likely I will not come out alive... But I made up my mind, There is no turning back now. The utter destruction of light, The end of my life. Ritual
truth of paina?¦ Amazing gift, lord satan! In the eye of the typhoon, thunder is unleashing Diabolical rituals of destruction and dark pleasures A living
came the true vision the mad seer had seen so long ago prophecy fullfilled: The army of the dead [IV) Army Of The Dead] Holy gift a ritual of seer destruction
End of passion play, crumbling away I'm your source of self-destruction Veins that pump with fear, it's sucking darkest clear Leading on your deaths'
Be my ritual Be my one desire Be my light be my pure delight Be my purifier You'll never know what you do to me Five times a day My self destruction
a malignant tormentor In a spell of Symptomatic madness I identify with aggressor This world will become Infernal land A violation of harmony As I kill with a psychic command Destruction
it four our rituals This night full of victory Satan will come to earth Black legions guide it's way Christians are slaves on earth Dreams of whole destructions
they bounded their way with the dead And in the silence of dersterly lounliness Praying the luzifer and his ghost And in the lounliness of desert storms and winds Rituals
ever be the same The mood now has changed With greather the power It cramps and twist Oh, how you need the pain Principle of destruction Kinked up with
, stop the bloodstain No sin against blood No sin against blood No sin against blood No sin against blood Just the ritual murder Rehearse in destruction
pages built on sacred and terrible rituals The wrinkled hands turn the pages, the hypnotic starring eyes nourish the thousand thoughts In the whirling magic of this silent ritual
And the chaos reigns; it is insane ... The violence of technology; something so obscene ... Behold the bloody ritual; the forces are engaged ... The
End of passion play, crumbling away I'm your source of self-destruction Veins that pump with fear, sucking darkest clear Leading on your deaths' construction
End of passion play, crumbling away I'm your source of self-destruction Veins that pump with fear, sucking darkest clear Leading on your deaths construction
out what our fate will bring us Before the war Approaching now the hour of Tiamat Evil feelings in the air The chosen wait impatiently To find the rituals
compositions You couldn't add it up, if you mastered addition Where I come from, gettin visual is habitual De-mon-strate walkin on hot coal, in rituals
chidaananda-sandoha-mohaapahaari prasida praslda prabho manmathaarih You who are without parts, ever blessed, The cause of universal destruction at