1. The Occult Lore

(intro)

2. Behold The Corpse Revived

No one be aware of this secret rite
A meeting held when moon gets black
Longing for knowledge, exhume the body
And rob its funeral drapes

Crackling torches arranged in circle
Enlighten barely the uncovered grave
The Pentacle of Saturn is drawn on the cloth
To summon mourn and scourge

Reverse the Funeral, Perverse Black Art
Enthralls the coven, Behold the corpse revived!

Recalled from the Dark plane, loth to return
Imprisoned back in flesh
Bloodcurdling moans reveal the Doom
And speak in tongue of Death
Hail Grandmasters of high Necromancy!
Unchain with spells the arcane pent wrath
Curse and damn and blast them all
I sworn my eternal spurn

Reverse the Funeral, Perverse Black Art
Enthralls the coven, Behold the corpse revived!

"Coniuro vos omnes demones odiosos et malignos, invidios et discordes, per eternitatem omnium creatorum,
per omnes sanctos et sanctas dei, per omnes reges et dominatores inferi,
per nomina demonum Astaroth, Asmodeus et Baal: quatenus quantum odium inter vos existit
et quantum inter Cayn et Abel fuit, tantum inter homines protinus inseratis.
Accendite itaque ipsos, et taliter inflametis quod unus alterum videre non valeat, ymo
uno reliquum in innumerabili odio rebellis affligat.
Removeatur ab omnibus omnis amor, dilectio, fraternitas et compago.
Et ad inimicitiam ac omne odium maximum convertantur."
(Codex Latinus Monacensis 849)

3. Maleficence

A request of Evil had long been sent
And now the owl's grim hoot forbodes the Event
Praying odes quietly rise from the sorcerers' lairs
Yearn mad to follow the clink of the Black Dog's chain

The night prevails much faster and the birds stop sing
These woods are shrouded in dark, aware of what's going to begin
Chrism and oils were stolen from the churches, holy cross is raped
Hexens proud ride the night, Asmodeus awaits!

Witch-Queens of Hell, diabolical
From the Stygian Realms arise
To the rite! To the rite now! To the rite!
Maleficence!

Emissaries of primal darkness revere the God of the Dead
Renew the atavic hatred to work malice on men
Priesthood of the goat-horned religion attend the sacrament feast
Join hands around the bonfire and celebrate the madness' begin!

Witch-Queens of Hell, diabolical
From the Stygian Realms arise
To the rite! To the rite now! To the rite!
Maleficence!

4. Witchlord

оригинал: Evol

Moon is black tonight
Silence is mantling every sound
Shadows coming down the hills
Fires are burning in the clearing

Witches are dancing, ghosts around the pot
Crying, praying, summoning the Witchlord

"Witchlord, come to us, thine servants 'till the end
Possessed by Evil, we're trembling for thy strength"

Wind blows shaking the treetops
Lightning flashing through the sky
Thunder frightening men asleep
Black shapes coming out the pot

Witches are bowing boneless before the dark smoke
Weeping, shaking, summoning the Witchlord

"Witchlord, come to us, thine servants 'till the end
Possessed by Evil, we're trembling for thy strength"

A blaze of darkness from the Reign of Black strikes the pot in the middle of the glade;
A gust of smoke rising from the circle melts to poison as two horns appear;
A voice of sickness from a goated helm fills the air with a mortal stench:

"Kneel, my servants, I heard your sick pleas, the time has come to fight for your faith.
Evol, my Lord, sends me to drive you, the storm of Death we will bring on earth.
Thunder, Plague, Wind, Flood, come to my request, Father give me strength.
Rise up your weapons and follow my dark sword, creators of darkness bow to the Witchlord"

5. When Darkness Prevails

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6. Ruthless Profaners

A lonely church is opened
But that's not time for prayers
Alone and helped by darkness
We're here to desecrate
A sudden thrill has seized us
Slinking on through the gate
The smell of incense fresh burned
Excites the rape...

A real madness drives us
Prepare the censer for the mass
The Mass! The Mass!

Rege Satanas... Rege Satanas...