Diabolos Rising - Blood Vampirism & Sadism
Original Version VHS Version LP Version 1. Satanic propaganda (S.N.T.F. rising) 4:51 1. Satanic propaganda (S.N.T.F. rising) 4:51 1. Satanic propaganda (S.N.T.F. rising) 4:51 --- Circle of Blood --- --- Circle of Blood --- --- Circle of Blood --- 1. Blood lunar cult 4:13 1. Blood lunar cult 4:13 1. Blood lunar cult 4:13 2. Blood communion 5:25 2. Blood communion 5:25 2. Blood communion 5:25 3. Ilsa 2:09 3. Ilsa 2:09 3. Ilsa 2:09 --- Circle of Pain --- --- Circle of Pain --- --- Circle of Pain --- 1. Sadism unbound 5:43 1. Sadism unbound 5:43 1. Sadism unbound 5:43 2. Mantle of suffering 3:06 2. Mantle of suffering 3:06 2. Mantle of suffering 3:06 --- Circle of Death --- --- Circle of Death --- --- Circle of Death --- 1. Necromanteion 3:41 1. Necromanteion 3:41 1. Necromanteion 3:41 2. Ashes to ashes, flesh to dust 3:16 2. Ashes to ashes, flesh to dust 3:16 2. Ashes to ashes, flesh to dust 3:16 total time 32:26 total time 32:26 total time 32:26
Satanic Propaganda (S.N.T.F. Rising) Your god is dead You were never saved Just cleverly trapped Your god is dead There's no heaven and hell Your priests are deceiving you Your god is dead Your divine holy bible Is a book filled with lies Your god is dead Your world is an illusion Your church fornicates you Your god is dead The only use of your cross Is when it's nailed on your coffins Your god is dead He died the day Holy ghost raped your virgin Your god is dead You are drown in misery And you damn love it Your god is dead We killed him! Your god is dead And satan feasts upon his corpse Blood Lunar Cult White throats filled with burning fluid Blood-red angry rivers of life Boiled in the odors of sin Flowin with a mesmeric sound Like offsprings of primordial chants Blind by the uncoloured light Raging children drink each other In the red lakes of ever life Where rebel priests sink their fangs With a twisted demonolatry Into the breasts of devil-whores Lies the fortress of life force In the shrine of blood I let myself to crawl in A sadomasochistic trance Of a bizarre vampirism Blood communion Suddenly from her scarlet mouth Like serpents dancing on hot soil Words of bewitchment start to crawl "I keep, the antique demon of Remorse at bay All sorrows die upon ma breast Old become young into my arms As I suck nectar from their veins Just for a drop of moonburnt lust They give the blood I love so much" And from the night she kissed my soul Wolverine visions ride my dreams Killing my mortal human side In a greedy orgy of blood I will soon turn my back on death I will deny it's cold embrace Just like the phoenix rises from flames I'll be reborn in vampire's grace Ilsa Wolfen desire Hellfire lust Venus of torture Experiment horror Feeding on pain Bloodshed and tears Wolfen desire Hellfire lust Female cruelty Misanthropic seed Breeding a new race An amazon's dream Sadism Unbound Hear my poisoned laughter As the thorny whip tearing the flesh Leaving the naked bone to kiss the air A burnt offering to the venus of violence The most pure unbound form of sadism Is purification of the beast-soul As beautiful as a tempest of angels Seductive power of erotic fascism My sunless catacombs resonant With the etherial distorted screams Of mutilated nuns in ecstasy As sharpened hooks slowly enter their wombs Pledge obedience to your new master Conjouring forth the pain of your lord A perfect murder in your splitform By the leader fangs of misanthropy All paths lead to hell In torment's depth I'll let thee glimpse All paths stream from hell Mantle of Suffering The bowels of earth explode and spit back The tears of the paranormal masochist Who grings and purges his flesh Like a metallic phallus tearing the womb Possesed infants hidden carefully Behind goat-leather masks Devouring vociferous pain Of sacrificed black innocence Thrusting their sinister pleasures Into a mist of sweet torment Emerged one night in a heretic baptism And the moon cries tears of blood Licking their skin with razored tongues Engraving their obscure phobias On marble statues of adultery All paths lead to hell Cries of a narcissistic blasphemy Inspired in a velvet pandemonium Of a feverish, repulsive hyperpain All paths stream from hell Necromanteion The living skull of the necromancer Spits forth baroque twisted truths Like a dead electrified tissue Of a scattered religious spirit Worm-seals of binding spells Weaved in the icons of a thanatotrope Reflected through a funeral spectrum That was once found in a necropolis Cosmic wounds sculped on cadavers Exhumation of eternal enigma That lurks in the haunted cells Of the hermetic nectar of the dead Like a self-devouring snake in flames Painted on the magic epitaph That holds for all the little mortal souls The gentle master, black angel azrael Ashes to Ashes, Flesh to Dust Shifting black turmoils of ghosts Lost in the maze of an afterlife As ultraviolet undead forms Rise from the kingdom of mud Gothic remains of necrolatry Hanging from the lips of charon And frozen moonfog of thanotos Whispers wonders in my ears Like an astral tale of a psychonaut A harvester of souls on halloween Are the comforts of the silken touch In a black mirrored living coffin Eternal beginning of a dreadful end Lies in the orchid covered tombs Pale beauty of necranthemon Drowned in aura of lethal vanity Lyrics in plain text format