Watain Corona Mortis 1. Sacred Damnation IOLENCE! IN HOLY BRIMSTONE PLUMED WILD DESTRUCTION SOVEREIGN THE BEAST SUBLIME A WOLF UPON THE RIDGE AT NIGHT HUNGRY IS THE DARK FROM WHERE EXTENDS THE RADIANT BLADE HELD STEADILY AT MY THROAT IT HAS SHARPENED MY VOICE SO THAT IT ONE DAY MAY PIERCE WHATEVER STANDS BEFORE ME RAISED FROM AFFLICTION TO THE MIGHTY HALLS IN VENERATION OF THE DEVILGOD RESONATING AS THE HEAVENS FALL BORN OF THE POWER THAT AUTHORS THE VEHEMENCE OF THE COBRAS THRUST AND THE WILLINGNESS IN THE BLIND PERDITION OF THE STORM IN CRUELTY SO UTTERLY PRECISE A LEPROUS SMILE BEHIND EACH PROPHETS NECK THE ETERNAL CURSE A BLACK WOUND HISSING IN THE CHRIST FLESH SO WE MAKE OUR OFFERING WITH VOICE AND BLADE ALIKE FROM THE FLAMES OF SACRIFICE A SULPHUROUS SCENT FROM AFFLICTION TO THE MIGHTY HALLS TO THE KINGDOM OF THE DEVILGOD WHERE FREEDOM IS THE ONLY LAW OF IRON WILL IS THE ANVIL WROUGHT ANOINTED WITH THE BLOOD OF TYRANTS IN SACRED FLAME OUR VENGEANCE FORGED ONE SINGLE STAB TO PENETRATE THE ARMOR OF OUR FOES AS TRUTH IS TOLD, THEIR LAWS DENIED THEIR HEAVEN SPENT, DAMNATION SANCTIFIED 2. Ultra (Pandemoniac) What madness stirs in the depths of the dark? Ever so near... Like forlorn beasts of prey stalking their captor Unholy revenants Manifestation of the curse that gnaws Like shards in the folds of flesh Sanctity begotten in damnations womb Abominations in the presence of whom The fertile seeds of iniquity deep in the heart Begin to germinate and take form Eyes for teeth and teeth for eyes Teeth that see and eyes that bite Through the gates of the night Wild and free - The Power Pandemoniac Their trail is marked by a residue of nameless rage And the severed hands of the thieves that sway In winds that howl forevermore through the abyss And rise at will Up from the Netherworld 3. Morbid Visions (Sepultura cover) Yeah The Roman empire has crucified the messiah The bestial power as suffered for your god Feared by this power, the cross he'll carry And visions of destruction, this night you'll see Crucified, killed, buried Sacrificed messiah Kneeled down, blood stained The Christians, today they still cry But the bastards adore images Remembrances from the past, from the crucifixion Rotting Christ, nailed to cross From the semen of the mankind We'll spread our seed And we'll show to the devoted The truth, painful truth Cry preachers Because your gods have forgotten The Antichrist there is to prove Death and destruction will still reign 4. Angel of Disease (Morbid Angel cover) Your plastic souls melt within cauldrons burning black Chanting to the Ancient Ones, chants of broken lines Kneel before the altar, sacrifice is made It is pleasing to the ones most ancient of the days They call the prince of disease, messenger of the Absu Carry through the icy winds our curse upon their church Hanging helpless above the pentagram Sacrifice swings within leather noose Sing the ancient hymn that makes the Absu roll Raise the rusty knife, let loose the blood of Kingu Sudden death throws off the balance that's within the sky Priest calls forth infernal names to the ones beyond the gate Angel of disease one who shuns the light Shub Niggurath goat with one thousand young Praise the beast, the chanting grew Praise the beast with virgin blood Praise the beast with soul and mind Praise the beast and show the sign Bind their kings in iron chains Execute the judgment for them Come and taste the fleshy pleasures Orgies of endless time Beneath the rolling for hate ignites their eyes From their graves the dead rise to answer Nammtar's call On a twisted cross the virgin corpse hangs They blacken out the sun and burn the elder gods Morbid priest calling forth Abominations of the sky Kutulu meets in the void Ancient Ones rule once more 5. Angelrape Feel the coming of a storm Of wrath burning red as blood Thundering forth With poison in veins and death in the eyes Under banners as mirrors reflecting The darkness above and below And the eye... The eye that is him Bonecrush, bloodlust Behold the remains of jehova in the dust Suffocate, Desecrate For Satan's return - Angelrape Warlust fill my veins As bullets in the heart of humanity Darkness drown me As carnal shreds of light soaked in blood Cursed to wander And to eternally despise Forever to stride For evil never dies... The beauty of destruction The passion of death Immortalized In your ashes Bonecrush, bloodlust Behold the remains of jehova in the dust Suffocate, Desecrate For Satan's return - Angelrape 6. Towards the Sanctuary I am he that move in the valleys Of the damned, making haste Persistent like the rasps at chains of the world Into perpetual dementia the crossroads twirl Here at the eye of the storm But from an unusual tree my cane was cut And it is ever by my side Wherever leads the trail Whatever burden that oppress the heart Where sorrows thrive And shadows linger everlasting On vacant thrones Behold a river aflow Winding and twisting, back to its source There goes our way Through everlasting decay To where the Temple stands eternally Ours is a path of power Edged by the remmants of the slain Long have we walked upon it But ours is the patience of the pilgrim Who journeys against the tide Ever towards the Sanctuary Beyond the shores of life and Death For it has made me a defier of every law That robs my kind of liberty and grace I am he that move in the valleys of the damned And none shall lessen my pace Besieged, expired and undone The waste, from whence I am gone Behold the last of stars ascend To mark the return To the night without end Where goes our way Through everlasting decay To where, the Temple stands eternally In words, in deed In scars that ever bleed On towards the Sanctuary forever Ours in triumph and eternal Death 7. Casus Luciferi From the vaults below the desert-temple to the throne among the stars In the hearts of us, your children, oh divine luminary; Thou shineth! Like sunbeams penetrating the foundations of the earth thine grace ignites the seeds of creation And in our veins is stillness, as your shadows come to life, for they are like whispers speaking of... ...death in heaven! Behold the black cloud of corpselike birds Their wings are on fire And their song has turned backwards A morbid cacophony singing of a new dawn... Burn my flesh, thou light of lights! Most eminent perfection, most magnificent of sights Mark me with thee, stainless Ar! Most real, so clear and bright they shine both eye and star Descend upon the dead, black sky! By a grace of just one glance they all will die Pour the bitter wine of salvation into our blood! And let our scars form rivers flooding the kingdom of their god Let the immense gates of heaven open Let the dawn of justice come When a thousand pale and silenced faces turn towards the sky, to behold in fear and wonder how the firmanent turns dark by the sound of a lonely trumpet calling And countless birdlike carrions fall reeking from above, embedded in a red glow telling of... ...A burning dawn! For this sunrise shall not wake you by the foul light of christ, but by Satan's fire burning in your eyes And the thundering voice of a lion over the plains of man shall proclaim the horned phoenix' final rise For it is not rain that falls tonight from the black, ominous sky, but sulphur tears from the last flock of birds And the wind carries the smell of death, from the agony in their hearts, as they fly in nameless fear towards... Luciferion!