Intro - Crypt of Evill Sacrificial Rites
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Corona de Calígula
La perversión ha encarnado, la gente cree que no soy humano,
su miedo es lo que realmente me alimenta,
Sus rostros claman piedad,
pero no saben que su mirada me exacerba,
no comprenden que ese gesto despierta sin medida
mi inmunda ira.
Hipnotiza tu víctima con falso cariño y afecto,
la agonía adquiere mejor sabor cuando
su guardia está baja.
El poder adquirido por temor, es el mismo que los dioses romanos
se regodean de tener; el mismo que he de merecer.
Soy su dios, su rey.
No importa cual, aunque de ello dependa el despotismo y desasosiego
a quien cuestione mis deleites y mis caprichos.
Todos ustedes fueron hechos para servirme,
soy su emperador, su rey, su dios!
Atado a mí entretenimiento.
Aire Negro
La tempestad que nunca se calma!
el enorme huracán que no calma,
La furia!
La furia que castiga:
los adúlteros, lujuriosos y rameras
que se perdieron en el camino del placer.
El cielo negro se complace de negarles su perversa lascivia,
que en la tierra derrocharon sus entrañas.
Y Aquellos que por amor corrompieron sus sentimientos
y los plasmaron con el placer de la carne,
son acreedores de este eterno sufrimiento.
Ni un lago de lágrimas basta.
Los gemidos y gritos de placer
ahora son llantos y lamentos
porque no hay mayor dolor,
¡Que Recordar con miseria los felices momentos!
Gritan historias de una mujer que reconstruyó babilonia,
con excesos; haciendo la lujuria la ley que cobijaba su reino;
Matar un rey y a su ejército por no aceptar sus excesos.
no era amor…. probar su carne era su deseo.
Perdidos por la seducción de cuerpos perfectos,
de mentes astutas que usaron su cuerpo y habilidad para demostrar
que el placer era por mucho superior que la rectitud.
se les apartará eternamente para que jamás puedan replicar
lo que en vida hicieron.
Legacy Of The Gods
Millions of fans follow their mark
created of a deep and darkest will
hate that come with all their fury
over the stupid humanity.
Forged in the darkest abyss
their music comes to storm our minds
they are the masters of the occultism
who guide us in the land.
Venom, Hellhammer, Bathory
they marked our lives forever
a strong troop of warriors,
inspiration of the hordes.
Influence of so much bands
we got the legacy of the Gods
always dressed in black
spreading destruction.
Enlodados de Envidia
Gritar y gemir! Para que!
lodo y podredumbre
infesta mis pulmones
lodo atascado en mi garganta,
mi cuerpo está inmóvil por el peso del lodo
Pero no me importa,no me importa,
siento aflicción, enfado y desdicha,
por los que se afligen justo arriba ,
llenos de ira y violencia,
son patéticos, lucen como cerdos revolviéndose en el lodo.
Los gritos y murmullos hablan de que hay un lugar donde
los Avariciosos y los Derrochadores se encuentran
a vociferar su desprecio…
Maldito infierno,
si tan solo pudiera subir a la superficie
a demostrarles la furia de una bestia embravecida,
temblarían ante mi semblante.
lodo y podredumbre
infesta mis pulmones
lodo atascado en mi garganta,
mi cuerpo está inmóvil por el peso del lodo
y mi voz los haría callar, mi voz sería tan fuerte
que hasta opacaría sus pensamientos,
sería la pesadilla eterna viva de esos círculos,
Pero sigo preso del lodo por el vicio de la envidia.
Legions from Hell
Erotic Seduction
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.
Metal Medallo (Bonus Track)
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!
Csejthe
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.
On The Dwelling Dark Of Lost Souls
On the dwelling dark
of the lost souls
the screams rise
from the silence
and every second
will be converted
in centuries of
desolation.
Is there so deep
where the light of the stars
don't reach to arrive
and the sun will outshine
everlastingly
the yield of his throne
to the moon
(Queen of the night).
Don't remains nothing
no hopes, no mirths
only I have the wish
to die forever
and sleep between
the silence of the
ancient ruins.
But all is senseless
every dream to be
left behind
and every illusion whitered
only flames, oblivion and
silence.
Lord of Fullmoon Shadows
Walking between the dense fog
that freeze 'til the last corner
of the forest, I'm searching
the Nymphs domain
and her protector Goddess
Artemis (Queen of the forest).
I make a stop in the road
and I look around me,
but I don't see any presence
only I find in the inmensity of the sky
a fullmoon sending me her clarity
through the branches of the trees.
The nocturnal silence
of the forest
is broken with strange moans,
are nocturnal spirits coming for my soul.
While the wolves climb the rocks
to howl ate the moon
I see the shadows of the spirits
that take possession of me
and guide me by the forest.
I continue penetrating between
the trees and I enter in a path
where I reach to see the sovereigns
of the forest coming to find me.
Their wonderful bodies sorrounds me
and deliver in me a powerful energy
that cauterizes my soul.
Immediately the spirits abandon me
and I see the Artemis figure near me,
while the wolves howl with more
intensity.
Her majesty touches my forehead
and she calls me emperor of shadows
in the winter moon,
she's giving me the power before
all beings in the forest.
Artemis and the Nymphs abandon
the place, now I'm alone in my
domains
looking the beautiful bright of the
fullmoon that invades my body while
the nocturnal spirits dance around me.
Dreams of Obscurity
Being far beyond the stars
I feel the cold roaming
besides the wind
dragging spirits around me.
I look back and
don't see anything
I look at the horizon
and nothing exist
I'm lost in the inmensity
of my eternal nights
where no runs the time
and everything is
dark in me.
Brutal Murder
Legacy of the Gods
Alienado
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Interlude - Nocturnal Mysteriis
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.
Legacy of the Gods
Millions of fans follow their mark
created of a deep and darkest will
hate that come with all their fury
over the stupid humanity.
Forged in the darkest abyss
their music comes to storm our minds
they are the masters of the occultism
who guide us in the land.
Venom, Hellhammer, Bathory
they marked our lives forever
a strong troop of warriors,
inspiration of the hordes.
Influence of so much bands
we got the legacy of the Gods
always dressed in black
spreading destruction.
Yomi No Kuni
El profundo amor entre dos deidades es separado por la muerte, pero inconforme; Izanagi va buscar a su prometida Izanami hasta el mismo reino de los muertos; pero ella ha comido del fruto que hay allí; ella no es la misma, se ha desfigurado, es un monstruo.
Dark Lord of The Full Moon
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.
Tardissime Mortem Fuga
Bienvenido al reino de los muertos
The face of vengeance, is my face
Grant stars to me this vast present,
like the dawn, like the twilight
grant stars to me and no shame me
my vengeance execution.
Of anger you soak me for this new step
painted is my face with vengeance colour
red, red venom colour.
The face of vengeance, is my face.
Accustomed is my body,
sharpened my knife,
my fixed look,
my arm like an oak.
The face of vengeance, is my face.
My open mind,
my frozen conscious,
magic step of abolition,
dried throat, blinded vision.
The face of vengeance, is my face.
Hopi
Creencias y profecías de los indios Hopi, el hombre a pesar de todo lo que es se auto destruye.
Commanding the obscure imperius
Re-digging the ground,
bringing back the kingdom
which has already happened,
looking for archaic chapters of life written in blood
to discover the evilness in the marks of the past.
Re-establishing the dark sovereignty
that has been already inherited,
walking back in serpent movements
drawn with corpses.
Arising as a God to establish the forgotten,
screaming with my voice the memories of those who lived here,
ascending as a God to institute the forgotten,
shouting with my voice the echo of other echoes.
Commanding the obscure “imperius”
with vipers wrapped around my head
from the darkness of the ancient splendor
that has been inherited to me.
Thugs
Sheltered by beliefs and thoughts
Acting with free will
Judged by social constructions
Closed minds
Forcing others to believe
They are the legitimate way
Damned be the one
Who stands in their way
Suffocate the thoughts!
Suffocate the throats
And drown their words!
Forcing others to believe
They are the legitimate way
Damned be the one
Who stands in their way
Suffocate the thoughts!
Suffocate the throats
And drown their words!
The road they took
Has been drawn
By the destiny
They feel chosen
Willing to do his bidding
The hand that reaches
Out to help
Could be the one
That suffocates them
Unfortunate are the ones
Who can't be reborn
Who don't think
Who don't come where the
Chosen ones come from
Sheltered by beliefs and thoughts
Acting with free will
Judged by social constructions
Closed minds
Ethic is worthless
When beliefs are more powerful
Strangle the guilt
If the motives are divine
Asphyxiate the trust
And innocence
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