![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
| Necrolord Lyrics |
| (1997) |
![]() |
| The Fallen 1997 - Lyrics: 1-6 |
| Track 1 - Black Future: |
| Track 2 - The Fallen |
| Seeking out sanctuary no where to run. Black future, the fall of the sun. Unearthly deeds of false prophecies, givin birth to this unholy land. Millions of years have been and gone, the suffering of your soul grows strong. Embrace in whats yet to come. Eternal feasting of the lifeless ones, terminal sun. Fuck to create, humans of hate, dropping from the cunts. To desicrate, believed in your fate, but no future. At last we meet again, your weak soul could not survive the slaughter. You broke the circle. Fucked by the demons, of evolution, end of creation. Black future. Beyond impure, helpless bodies entombed in burning ruins, the scenes of gore, bones and corpses scattered limbs buried with their crucifix. Eternal slaughter, the battle has been won. You preach your destiny calls, fuck the holy one, angels of sin, satan will win. Lost in this pandamonium, welcome to black future fullfill your destiny. Entombed in burning ruins, from combustion, ripped up and burst. Prophecies of this dieing planet beyond impure black future. Find the door to hell, theres no sanctuary just the end. Seeking out sanctuary no where to run, black future the falling of the sun. Fucked by the demon of evolution. Earth abyss. Send your welcome to the burning earth, black future, black future... |
| Death fall from the sky, race is fried, birth of this evil earth, heaven is falling. The spreading of plagues, biological war, the fallen reigns upon all. Cemicals, man made death, under satans supervison, following the blood then storm the gates, reborn in this prison. End all the victoms of the third world war. Immortal soul thats trapped in hell, the place that trains us all to kill, don't need a book dont need a bible, cause its the end theres no survival. No one will leave this place alive. The fallen, the fallen, the fallen, there fallen, you will surrender to the fall. Corpses burn, dead on the mark persision. Dead your soul is drained, after death, convert to liqwid. They told you we would burn, did you listen, no, they told you the earth would rot, and now its fallen, fear the fall. Death is living there among us, bewarned. Death fall from the shy, fear left here to die. The fall! |
| Track 3 - Demon Breeder |
| Breeding time, bitches are hung wile burned alive, burning time, did not comply with the act of sodomy brought upon by me, fucked on a stake like a knif. Fucking virgin christians, making them give head, coating their throths with globs of cum, planting my seed, inserted deep, demon breeder. Taken captive filling the womb. her tight ass burns wile i cum. Fresh young virgins are broken in, It is part of our religon to fuck you. Lords of the darkness possesses me, fufillment of lustfull desires, planting the fluid of satans seed. Fucking virgin christians, making them give head. coating their throths with globs of cum, the demon breeder. Sodomize, cum in your eyes, devirginized. Repolsive acts of sodimy taken place in front of me, joining in the sergery, fuck em til my dick is bleeding. Breeding demons. Skerming til the crack of dawn infection of the holy ones. Breeder for the demons giving birth to satans son. Demon breeder! |
| Track 4 - Senceless Preaching |
| On your knees beging for forgivness, to a world thats dead. Repenting for your own death. Decit buried deep, conjering of the moskam, darken your soul sent to the world below. Burning with the beast for your teachings, an ending to the senceless preaching, hypocrits and and blasphemous look foward to meeting with him. Evoke the soul your burning body wont be set free, excrucating blasphemy, eyes ripped out so you can't see. Repenting for your sins of temptation, mourning for the loss of salvation. Glorified the master sleeps, dreaming of the destiny that he for keeps. Unholy land of worship, the smell of christians burning, come catch a wiff, of the burning christian stiff. Satanic worship is concieved, unholy signs of disbelief. The circle of the corpses on fire, the yearning of defeat will prevail, in hell. Storms of fire ignite, burning christians alive, blackened corpses fry. Serve on to! |
| Engulfed in the night, jump in the flames, picketing the church of christ, the end, fucking your priest with a knif. Enbolmed with steel. Hiding behind the cross could not save you. Hunting you, stalking you church, the torture reversed, you faggot how does it feel. Disemboweled killing the priest, kneling one last time, kicked i the face, dripping with piss, revenge of the unholy. Watching you die within this fucked up house of detention. Burn him out, burn him out. Born for dieing behind the cross, birth of darkness, begining of the end goes on. Fucking home of idots, feed to the voltures. Death covered in christian blood, decomposed lieing in the sun roasting and stinking. Hiding behind your cross, crying behind your cross, dieing, behing your cross, behind the cross. Thought you could hide from your blasphemous lies. |
| Track 5 - Hiding Behind The Cross |
| Track 6 - Winds Of Mayhem |
| Up on the mountains, in the mistfilled night, flashes of lightning, with blasing ice. It must be the apocolipse, unholy blood that the heavens piss. Reviel the full moon, corress your soul. Attack the light fight the enemy, the final day and final night, feel the cold of the frezing sky, the sun will never rise or shine. Clensing the holy land, jesus remains your god, but we are the servants of a future form of satan. Dust to dust return to the universe, wrath of the fallen angels we watch them burn. New world possessed by god, new god, spirit of the frozen sun. Feel your body rise as earth begins to fall, feel the power of the demons below, they fear the light, spirits of the night hear the last of your calls. Now moonlit pale hell, no mountains would be found. Behind the heavens, a return of hell. From dust to dust return us to the universe. Fighting to survive, this evil from the sky, demons fear the moonlight, but praying to god wont save us. Fighting the apocolipse a date with mighty satan, winds of mayhem freze all! |