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1. The Wrath Of Satan's Whore
Into the noblest blood the Master's seed was sown
Married to gain Hungary's throne
Evil's incarnation, supreme in her day
Her deeds beyond words to her people's dismay
More than six times a hundred maidens fair
Lured into the countess' castle unaware
Dark lady of Hungary obsessed by blood
The virgins trapped in Hell cries in vain to God
Shed your blood oh virgins pure
To feed the wrath of Satan's whore
You've been chosen to let your blood
To make the mistress live for evermore
Gallons of blood she took for vampiric abuse
And for years nobody dared to accuse
But too many virgins vanished on her road to despair
Butchered by cruel servants in the countess' lair
Parents wailing while their daughters disappear
Her people for ages dwelt in terror and fear
Until at last she was caught and tried
Convicted and lacking her bloody diet she died
Cut off the source of virgins pure
Who fed the wrath of Satan's whore
Yet deep within her castle's endless halls
Linger still Erzsébet's desperate calls
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2. A Warlord's Swansong
High in a tower, far away from daily life
And old man sits on his throne
The room is dim and you can hardly hear
The city that spreads down below
Dreams of faded glory haunt his memory
The vultures are waiting, he knows it too well!
And mournful he wishes he could return
To days of youth and to shatter the world . . .
His aching limbs remind him
There's a price that's soon to pay
And this time his power won't save him
From the reaper who's after his soul . . .
Oh, how hard it is for a warrior
To bear the spears Old Age throws
When the way to death - which he never feared!
Is paved with misery and pain . . .
Looking back, he doth ask himself:
"Whom did I do all this for?"
His own sons did fall long years ago
Sacrificed on his path to fame . . .
Remembrance leaves him smiling
For moments the warmth of life hath burned
But then his knowledge doth return
There's a price that's soon to pay . . .
Uneasy he shifts around on his throne
Death's icy grip, it's ever so near!
What no one suspects, he doth know it well
For the Horned One's assistance he'll soon have to pay
In early days of mindless youth
Light-hearted was his oath
And though he did serve very well
He's still afraid to go . . .
For no longer can he set the rules
He's soon to play the Master's game
And that thought leaves him worrying
About the price that's soon to pay . . .
The screams of the dying, the wailing of widows
Yes, he sent many souls to burn!
The hatred he brewed for the minds of men
Is the fuel of the fires of Hell!
He washed the streets with the blood of his victims
Not once, but wherever he came
And the thought of their souls serving him soon
Doth make him shiver with joy . . .
And no longer is he fearful
With pleasure he will heed the Call
The loving presence of the Master
Maketh this price a joy . . .
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5. Creation
Ere dawn of man His power great
Wrought armour strong and grievous hate
To welcome mortal life on earth
When last the dust of time giveth birth
To His ill-will to bend their ways
To shape their doom!
To lead astray the children fair
Formed by Creator's hands
For in the North 'neath hills of stone
In caverns black was made a throne
By fires illuminated underground
That winds of ice with moaning sound
Made flare and flicker in dark smoke;
A place that mortals feared and choked
A place that mortals feared and choked
When shadowed by His ghastly claw
Lo! Wisdom dark doth have the few
Who dare listen to His tune
Afore His throne
His servants ever shalt they be
To share His fate yet never to be free
Alas, no thrall doth dwell within these endless halls
The wish to rule has brought them forth
Shapeth they are the chosen few
To spread the word, to rule a world anew
A vast design brewed in His evil lair
A bane o'er God's own children fair!
For their master to gaze on in utter woe
The wrath and power of his hidden foe
To bring creation to a fiery end!
To a fiery end!
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6. The Priest Must Die
When the moon is full oh let him cry
Kill the priest, the priest must die
Smash his face, break his bones
Let morbid laughter drown his moans
Slave of lies, puppet of God
Eat his heart, drink his blood
Burning hate will conquer love
See the wolf rip to shreds the dove
When the moon is full oh let him cry
Kill the priest, the priest must die
Smash his face, break his bones
Let morbid laughter drown his moans
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7. Fire & Blood
Mountains engulfed by darkness
Campfires blazing in the night
Ten thousand warriors gathered
The fires their only light
Now let the sacrificial blood flow
To appease the war gods
A great battle is at hand
We must fight against the odds
The enemy awaits us
Ahead lies victory or death
Steel cuts through flesh
Breathe your last breath
Blood flows everywhere
The woods are turning red
Spears fly and hammers clash
My sword severs your head
Force of life and omen of death
Blood colours my sword red
We find glory on this battlefield
Where so many fought and bled
Once every man must die
If not by the spear by old age
Worthy are only honour and pride
So on the battlefield I rage
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8. Bloed In De Sneeuw
Oude toortsen zijn opnieuw ontstoken
Onze ketenen voor altijd gebroken
Niet langer door valse moraal geknecht
Halen wij met vuur en staal ons recht
chorus:
Bloed vloeit in de sneeuw
Hoort 't gebrul van Neêrlands leeuw
Ziet de laffe verraders beven
Beter vrij te sterven dan geknecht te leven
De slavenkoning en diens volgelingen
Zullen wij verslaan met magische ringen
Tot Wodan bidden wij andermaal
Onze zielen en zwaarden hard als staal
chorus
Door mist en regen, wind en kou
Rijden wij trots, gelaten zo grauw
Grimmig en o zo vastberaden
Ditmaal kennen wij geen genade
Donar zal ons weer beschermen
Onze vijanden zullen kermen
Onze zwaarden rood van bloed en roest
Nu gebeurt wat gebeuren moest
chorus
Het rijk van Jehovah is gevallen
Ziet de lijken van zijn vazallen
Gezuiverd is nu onze geboortegrond
Ziet de nieuwe heidense morgenstond
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9. The Wrath Of Satan's Whore
Into the noblest blood the Master's seed was sown
Married to gain Hungary's throne
Evil's incarnation, supreme in her day
Her deeds beyond words to her people's dismay
More than six times a hundred maidens fair
Lured into the countess' castle unaware
Dark lady of Hungary obsessed by blood
The virgins trapped in Hell cries in vain to God
Shed your blood oh virgins pure
To feed the wrath of Satan's whore
You've been chosen to let your blood
To make the mistress live for evermore
Gallons of blood she took for vampiric abuse
And for years nobody dared to accuse
But too many virgins vanished on her road to despair
Butchered by cruel servants in the countess' lair
Parents wailing while their daughters disappear
Her people for ages dwelt in terror and fear
Until at last she was caught and tried
Convicted and lacking her bloody diet she died
Cut off the source of virgins pure
Who fed the wrath of Satan's whore
Yet deep within her castle's endless halls
Linger still Erzsébet's desperate calls
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10. Kneel Before The Master's Throne
I sold my soul in a cold & dark past
Infernal contract signed with evil blood
Gave 1000 years of earthly pleasures
Now I hear my Master calling me His child
I see the bridge glowing in the dark
Across the bridge of death I must walk
A godforsaken path to the eternal fire
Final part of the evil road I walked
Before long I will enter Hell and......
......KNEEL BEFORE THE MASTER'S THRONE
Dark desires of lust & evil in mind & soul
At last in Hell I will meet the Countess
Reward for lives of total darkness
Unholy 13 lives I lived on earth
Faithfully spreading the Horned One's gospel
Crossed the bridge I enter His kingdom
Halls of Hell full of fire & brimstone
Sword of thunder & steel still by my side
Before long I will see my Master and......
......KNEEL BEFORE THE MASTER'S THRONE
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