Moonblood Rehearsal 9 - Unpure Desires of Diabolical Lust (demo) 1. Remains of Painful Memories Every night I got the same nightmare every night I experience the horror when I close my eyes I start a journey through my desires a journey through my fears and visions dark powers grip at me to torture my subconscious I can feel them in my sleep, but cannot hide they are everywhere, these are my dreams every night I have to wander through my dreamworld wander through dark and mighty forests and everything around is black there aren't stars, nor a moon, only dark black night while fear tortures my pure soul but I have to roam through these forests dark looking for a thing that noone knows a thing that radiates power long times it was lost in the fog of past but now it became the key to a new empire just me can find it in my dreams I am the chosen one long nights are gone but I couldn't find it every morning I wake up with cold sweat on my skin but I cannot remember the dream anymore and all that's left are remains of painful memories again the night is coming with it also the fear I see the moonlight shining through my window hoping that this night I might find sleep no more nightmares, no more tortures I look through my window out into the nightsky peacefully the stars and the moon are standing on the darkcoloured sky I see this picture of night and once again these horrible nightmares overcome again I'm inside this shadowforest again I' observed by invincible eyes again I have to reach out for a thing that I don't know I pass the trees of this forest but can't find that key to my dreams I know I'm the chosen one to find this key which opens the gates of hell finally arrived at the end of the shadowforest but now a desolate desert awaits sand where I look to, heaven's coloured in red it looks like a bleeding sky but I have to search for the key of power now I behold an altar surrounded by mystical figures that should be my nightmare's end invisible voices speak to me I step closer till I see the desired key I take it up to feel it's immortal power now I'm stronger than before I walk on to that huge closed gate I am the chosen one slowly I open it with the key of power dark mist streams out to form enormous claws that take and rise me up to the red sky chosen one, decree over us, they said when I commanded them to destroy the earthly scum I am the king of misery and all demons awake and all the plagues awake the earth now is only a pool of sin I am the chosen one, I am the king of misery and it was no dream, it's the reality of myself 2. Under the Wings of a Wind Diabolic Blood, cold red blood glues on my trembling hands my lips are smeared with it and sweet taste covers my tongue but why I am stained with the juice of life my subconscious is feeling pain, but only mystical emptiness is filling me only coldness deep inside my heart, nothing than coldness I awoke inside a lonely forest under mighty trees the rays of the morningsun woke me up, like in a dream a magic power drew away from there away to a place where mystic mists were ruling the silence my legs was moving by itself and I was staggering through the trees up to a glade where seven trees was forming a circle with the same blood that sticks on me a sign was painted on the forest soil the sign of pentagram a crucifix was still sticking up the mouth of the bleeding priest rammed into his mouth that he could tell, no more to see blinded humans his corpse was rotting in the middle of the of the seven trees in the middle of the diabolic sign the haze of blood was raising into the sky red the morningfog was turning, red like the blood of the dead slowly my memory returned in a bloodrush it happened, in a bloodrus I killed him my sacrifice for darkness, sacrifice for the empire of death under the wings of a wind diabolic I was standing its malice was possessing me and possessed by the greed for murderlust I killed him under the eyes of the moon under the wings of a wind diabolic I was standing under the spell of the bloody pentagram under the wings of a wind diabolic I was standing possessed by death was my soul 3. Under the Abyssic Black Wings of the Third Antichrist Aeons of endless wars are gone Withered like a rose in eternal sun Extincted like the fire in streaming rain Ash is the witness of the eternity's flames Prepared for the journey is my impure soul Prepared for the quest of salvation Banished are all weak thoughts I enter the abyss of damnation Horizon is darkened from abyssic black wings Malice is written in thy face Blood is dripping out of thy mouth It's the creator of infernal race The soil is bleeding by his hard steps Only the moon is looking out behind his horns Iron claws are crushing the crucifix And the air filled with pure scorn I'm looking deep in his burning eyes No mercy is to see Only wrath and greed for power in his eyes Thy worshipper I will be I feel the unholy power that possesses my body Instead of blood in my veins are burning flames With infernal legions I'm marching With an iron will we'll come I am a part of an immortal horde Under abyssic black wings of the 3rd angel With iron weapons we're devastating all And the Christian future changes 4. Night of the Incubus Possessed by the greed of the moon seduced by the breath of the wind sways the tops of the trees threatening and disastrous looks the sky a wall of dark clouds is ruling this picture lightnings flash through the sky today is the night when the witches dance where fires shall clean the souls from all sins Walpurgisnight the fatal hour draws nearer and nearer the wind is howling like a hurricane all the witches gathered to dance with the Incubus in the light of the fire you can see it glitter pentagrams reflect the blazing flames out of the embers fire he's rising in his glory the messenger of the abyss two horns tower up out on his head but no one is afraid of his horrible look the screams of pleasure are halling through the night crueltier than the wolves howl in the light the mountain is shining on the sky a reflection appears dancing shadows move upon the clouds bigger than the moons glory they dance around the fires in the night of the Incubus today they will be blessed, to serve only Lucifer's pride extincted is their former life only the black magic is ruling their beeing in the wind their clothes are blowing, a diabolical orgy in that sexual rush the evils cold sperm is splashing while the Incubus is spreading the gospel of the horned one 5. Unpure Desires of Diabolical Lust Under the moonshine's light she's laying firmhold on the altarstone with tears in her eyes she's weakly crying raped by a devil's son Disgust is all that she still feels now as the sperm runs down her cunt so cold nobody to help her now anymore just perverted faces are all that she beholds Greedy hands are touching her pure body consecrated to serve the christian god dressed in black robes are her tormentors their breath so ugly wet and hot He was procreated in this unholy night the Antichrist, true son of the beast born by their unpure desires, he'll overcome born by their unpure desires of diabolical lust On the sixth hour of the sixth day of the sixth month he'll see the light of this earth under the sign of destruction we'll be born he'll spread the beast's word When the bells of all churches will ring like a sea of flames the earth will burn storms of fire roam upon the land and the crucifix will turn Out of the ashes like Phoenix once before arose he'll rise out and will rule this eternal hell he'll be the king of destruction he'll be the Antichrist 6. Into the Castle on the Blood-Rocks During the sky is trembling of icy coldness because supreme northstorms bring freezing death the trees of the mystical mist-forest fight against full of respect in a warrior like pose a part of my soul is situated in a different sphere that exists in a parallel universe to our dimension created out of lower thoughts and occult practics in this world of abnormal thinking the lust of love is oppressed and an everlasting night reigns supreme only the fire of eternity is stronger than death eternally this world exists by our malicious thoughts surrounded by mighty rocks where blood is streaming down lies the black castle where all dark thoughts gather and the souls of renegades dance the dance of sinners the wind is whispering its obscure song that like the melody of death is to hear in the whole empire through the cold, lonely rooms our souls are gliding on their journey through the dark side of consciousness cold stones without heart, only cold stones but I'll return when my soul is the only remain of me 7. The Curse of the Warlord In medieval times, a dark age of mortal's existence a mighty fortress lies in darkness' caress high on a mountain of pure steel it's reigning upon the shady forests And on the highest of the mountains where a veil of fog reveals a virgins soul is leaving an innocent body sacrificed on the altar of steel Hear the call of the crying swords Fenrir is howling again tonight torn away from godly chains celebrated is the last unholy rite Loudly the gates of the fortress opens upon his battlehorse the warlord was riding in the shadow of the knell he raised his iron sword to the sky and proclaimed with hate the battlespell In front of his horde black monks was walking but their minds are not filled with the spirit of god the crosses are inverted around their necks and evilness filled out their hearts Mighty black hordes of powerful warriors their steps let quake the burial ground smashing the skulls of the fallen enemies please their hearts on the battlesound Slaying the enemies and raping the women full of greed their swords ripping all born through the curse of the warlord awoken through the iron swords call 8. Forgotten Spells in the Forests Nocturnal Eyes of infernal beauty stare Deep from ancient forests nocturnal Behind the shadows of your fear they lurk Dwelling under a spell eternal Bony claws stretches it out of the mist Begging for their salvation Imprisoned to dwell under a forgotten spell In the realm of evil's adoration Necromancers united aeons ago Their magic powers to enchant the place This forest was possessed by the night's spell For all times and for every race And every mortal who stepped at this soil Was catched by forces infernal To end his life in eternity In forgotten spells in forests nocturnal I feel the looks from their hidden places The cruellest pain I ever felt I know that the night's spell imprisoned me And I will rest here forever 9. Thor - The Powerhead (Manowar cover) Black clouds on the horizon Great thunder and burning rain His chariot pounding I heard the heavens scream his name I watched as he shouted Go the giants who died that day He held up his hammer high And called to Odin for a sign Thor the mighty, Thor the brave Crush the infidels in your way By your hammer let none be saved Live to die on that final day Gods, monsters and men Will die together in the end God of thunder, God of rain Earth shaker who feels no pain The powerhead of the universe Now send your neverending curse I watched as he shouted Go the giants who died that day He held up his hammer high And called to Odin for a sign Thor the mighty, Thor the brave Crush the infidels in your way By your hammer let none be saved Live to die on that final day Gods, monsters and men Will die together in the end Swing your hammer to crack the sky Lift your cape so that you might fly Back to Odin and the Gods on high Now leave the mortal world Thor the mighty, Thor the brave Crush the infidels in your way By your hammer let none be saved Live to die on that final day Gods, monsters and men Will die together in the end 10. To Kiss the Timeless Eternity In a sleep of thousand years I found salvation free from worldly sorrows, free from all hidden in a grave of rock I was sleeping outlasted the time a cold rock let me rest deep inside of it I was hidden hidden from the eyes of mankind hidden from the eyes of god lonely all those centuries have been but also satisfying coz deep in my heart is no space for other creatures only space for my dark thoughts, only space for my own I am the wizard who created the northwind I am the lord of all plagues chased by loneliness I am roaming through space and time to find what never could be found damned to an endless being damned to an endless pain death is far away from my soul my body refuses to grow old only the coldness of eternity is warming my heart even if the yellow rays of the sun are touching my skin the ice inside of me can never melt a very last time I'm roaming through my beloved forest a last time I want to hear the song of crows pleasing myself on the chants of wolves time yet has come to amount myself in my destiny to enter again my grave of stone for another thousand years it's time again to kiss the timeless eternity 11. Looking in the Eyes Infernal In my dreams obscure and cold my cruelty come true starring into a black coloured hole calling the name of you Burning eyes are starring at me coming from the side eternal cannot ignore them, cannot forget them I'm looking in the eyes infernal Hypnotized by their diabolical shine I'm on a journey through my soul opened my masters shrine seeing running fast my life whole They are showing me the other side where the firelord is ruling strong amazing is his sovereignty and the nights are endless long With his claws of pure iron he's ruling all the sinners under the sign of the infernal tyrant they will be the only winners A pile of white angelwings is burning in the flames of hell and out the mouth of the shadowking is coming a cruelty spell Possessed by his words of morbidity possessed by this infernal lore under the spell of the eyes infernal my soul awake nevermore 12. Supreme Black Forces of Steel Roaming through the aeons back Through thousands of years forgotten Steel had ruled with cruelly hands Let back only bones to rot Forged in flames by a mortals hand The magic power revealed Mortals recognized the supreme black force Created war for oppression and to kill They felt the might of the new element Strong arm of the law New weapons were created by warriors brains For the enemies to gore A new strange lust conquered their minds Lust for might and lust to kill The spirit of war awoke the greed For the blood to spill Gods were created by weakminded mortals As excuse to deny the atrocitys Only a horde of blood-curdling fighters Believed In the supreme black forces of steel Bloody axes and red colored blades Because of bloodlust they are guilty But they always refused their beliefs oppression Fighting on for their glory