Inquisition

Burning fire From the depths of Hell Your powers I invoke With these words I chant... Winds of fire; burn flames of Satan's realm Destroy holy skies for the end of light Open gates of Hell I call upon your forces Release your fire gods Burn with prid

Rising as a king, flying through the blackness Echoes of wicked screams soaring through the starlit skies Rays of hate from Satan's eyes, curse of death to you I cast Drink the serpent's venom seed, fall now you doing one Majesties of moonless skies

Rituals in the night under black moon skies. I will open gates of unknown time. I will breathe my fire towards the cosmic eye. In the crypt shadows sounds of black arise Immortality I seek. Winds of death, thrones of black Call the ones as I chant Fa

Come to the cryptic tombs, hear their call Fire rises up high from the mouth of Hell Strong as iron and steel I attack with hate Dark legions in service of Satan strike with lethal fate Destroy sons of Christ - Attack sons of Christ Rise of the sharp

Rise...pagan ones Rise...satans sons Rise...shields and swords Rise...sounds of war Destroy realms of light Burning heavens throne Reigning ancient ways New world here to stay Satan lives, satan lives, Satan lives, satan lives. Rise...red eyed beast

Christian warriors in the fields defending white light realms of god. Raising flags of war up high, blood and flesh we shed with might. Crushing, killing on command, these are weapons from the black. Ancient war cult of holy lands surging into lands

Baptised in black goat blood on the mystic altar Infernal gods of death bless thy sons of Satan Raise the knife; cut the goat, drain its blood And fill the chalice Ancient words are spoken as the rite begins Members of the cult raise their torches hi

Storms of fire Bring my master Winds of evil Bring my master Summoning the ancients of doom Calling from the shadows of dawn Standing on the altar of stone Raising satans legion up high Gathered in the ancient woodlands Celebrating seeds of all sin T

Praise the symbol of Satan's might, bow before the darkest light Hold the torch and chant with pride, as the bells chime tonight we rise Dancing in shadows, casting dark spells where the holy ones hide Mystical fire, shining on the altar of the ancie

Sons of the God Satanas, lord of shadows, Raise your left hand; give the sign of the goat! I call upon demon thrones with these words: "My blood is yours king of mine... Lucifer". Black ritual knife in my hand held up high. I cut my flesh; slash

Dark evil winds that are blowing through the skies in the Realm of Satan's shadows are the sounds of tortured souls. Worshiping the pagan gods of unholy war in the darkest caves of ancient lands that inspire gloom. Roaming through the lonely forest c

In the cryptic shadows of the mystic full moon night, echoes from the chanting hymns of darkness bray with might. Here I stand in mountains where the pagan songs are sung, Only to invoke the mighty ancient king of hell. Satan, in the night we summan

Worshiper of Satan, Forever I am Loyal to my master, Ancient king of hell I summon demons, With unholy words Pentagram of fire, Burning sacred Gods Pantheon of Satan, In the cosmic realm Saddaned winds of death, Storming through the heavens Imperial

Strong mighty warriors of Satans cult arise Now is the time to kill followers of Christ Preachers of the Jewish faith must also meet their death Gather all your weapons for the war against the light Battlefields in churches is a vision we all have An

Sing the song of the seven winds as I spit the dragons fire. I summon deities of hate through unholy magic spells. Surging unto the cosmic realms in the search of ancient moan. From the chasms of asmodeus storms of chaos shall unleash. Chanting under

Lord of eternal might I sing to thee I raise my torch and worship thee King of all kings I swear to thee Forever I shall be loyal to thee I bow before thee You are my fire These words go to you Hail one of truth Fire burns! Loyal I shall be... 专辑:Mag

We are the warriors of Satan's legion We are the soldiers of infernal war Knife in my hand, axe in the other We are the killers in search of Christ Crush, Crush, Crush... Jesus Crush, Crush, Crush... Jesus Prepare for battle weak lambs of God Lord of

Crepuscular Battle Hymn - Inquisition Claws carving deep into wounds of war* Blood dripping slow from my axe of steel Crushed from the blow of my hammer strike Thrones made of gold crumble from the blast War, lord of mine bring me holy blood Knife in

Desolate Funeral Chant - Inquisition Wraith / oh! Cryptic One I see - black / the veiled one chanting near* Bray high songs of death, call tombs where they hide Sad dark hymns in the air, black - the covered one roaming near Winds chant songs of deat

Followers of heathen culture, gather! Now is the time to unite. We are the sons of a true god, mighty creator of our race. Elements of nature grant us wisdom, domination, power and control. Those are the ways of survival for existence of the wolven b