Necromantia - IV: Malice
Original Version LP Version Digipack Version 1. The Blair Witch Cult 4:11 1. The Blair Witch Cult 4:11 1. The Blair Witch Cult 4:11 2. Those Who Never Sleep 6:26 2. Those Who Never Sleep 6:26 2. Those Who Never Sleep 6:26 3. Disciplines Of Sophia (The Templars) 5:56 3. Disciplines Of Sophia (The Templars) 5:56 3. Disciplines Of Sophia (The Templars) 5:56 4. Murder, Magic And Tears 5:03 4. Murder, Magic And Tears 5:03 4. Murder, Magic And Tears 5:03 5. Invictus 7:38 5. Invictus 7:38 5. Invictus 7:38 6. Malice 8:08 6. Malice 8:08 6. Malice 8:08 7. Circle Of Burned Doves 5:48 7. Circle Of Burned Doves 5:48 7. Circle Of Burned Doves 5:48 8. Death Rider (Omen cover) 3:30 8. Mordor (Running Wild cover) 5:09 total time 43:10 total time 46:40 total time 48:19
The Blair Witch Cult Every fifty years I taste your children's tears I bath in their blood and feed on their fears Every fifty years I declare a war on purity the fire of vengeance still burns inside me I remember fools remember every one of you your laughter and your mockery have marked my heathen soul (The Black Hill woods where you let me die have now become my world of sin) I gave my dreams to Demonlords I allowed them to molest me they raped, abused and tortured me they filled me with their hatred I travelled through the pits of Hell and learnt the truth of suffering I saw the visions of the damned and shared their precious knowledge Hexes and spells they taught me well unholy incantations the way to weave my nightmares to manifest my malice You run and run but you can't hide your soul is slave to horror you'll be entrapped into my world of insanity and murder Silence will soon fall again into the Black Hill forest and I will haunt the mortal's dreams the legacy of the Blair Witch Those Who Never Sleep They've lived a thousand lives they speak in ancient tongues like pale hungry phantoms in our dreams they dwell I've been to a tall black tower half of my soul was stolen they drank with such ferocity devoured my memories and thoughts We build churches in their name we raise temples for their glory they are our kings, our gods and priests those who shall never sleep Mortal, close your eyes and sleep the Astral lords will guide you you think you are in paradise but you are dreaming only hell (pre-chorus) They come in dreams, they forge our nightmares I can see their eyes, shinning in the darkness (chorus) Those who never sleep will steal you dreams, on your soul will feast Those who never sleep will engulf you in their horror Disciples of Sophia (The Templars) >From the heart of Europe we marched down to the cities of the holy land we pledged our lives to serve the cross to guard the secrets of the temple's vault We dressed in white and warlike red a few noble knights of purest soul armed with cold steel and fiery hearts infidel dogs we slayed with wrath We seeked the wisdom of the gods through moslim texts, catharian codes and zoroastric formulas to the feverish writings of St. John We hold the grail, the blood of christ the dead sea scrolls revealed the truth we felt the hypocrisy of the church lies and corruption spread by Paul We turned our backs to king and pope we spit the cross, symbol of pain like real sons of James the just we did disown the law of +god+ They hunt us down, they took our homes comrades lost, tortured to death as our last grand master screamed inflamed in Baphomet's name we shall return (chorus) Knights of the temple, guardians of the flame warriors and wizards, the dragon's way keepers of the grail Murder, Magic and Tears Nine footprints to evil hooves crack on petrified soil coming forth from the abyss lit by bonfires of sin The quest for the grail of flies into the black sickness beyond exterminating angels where all sanctuary is denied A female coven in heat and sexual pandemonium gave birth to utter blasphemy igniting an apocalypse Satyrs reveal themselves born in the bowels of the beast and raised with inverted prayers a beast who is legion Life flows through fang and claw our flag is made by sheer rage by the fangs of the soul-stealer from the skin of the risen dead The blood of crow-headed dogs drips from the face of carnage and shapes a vile cosmology of lethal sinful magic Invictus Out of the night that covers me black as the pit from pole to pole I thank whatever gods may be for my unconquerable soul In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud under the bludgeonings of chance my head is bloody but unbowed Beyond this place of wrath and tears looms but the horror of shade ad yet the menace of the years finds and shall find me unafraid It matters not how strait the gate how charged with punishments the scroll I am the master of my fate I am the captain of my soul Malice Greetings from the torture gardens paved with slabs of human flesh where bile from witchcraft lips blasts forth the blood of a new christ Where malice holds dominion and specters feast on clergy's flesh a heretic baptist screams as disciples erupt in flames the misery of ravished nuns by the phalliform crucifix souls locked in evil charms harbingers of the devil Angry jackals in human masks who dwell in the eye of the storm devoured by undead sentinels conceived in planes out of time Murderous lamias of the mind re-writing the beast's bible graven with demon's mockery inspired in the midst of nightmare Soon comes an eclipse of the sun the triple faced wolf-headed god will reign the dreams of innocents and hate will win their children In this underworld man is but debased whore Circle of Burned Doves Innocence is payed in flesh we lost our souls and loved ones white as doves and red like blood a living pyre for your god We have walked the paths of the seven black Kami we have cleansed ourselves by torment pain and anguish 9 days and 9 nights riding the storms of Raiden embracing the flames of Rinjin calling the dreams of Kappa Through Shinto chants and Oni spells with blades and hooks we tore our flesh we glorified our suffering and paved the way for Tengu O lord of thousand faces and a million cruel ways posses this vessel of your slave fill it with strength and hatred I can see the blue-black flames dancing around your aura I can feel your inner rage which paints your ki in scarlet (chorus) Circle of burned doves an ancient path of vengeance circle of burned doves a legacy of nightmares Lyrics in plain text format