Sacrificial Chants and Haunting Refrains

Defilement of Ancient Tombs


We defile the ancient graves of thine ancestors
Tearing apart the resting places that once housed lowly spirits
Released from deaths embrace we send them forth
To reek havoc and destruction upon the world of the living
Spread the ashes of the sacrifice around the violated sarcophagi
Teem the souls of the since past with bleeding life
Spewn forth from the all-conquering darkness


Inject life into the walled fortresses of decay
Promote the hellacious plan to conquer the living
In torment ye shall arise and be buried
Cling to precious death as thine body burns for flesh


Mist covered temples of the doomed and damned
Bury with age the untapped power of infernal creation
Fear not, for as you rise you shall gain more power than you thought possible
My words shall form an unholy covenant
As you destroy, I beseech you to remember it was I who you gave you the gift of living death
Upon my call return to your crypts
Only to be raised again when my desires command such atrocity


Go Forth, You of Nocturnal Torment


I am the great wizard
Sending dooms and deaths from my evil throne
Starfire burns brightly from my nocturnal kingdom
Go forth, you of nocturnal torment
Plague the living with your haunting refrains
Blacken their hearts and ravage the souls
The screams of ages echo as the old ones arise
Prepared to receive my sacrifice


I am the great wizard
Sitting on my ebony throne
Gazing at the bleak night sky
Which casts a shadow upon the kingdom of the weak
My necromancy remains supreme
Unperturbed for aeons of torment
Blast through the ages of the unholiest of creations
For sooth, now ye have come to know my power
But cannot comprehend the doom that shall befall you
Inflicted by me the black wizard


None shall conquer
Through the forest of eternity I spread my wrath and dismay



Heretical Burnings of Virgins on the Eve of the Feast of the Great Old Ones


We carry virgins
The Great Old Ones must be appeased
Burned at the stake
We carry virgins
Before the ashes arise
Prepare the sacrifice


Autumnal winds signal the coming
To the edge of the great abyss we bring sacrifical offerings
Twilight seeps into our accursed souls
Demons arise to accept our sacrifice
Before the ashes begin to burn the flesh of the pure and devout
Bestow us with power immortal
Upon thee I call


Chet nment agongdut azhul
Retseti thoth amon colingu
Tetsu relag aungutu sebat thogsetoth


The beast has arisen


"Who disturbs me from my everlasting slumber?
Calling me forth from the unholy deep"


"Why was I chosen to feed this monstrosity?
Surely no sane world could house a creature as foul as this
Curse the soul of those who created it
If they are not already so"


"None in a milenia have attempted to appease my hunger. Your unholy wishes shall be granted, children of darkness and pain"


"It shall be so, master. Carry the girl to the stake. The flames of torment shall spire upward as her flesh is seared"


"No, let me not expunge my last breath upon this coffin funeral pyre. No......"


(Dooms and Deaths) Sent on Winds From the Mountains Beyond the Sea


Part I: Dooms


Dooms Deaths
Carried on winds from mountains
Beyond the sea are fallen empires of oblivion
Deaths Dooms
Are falling upon soon-haunted civilizations
Crumbling and crippled
Leperous incarnations of what once had been
Enter the night-haunted realms of antiquity


Part II: And


"Do you honestly think this world was created by benevolent gods who wish you happiness? Believing that there is some sort of everlasting order or sanity to the cosmos? Fools. We have tapped power far beyond your comprehension. Fear not those who do not exist. Cringe upon the haunting power of Night Haunts. Feel our wrath upon your souls as you listen in anguish to all that is unholy. Drink the torment of antiquity as you bow to our power immortal."


Part III:Deaths


Dooms Deaths
Carried on winds beyond mountains
The sea harbors all evil
Deaths Dooms
We draw our powers from the sea
From the dead and the ever-present darkness
Beyond the vast forest of thine soul
Lie the night-haunted realms of antiquity


Dooms and Deaths
Deaths and Dooms


DOOMS AND DEATHS


Damn Yourself

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