Moonblood Rehearsal 10 (demo) 1. Dwelling in Darkness 2. Angelwings in the Darkness Extincted is the light of day all that once shined in green is turning into black shadows hidden in the deep thicket I'm sitting while my eyes stare into the darkness the nocturnal light of the moon is lighting up a lonely place in the forest and I'm waiting behind the clouds – two soft eyes ascend observing the nocturnal picture of peace slowly they leave their cloud hidingplace in the stream of the moonlight they are gliding down on white wings fearfully they are looking around for noone to see them I'm sitting in my dark hidingplace with trembling body seven angels, seven renegades, seven heretics with clothes so white like the innocence of a virgin but their desires aren't innocent at all every 7th night they descent to dwell in darkness denying their life in the heavens don't want to be slaves of god coldness possessed their holy hearts and slowly it possesses their whole body thoughts that are contaminated with transition of power and betrayal every 7th night they dance around the fires to summon the black angel that he shall take them into his legions so they are dancing in the light of the moon to summon the lord of fire dancing until the dawn will find them 3. Abyssic Cult of Blood Poisoned blood is running through my veins poisoned with the thoughts that are as old as mankind cult of blood, cult of fall going on through many cultures adored and worshipped as the way of power forbidden and dreaded out of fear of uncertainty possessed by old rites, possessed by diabolic theories created centuries before I was born passed on from times when darkness ruled and humans celebrated blood rituals out of fear of punishment to calm down the gods of thunder and rain fire cleaned the souls and pain to rule their bodies reality of murder reality of the might of the stronger ones the spirits of the northwind was dancing every night with an icy breath they tormented the nature feel it everytime in obscure dreams when veins begin to tremble and a part of me is dying in the fire of oblivion abyssic cult of blood passed on from times when only black priests celebrated their abyssic rites till every altar was stained with blood of human sacrifices when the blood of sin was worshipped where a part of me will remain eternally 4. Nebolous Spirits Between the Mournful Trees Extincted are the torches around our camp and darkness slowly falls in only inside the middle a feeble fire is burning tiredness torments us and cold the wind of the north is blowing deep in the forest we've pitched our camp between the mournful trees and the whispering shrubs the moon was swallowed from the shadow of the earth just a few stars light up from the frozen sky whispers of shrubs become louder and louder like a choir the trees are singing their mournful song a gloomy atmosphere unfolds between the trees, nebulous shadows arise softly spreading upon the forest's soil the spirits of the fog awoke from an infinite sleep only at this time they exist in this shapeless form curious burning eyes observe every motion their calls so deeply torn and silent misty hands grip for us but can't reach waving with their nebulous claws and the curiosity defeats our fear in the chants of the mournful trees, in this mighty choir we move closer to them, step by step but the moon escapes slowly from the shadow of the earth meaning their death sentence for an endless time their arms so close but endlessly far away slowly their shapeless bodies dissolve in the glaring moonlight a last silent cry, a last sigh and we're again caught alone inside the infinite lonely forest 5. Icy Winterspell Cold snow is falling from the frozen sky all forms of life are covered by it's icy breath the melancholy of this winternight takes possession of your cursed soul your dreams are nothing than cold evil the frostbreath has taken reign over funeral winds from north coldness dwells inside your dying heart frozen are the tears in your starry eyes what others call humanity died inside of you only snowcovered trees and the grey sky are your fellows tonight pleased with the idea of misanthropy frozen are your limbs and bloodless you kneel down before the throne of coldness the winterspell conquered your lonely soul and the croaks of ravens is the last sound that you'll hear 6. Keeper at the Portal of Blood On a bloodfrozen wind he's riding through the night stormy wings carry him beyond the moon unknown is his name, his blood centuries old only ancient scrolls do call him by his name since aeon's he's gliding on his stormy horse through the time, the stars and clouds he's guarding the portal of the land beyond only wrapped in blackcoloured shroud the christian poison never reached his soul master of life and death the power of destruction slumbers in his claws no penitence to accept the keeper at the portal of blood spirit beyond the spooky empire since beginning of time he's guiding fallen souls guide them through th gates of fire 7. Wizard of Uncreation Behind a wall of nightmares he's hidden beyond the world of death he's roaming through the centuries since a time which noone knows anymore older than eternity, his name long forgotten he's coming to us when dreams do reign telling us his wisdom to show us a new path of thinking he's a wizard, a black necromancer and a funeral veil covers him stench of dry blood glues on his flesh remains of all the rituals he's done in our dreams he's granting us his knowledge to create a race of higher intelligence to create a superior race of ritualistic cult his blood is frozen coz of the coldness of his heart only his dark sorcery grants him the power to exist eternally through a book, written by demon's hand he got a higher knowledge of creation of men and how to destroy their own weak will coz just the power makes everyone to forget humanity in his heart he felt the breath of the dragon and stole the eternal fire found a way to win the battle with father death spit into the faces of mighty gods he's arisen from the ashes of creation to return every night again and again 8. Symphony of an Age Forgotten 9. Medieval Storm of Screaming Souls May I shall burn in thousand fires for what I've done may I shall suffer thousands of torments may I shall be cursed for all eternity the mighty book of demonic possession still opened in my bloody hands the heart still full of hate and the mind still full of cruelty I'm standing here, surrounded by these seven trees inside the circle of the pentagram my hatred did summon the mighty black winds to desecrate the last signs of humanity with my own precious blood I called them back onto this world from where they've been banished centuries ago a sick smile on my face coz I felt no mercy I just wanted to destroy this mortal place to catch the souls of the screaming dying ones to untie them all in an impure storm a storm where all evil and all hatred mingle itself with the sick ideas of every human sinner everyone hides a piece of malice inside his soul and all together it should be an impressive kind of devastation I summoned all the evilness from lost centuries with a malicious spell, sealed with my own blood and called the names of the most malignant demons to create a medieval storm of screaming souls that will bring back a time long forgotten a time where axes ruled 10. A Silent Dream of Impurity His eyes look so soft and clear And white are his clothes A creature, chosen to dwell above the clouds Imprisoned in a garden of holyness A sleeping angel Malicious thoughts aren't welcome here And a white spell of peace reigns over it But a might insidious and dark Is willing to desecrate the holy ban With a black magic it's creating a dark shadow And this shadow, full of evil, is trembling beyond the holy garden Slowly it's entering the aura of the sleeping holy one And he awakes, coz of a morbid feeling He did never felt such a power Did never felt such a lust A wall of darkness is surrounding him And the softness in his eyes is lost He's entering the traitorous shadow again And still more malice replaces his faith The truth did kiss his blinded mind Now he knows that there is a might, stronger than heaven And his eyes are turning black 11. Steeldawn Supreme darkness is descending upon the light on thr hills are waiting warriors, weapons shining bright their armours do glitter in the cursed light of the moon muscles are strained, in their hearts the wartunes await the dawn of steel adore the god's devourer listen to the battlescreams and kill with power Blood lust in their eyes, hearts of pure metal greedy for the kill, greedy for the battle the chains of blindness are all broken woke up from the christian nightmare, death is awoken Running down into battle, from the mountains high forgotten is all the fear, you only hear the battlecry a sea of axes and spears runs killing upon the meadow fighting hard to be finally free, side by side with your fellows Bloodsmeared are the blades, warriors so tired fought all the day by Lucifer inspired from axes ripped bodies dying everywhere under the cold moon, death is dwelling here 12. Tyrant in an Age of Christworship A feeble scream is breaking the icy silence black crows ascent to the grey clouds darkened is the morningsky coz of their wings blow only their croaks is halling through the wintermorning greedy my fellows, the mighty four winds, are waiting for my sign ruler of the north, tyrant of christianity What's wisdom compared to my knowledge? What's power compared to my magic forces? In my mind slumbers fire and when I command , 7 demons follow my call tempting is the sight of of the triumph of death on my oaken throne I'm observing my inhuman desires execution I am cursed since my unholy birth but I'm pleased with my existence christians do not call my name in their prayers coz I am what they do deny pure hatred is my soul's life juice and malice is my gift for the weakminded ones nothing is forgiven since Jesus died on the cross of lies dies as martyr for a forgotten myth I live coz I choose the left hand path, the only right choice Jesus' body did rot during the passing ages but my power got stronger and stronger fed through the tears and hate of the betrayed ones I live darkness is the revelation of doom darkness' forces made me a tyrant within these christian times 13. Midnightcallings Fast, so fast is my heart's beat cold, so cold runs my blood inside the shadow of the moon's light I'm sitting to let my body get possessed by night's malice a renegade of normal life the calm in the midnight's hour pleases my fears every night I'm here, hidden in the mist to call on my fellows, my only friends I call on the spirits of the fog that they may help help myself to hide me from humanity's insanity I call on the spirits of the four winds that they may take me on their mighty wings to show me lands where evil reigns and I call on the shadows that they will protect me from the killing light of the sun I call on the wolves, my bloodcurdling brothers to sing with them together a sombre song to the moon and I call on the night coz she took me so openhearted to show me the things which I couldn't believe an empty life has got a new meaning now I'm a mediator between two dimensions waiting for the seven signs of Apocalypse I'll call on my fellows every night to the midnight hour until the day of retribution