Vesania Split with Black Altar 1. Black Altar - Intro 2. Black Altar - Black Altar A desired chapel covered with cemetery grave clothes The breath of death coming from open tombs The grinding sound of a crypt being unlocked, raped the silence reigning around Sepulchral winds wailing dementedly, call the Dusky Legions plunged in sleep When the command is heard and rechoed, they will rise to gain a victory The time has come The moon illuminates The Altar with nightmarish glitter The Altar that is covered with a sticky spider's web Deathlike atmosphere The Black Altar with mysterious runes engraved on it The witness of bloody rituals and cruel ceremonies He is sentry of secrets known only to the dead From the deepest abyss of hell He summoned creatures whose semblence can't be described by any human tongue Mysterious beings gathered around The Altar, summon their Gods by a blasphemous incantation The sinister atmosphere of anxiety grows dense as the fog steaks in The ancient incantation intensifies The tension reaches its climax Bolts of lightnings flash across the sky, the wailing winds extinguishes the candles The Gate of Hell is thrown open... They are coming! A bleak gust from another dimension deadended human sacrifice's groan of agony The bloody ritual becomes real The Omnipresent Evil materialized in our world so as to take up its residence in human souls 3. Black Altar - Wrath ov the Gods They live in the abyss surrounded by the void of time Forgotten by those who summoned them from another dimension They await their time They look back on the past epochs, when they ruled human lives They dream about new conquest, the new empire that would last forever When the time comes, the old curses shall cease to exist When the time comes, they shall wake up Thirsty through millennia they shall feel the call of blood Cruel in their wrath, they shall start the apocalypse They shall have their revenge on those who neglected their power Their time is coming, the couriers are awaiting Their dreams become more real The new order is coming... 4. Black Altar - The Return (Bathory cover) A sorcery written in blood Whispered by a Witch in the dawn Summon the darkness pure evil and death And gather the legions of scorn The darkness possesses you your soul scream in vain Tonight the Hellfire shall burn Thunder and lightning the ancient prediction The bells chime for Satan's Return... Blasphemy Sorcery It's the RETURN of the darkness and evil It's the RETURN of the fire and flame It's the RETURN of my master Satan It's the RETURN of desire and pain Sacrifice a virgin to the flames of burning Hell Black Witch of beauty recite the words of spell Gather masses run in circles scream for mercy cry of pain No mercy for the blessed in Hell you all will burn in lord Satan's name Now descend from the burning blasting sky Holding the reigns ride the night Satan appear in full glory and pride The raped souls of Heaven cries Blasphemy Victory Desecration Hell and damnation It's the RETURN of the darkness and evil It's the RETURN of the fire and flame It's the RETURN of my master Satan It's the RETURN of desire and pain 5. Black Altar - Like a Steps ov Harvester 6. Black Altar - Conquering the Throne 7. Vesania - Deamoonion Act I (Moonastray) ...I've been waiting for this night... ...in the demonic dance of tranquility and concentration... ...gazed at the glaring lunar flame... ...and the glare of crystals pealed by an omnipresence of light in the darkness... ...this night heads fell down scattered with myriads of ashen grains this night one of glittering lights has declined... 8. Vesania - Insomnia Noctiferi (ThundeRose) I light the candles on my own grave Deep flames are burning and bleeding Night Hundreds of eyes without life Surround me They have darkened dead ones Everyone nailed with a golden cross To the rocks Somewhere Surrounded by the dry trees On the truncated stump Senile from the tears of rain Stands a sun-dial But there is no sun Its face gleams in time with thunders Thunders strike the hours Woman among the trees Has a black ring She is going to stand in a magic circle Rises her hands Tight hand with ring slowly spreads Goddess Freezed in immobility Fingers are growing longer They are creating a thicket Of branches Her statuesque body Becomes a dry trunk Now in this place stands a tree Dry as others But in the place of ring Blossoms a black flower She was crying Now tears of rain are flowing slowly on her bark She was breathing Now wind tongles in her branches The candles on my grave are burning for her They died out They succumbed to the breath of wind...