Nocturnal Worshipper
The Lords of Occultism (demo)
1. On High in the Heckti Mountain (Intro)
2. Fury of Demoniac Harvest
The mortal eyes of men will open with fright
The blindness of impunity turns the vision of the truth
The one that has horns on forehead
Command the devastation
The Master with your hosts
Only Evil can prevail
The glorious Black Horsemen
Ride fast over dark clouds
The infernal lightning strikes
The multitude that no believe in their eyes
The one that has the horns on forehead
Command the devastation
The Master with your hosts
Only Evil can prevail
The hurricane of fire cross the holy lands
The false kings see their thrones burning
The millenarian hereditability is broken by new law
Fidelity and mysticism is passed by father to son
Those who try flee, fools they should to join
Will be enclosed by final circle
Will be suffocated by their own precepts
Will suffer the inversion until happens
the union of the triangles
The swords cut off
The heads of mediocre
The sky is bloody
In earth: Death, Fire and Terror
Invincible in Battle
the Servants of the Horned Master
The world to be resigned
Before the Supreme Renovation
3. Cerimonial Circle
In the night the forces will be
In our side at celebration
In this morbid hour
The tyrannical desire guides our intention
Besides gravestones above of
Skeletons free of dead flesh
The moon is the only light, like an
Incestuous sister caressing our faces
[chorus]
In that night, in the dark
Hide the initiates
Those who dresses
In black, obstinates
They will form the circle
To invocation...
How many girls deliver body, life and soul
To the requesting tombs.
The lasciviousness of girls bathing in
Virginity wells reduced to mud
In a ritual of funeral purpose
Around the symbol in consecrated soul
The close of circle turns perceptible
The vibration that envolve everyone
[chorus]
The four guardians
Protect with swords and life
Nothing can go in or out
Of closed ritual
The mystical whispers
Spread in the undefatigable nocturnal wind
The burning candles shaping
A macabre mosaic in darkness
When you cry
When you fight
If you try to recoup your lucidity in the night
Only a master's touch
Make the fire reborn
Only a master's touch
Make the fire reborn
When you feel
In the blades of steel
The blood and fire as cold as ice
Cry...fight...night
[chorus]
4. Spectre Shadows
Many times, when the night comes
Bringing the white reflex that emerge
Of cruel depths of mortification
Carrying united: hate, fire and cold
Interlaced like a funerary rosary
Forming the triangle of black enchantment
The symbol of mortal knowledge
Present in chosen's secret code
The benediction of dark
Given by malign hands
Whites and skeletals
It's the hands of a dead
He carry me for a walk
In haunted recions
In tumulary nights
Sad, afflicative and cold
During all the crossing
The pale face of deads
Locking me dreadfully
With their empty eyes
Thin trees and without leafs
Going closing forming
A lengthy and black tunnel
That conduct us to darkness
Only a touch and the hailstorm began
With the fury and wrath of black winds
The nocturnal howl of the white reflex
Sounding like a eternal lament song
The three points of sacred triangle
Actuate in trine infernal curse
The seven solitary savage spirits
Express itself with screams of blasphemy
The mistic apparition of night
Appear before my eyes
With hate around of him
Cold and fire vests and words
Hear up high the freezing moon
Their voice mix itself
With the shadow of terrible spectre
To whom the death obeys
5. Ancient Flames of Darkness
I see the blaze crossing the horizon
that inverts in fire burning
Remembering me the agony of the guilty
Slaves of desire and of the lie
(chorus)
When the ray pass the sky tears the eternal blackness
The thunder roar but their spirits to be detained silent
Shine as much for bless as slander
The Ancient Flames of Darkness burn the heart of the spirits
(repeat first verse)
(chorus)
In eyes they saw the inner secrets
In that life whose days have no decay
Visions revealed in a secret place
And their faces recovered in intimate gloom
All alives must cross the triangle
For join this shadowy being disunited
The deep sleep from initial crown
Allows the cursed possibility
(chorus)
Alone in the Dark the seek the lost silent shadow
Feel the expulsion of the putrid recent inclination
Inverted by withdrawal of the walls of illusion
Without the veil, united upon the inner fountain of blood
A penetrate and corrosive cold follow your burial
Sounding the fatidic rumor of winds carressing the wood
The afternoon dies and the sinister coffin to go on the march
That leads the centuries to the famishing grave that awaits
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