But I am.. I have two tickets, Keith, and Esham And also, backstage passes For the afterparty, thank you [Kool Keith] Black starship control, walk like I'm Darth Vader
We - from the blood of the dead We're burning with fury and hate Bloody vengeance still growing in us Waiting for mighty lords who'll praise again Cry
We await the silent empire The timeless domain of disinherited ones We do believe in silence All that is hidden and hushed serves our quest The spaceless
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They are lying down, the Great Old Ones. The bolts are fallen and the fastenings are placed. The crowds are quiet and the people are quiet. The Elder
Blindness and fanaticism are those types of aberration which always slowing down the development of humankind. And nothing has changed on that score for
Another Enochian theme is inspired by A. Crowley's book bearing the same title, where the Beast recorded what he saw and heard during the desert operations
(Originally performed by Celtic Frost Music: Tom Warrior / Lyrics: Tom Warrior) See the portal, gate to madness Locked forever in a veil of shame Deny
(Originally performed by Depeche Mode Music: Depeche Mode / Lyrics: Piotr Wiwczarek) I feel you Your son is dead I feel you Within my mind You're fearing
"My number is 11, as all their numbers who are of us. The Five Pointed Star, with a circle in the Middle, and the circle is Red. My colour is black to
A man chosen to trace down a god In the world between two houses The Cycle unwinds so slowly The middle worlds laid to waste The Things that cries in
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Ich ging im Sommersonnenschein mit meinem kleinen Töchterlein zum Fluß hinab da saß ein Mann mit einer Angel. In einem Eimer dunkelgr
Sagt mal, von wo kommt ihr denn her? (Aus Schlumpfhausen bitte sehr) Sehen alle da so aus wie ihr? (Ja wir sehen so aus wie wir) Soll ich euch ein Lied
Music & Lyrics: Pierre Kartner/Broineer German Words: Michael Kunze Was wird sein, wenn die Sonne für uns nicht mehr lacht und der Tag ist so dunkel
Raising my head to yell my life out Standing naked, strained as a dying worm With body of light gleaming with my disquiet With myriads of stars not-to
Southeast from the palace of god Amongs the fire torrid wastelands of Sheol Where the tower of Baphomet stands Sorrounded by the oceans of insanity and
