1. Knekelvoeste

Beneveld deur de foezel in mien bloed,
graop ik 't vlees van mien voeste.

Knagen en knauwen as 'n ratte aan rot vlees,
ak de verdoemenis in de ogen van de duvel lees

As de vredesdoeve ontdaon wordt van zien veren,
schient de duvel 't hellelicht uut zien lanteern.

Gesnister uut 't kreupelholt is wat ik heur,
't liek dat der lig gef 'n gloepends vieze meur.

Voesten moeten hard en knokkelig wezen.
De laomer van christ staon in de riege,
Wacht maor, da'k ze in mien knekels kriege!

Botten zunder pezen
Botten zunder vlees
Wapens in 't duuster
Geven meer kwelling en kwaod

2. Black Bile Desecration

Black Bile
Inhuman might
Black bile
Desecration.

Hellpriest recites the words of blasphemy

Under this blood moon the circle of magic is drawn
Black breed is here to destroy, desecrate and kill
Desecrate and kill!
Desecrate and kill!
The cry of archangels sealed with an oath of bile
Summon the evil of night to make the virgin fall
Make the virgin fall!
Make the virgin fall!

Hell priest vomits to drown the christchild

Black Bile
Inhuman might
Black bile
Desecration.

In this soundless night
In hour of hate
Eleven priests for war
And one to desecrate

3. Ieskoald In Piene

Ze kommen, duustere engeln met 'n wens veur piene.
Vlerken uutspreid, duuster tegen de maoneschiene.
Deursteken de nachtlucht met een zweerd van ies,
'n nagel an mien kiste in 't aovendrood zo vies.

Ieskold in piene
Naodels deur de huud
Ieskold in piene

Ieskold in piene
Bloed in de maoneschiene
Ieskold in piene

As de nevel veur de maone langs jaogt,
verduusterd 'n deken van vlerken de maone.
Een hekeldicht van angstig gefluuster,
begleidt mie, as ik starf in de nacht tweiduuster.

Ieskold in piene
Starven in de kolde
Ieskold in piene

Ieskold in piene
In 'n zwarte kiste
Ieskold in piene

Gans allenig vuul ik de kolde kommen,
't vret an mie as vuur aan aske.
Stillegies heur ik mien grafstiene fluustern;
"met dood en ziekte bust du beter af"

Ieskold in piene
De dood integen
Ieskold in piene

Ieskold in piene
Lieken op een staopel
Ieskold in piene

Duustere engeln hebben heur wark daone,
kroepen over de grond, graaiend in 't bloed.
Knekelige klauwen om mien kraoge,
mien leste aodem en de dood is zoet

Starven in de kolde
In 'n zwarte kiste
Ieskold in piene

4. Annexation To The Pentagram

Pentagram, bloodcult of the night
Beastpreacher, in stench being born
Blood vomit, in night of the kings
Annexation to the pentagram

With wrath wrapped in chains
The hell priest draws blood from wounds
Murder under skyline of the wolfmoon
Tonight's the night to sacrifice

Beastpreacher, in stench being born
Annexation to the pentagram

Occult night, of deathlike eternity
Blood drenched, thirst for holy blood

With wrath wrapped in chains
The hell priest draws blood from wounds
Murder under skyline of the wolfmoon
Tonight's the night to sacrifice

Blood vomit, in night of the kings
Beastpreacher, in stench being born

to the pentagram

5. Scars On My Wrists

Scars on my wrists, frostbite in my veins
Scars on my wrists, bleed for the demon breed
Scars on my wrists, my sacrifice to you

Night calls my name
Pain ties my chains
Slicing through flesh
Wrists bound in pain

Razor shiny metal
Carving the symbols
When metal touches flesh

RAZOR SHINY METAL!!

Blade sinks far into my skin
Amazed how much it bleeds
Razor shiny metal
Testify in blood and poison the path of God
Mark me, cut me, watch me bleed
Razor shiny metal

Scars on my wrists, frostbite in my veins
Scars on my wrists, bleed for the demon breed
Scars on my wrists, razor shiny metal

Night calls my name
Pain ties my chains
Slicing through flesh
RAZOR SHINY METAL!

6. Hexencult

Look at deaths door, still scream for more
Sabbath witch cult Hell
Got soul to sell, midnight cult strikes
Deprave all lust of men

Sacrifice a virgin's cunt the whore that licks the goat
Put a dagger in her chest Satan lays her soul to rest

Death decrease and Hell

Death decrease and Hell

Look at deaths door, still scream for more
Sabbath witch cult Hell
Got soul to sell, midnight cult strikes
Deprave all lust of men

Death decrease and Hell

Angels fell and were defiled
merchants of Lucifer came and destroyed morning light
Witches spell like a gunshot through the night
murder is airborne with the wind as we fight

Sacrifice a virgin's cunt the whore that licks the goat
Put a dagger in her chest Satan lays her soul to rest

Death decrease and Hell

7. Sarin Attack

Let the breed decay

Stigma of our nemesis, sarin attack
Eternal doomsday, sarin attack
Death to the world, sarin attack
Human melt down, sarin attack

On a crusade to destroy the world

Sarin attack, paralysing holy lungs
Sarin attack, destructive acronym
Sarin attack, unleashing unholy artillery
Sarin attack, vomiting Christian pigs

Stigma of our nemesis, sarin attack
Eternal doomsday, sarin attack
Death to the world, sarin attack
Human melt down, sarin attack

Sarin attack, unleashing unholy artillery
Sarin attack, 2033

On a crusade to destroy the world

Stigma of our nemesis, sarin attack
Eternal doomsday, sarin attack
Death to the world, sarin attack

Rape of the world!

8. Slaughtering Blasphemic Hellforce

Blades of the aggressors
Crushing and cleaving
Slaughtering blasphemic hellforce
Born to blaspheme and kill

Slaughtering blasphemic hellforce
Slaughtering blasphemic hellforce

Blood red night, stars bare the sign
Now we fight for victory, fight for the sign of hell

Aggressors on the rise

Aggressors on the rise
No mercy for the weak and the wounded
Bloodstained blades in their flesh
Blades of the aggressors
Blades of the tormentors
Knifes and swords gleam

Blades of the aggressors
Crushing and cleaving
Slaughtering blasphemic hellforce
Born to blaspheme and kill

Aggressors on the rise

Aggressors on the rise
No mercy for the weak and the wounded
Bloodstained blades in their flesh
Blades of the aggressors
Blades of the tormentors
Knifes and swords gleam

Slaughtering blasphemic hellforce
Slaughtering blasphemic hellforce

9. Striem'n Op De Pokkel 1227

Heilige riddergies
op witte peerden
riedend uut westen
in naom van de grote Lippe

wiezend naor 't oosten
grote kruus van de biebel onder de armen

striedend met haoken en bielen, stiegende scharpe zweerden
't geluud van starvend vlees over de uutgestrekte vlakten
wegzakt in de blubber en afslacht as schaopies, allent deur de Drentse nevel

Striemen op de pokkel
zien ziel onder de armen
stiekeldraod um de kop
wat bielen in de rugge
een stok in de reet
in 't veen liggen te rotten

Heilige riddergies
op witte peerden
riedend uut westen
in naom van de grote Lippe
wiezend noar 't oosten
grote kruus van de biebel
striedend met haoken en bielen, stiegende scharpe zweerden
wegzakt in de blubber en afslacht as schaopies, allent deur de Drentse nevel

Das Todestal

Gar weit in Moor und Nebel liegt
ganz einsam fern den Weltenlärm,
wo Hollands Greze ist
ein Todestal tief im Mist

Es liegt so still und kalt,
eingesloschen von grunen Tann
Es schauen uns ganz so alt
am Weg die Toten an, Toten an

Gar weit in Moor und Nebel liegt
ganz einsam fern den Weltenlärm
wo Hollands Grenze ist
ein Todestal tief im Mist