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
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