back what is mine
For thy master is dead
On his flowery bed
4. 666
Yond the mountains,'neath the sea
All numbers up,for all the ones to see
Demon creatures sighen his name with screams
And bringen fear from the wickest dreams
Souls of good from the well doen moan
Hir sikes will burn till the break of dawn
No one seems to realise the smert that riseth
666
Above the waters at the break of day
Disgorgin' nightmares from the fallin' pray
Black winds 'll thunder and nether levels 'll crack
The light 'll be yvanish'd from the newborne dark
Pellucid metals shall reflect the hordes
Cruel ghosts 'll march with hir silver swords
The demon's princes shall shatter Heaven's plans
666
Upon his grave
I'll raise my child
The mark of beast
'Tis my sign
'Tis the force
of thousand pains
The lord o' doom
On earth shall reign
The sickest poison'd whore
She'll bring the child
With the winds of vengeance
And liege Satan's tide
Hell's bells will chime
Th� eshaton's time
The nightmare's nigh
The devil's prime
Up from the crypt
The force will rise
It'll bring thee pain
Sin and demise
Up from the crypt
Satan's bible,the black writ of old
A book wherein the dark legends told
the beast on earth,he shall reign and doom
Dark-ferocious creatures 'fore him 'll 'oom
And than bale stars shall draw the sign
Wher the souls of men will finally die
The olde prince angel shall win th� eventualle game
5. Litany
Enameled-cum-debonaire tunes enhaunst
Address'd to omni-deities 'nd the Fiers gost
Enablin' the promotione of distaf 'nd soule
Of the soil-borne creatures as a hoole
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Ministers of benefice,compeers of light
Granteth wights assoiling,foryiven unright
Hir benedightnesse at fine o' the rogatione
Lift hir psyches up to hir final destinacioun
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Apport to the masses
Abbatial apparences
Cor!Hir heigh witting
How mickle's creeping
Thus our sentence,Pardie
Agains hem 'll blow alee
Upon my peril!i to you
Will be alle so goode 'nd true
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