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