Crypt of Evil Sacrificial Rites

Climbing the dark slopes of the mountains, by rough, worn paths, with the only company of the moon, the rest at its summit... the forgotten castle. It was in its glory times stronghold of domination above the crags, proudly waved in its flags the Erzebeth's coat of arms widely feared. Chorus: Csejthe, powerful castle of death, the most pleasant to the Countess Bathory; there she fulfilled her bloodlust and its walls became her dark grave. Damned castle rest in the shadows of those inaccessible peaks, still in its dungeons screams of sacrificed maidens are heard in the night. Csejthe are only ruins, shadows of the past, but its presence has power yet dominating for centuries in Carpathian fields. This is the power of a name... Countess Bathory. And the figure of the bloody countess is seen wandering... pale as the moon walking by its halls... Countess Bathory.

Ominous, dark, majestic forest, plenty of nocturnal creatures; they live in the deeps and dance together with the conspiracy of the wind. This is the same forest of our ancestors, where the knowledge is hidden and the wizard gets the essence of their black magic and spells. Chorus: Winter forest - keeper of insanity, realm of obscurity, Artemis' domain, the goblins dwell the woods under the power of the full moon. Occult and cold enchanted forest, lightened by the majestic moon, in the dark winter nights its power is bigger. A lonely wolf howled in a cliff and the forest heard ist call, slowly faded in the wind through the immensity of the dark night.

Walking through the dense fog it freezes everything around me, I'm searching for the kingdom of the nymphs, the followers of Artemis, goddess of the forest. There is darkness on the road, I only see in the vastness of the sky a full moon sending its clarity through the dark branches of the trees. I'm the dark lord of the full moon... The gloomy silence of that forest is broken with strange cries of lustful spirits coming to meet me. The wolves climb to the summits howling at the moon, meanwhile a whirlwind of seductive nymphs comes to satisfy my morbid desires... Chorus: Ritual sex magic in the forest, the daughters of Artemis around me, they take possession of my body in an orgiastic pleasure!!! Her majesty touches my forehead, she name me dark lord of the full moon and gives me the power and dominion towards all her maidens and beasts. The lustful encounter ends, astral beings leave the place, now I'm alone in my domains entranced by the magical moon shining. Chorus.

Dreaming far beyond the stars I feel the cold wandering, suddenly freezes the wind, it drag spirtis towards me. Tortured souls in the night in search of liberty. Tortured souls in the night in dreams of obscurity. I look back and I can't see anything, I'm searching at the horizon and nothing exist; I'm lost... in my eternal nights, where the time stops in dreams of obscurity.

Lunae altus splendet aeternus obscuritas regnum nocturnus umbra arcanum ceremoniae Sanguinus ritualis ocultus mysteriis pro vitam et mortem homini fatum Tempus ignis hac anima voluptas libera invocat in somnus corpus possessio Opus demonii in corpus femina libido et mentiri dominus in terra Lugubris lunam funeris silens velata in hora prima nocturnal mortum est.

Hordas malditas con el alma negra, brujas y demonios vomitan blasfemias, engendros de muerte preparan la guerra, legiones del sur invaden la tierra. Gritos macabros pregonan al viento, la hora ha llegado, lujuria y tormento. Huestes malignas marchan al encuentro, con cantos de guerra, horror y sufrimiento. Legiones del sur salen a marchar con el fervor de la guerra. El culto comienza, la euforia del momento; legiones del sur llegan al encuentro. La muerte se acerca, acecha tus miedos, las hordas preparan gran recibimiento. Legiones del sur, invocación macabra. Guerreros malditos, culto a la cabra.

Inquisición, maldita inquisición. Difamación, persecución a brujas y hechiceros sin piedad torturados... Maldita inquisición. Acusaciones, abominables, por blasfemias y herejía, condenados a la hoguera... Maldita inquisición. Habitas un mundo lleno de ambición, castigo infernal, total dominación, miles de hombres sembrando el terror en nombre de dios, proclamando purificación, total dominación. Miro al horizonte y veo al mundo sufriendo tormento, las plagas desatan su furia, pecados, suplicio y lamentos. Aún existe en la tierra egoísmo, odio y traición, humanos juzgan al prójimo, la maldita Inquisición.

When passion burns desire dominates, carnal pleasures invades the mind. Nymphs and Satyrs, incubi, succubi; demons and witches, erotic seduction. Wake the snake, the fire that sleeps in you... Energies converge merging the bodies, fluid mixing its magic and power. Nymphs and Satyrs in erotic games, sacred encounters of lust and seduction.

Desde las comunas guerreros sin coraza descienden de los barrios con furia de batalla. Sin temor enfrentan sociedad y religión, guerra y barbarie dominan la nación. Chorus: Ríos de sangre, violencia en las calles. Humanos torturados, legado del pasado. Tortura, barbarie, muerte, Metal Medallo. Sistema, religión, aniquilación, Metal Medallo. Empuñando sus hachas y martillos de batalla, esquivando las balas y restos de metralla. Guerreros que surgen, invaden la ciudad, demonios que rugen, rebeldes sin piedad. Chorus. Campos de muerte, hedor pestilente, bombas, masacres, ¡tormento latente!