Rotting Christ - Sanctus Diavolos lyrics
Tracks 01. Visions Of A Blind Order
02. Thy Wings, Thy Horns, Thy Sin 03. Athanati Este 04. Tyrannical 05. You My Cross 05. You My Cross 06. Sanctimonius 06. Sanctimonius 07. Serve In Heaven 08. Shades Of Evil 09. Doctrine 10. Sanctus Diavolos 01. Visions Of A Blind Order
Rise up the strength on them
In the name of a fruitful land In the name of a bright path Trodden with ignorant steps Warble out in my cradle' s edge Rex grandis - adustrum - malum - ab erevum Ac adcervio - malum - ab optimus In the name of a future calm In the name of a pure light Marching with a bright shade Conquering the entire range Rex grandis - adustrum - malum - ab erevum Ac adcervio - malum - ab optimus He who graces himself a joy Fell the grief he may destroy An unending glorious lie Harm the power and defile 02. Thy Wings, Thy Horns, Thy Sin
Rise up the horns of sin
The caves of the cursed I have seen Where mortals' souls covered with the temple of sin The strength of demons I feel Ceaseless passion to restrict And wicked angels surround me Burning me with their fiery wings Who shall dare to join them in To stain his soul with the aura of grey And when the flame of wings remain Seeking the golden fountain Oh God chase me Oh God save me Who shall sink them to the bed Painting the sea with the colour of red And when the flame of wings remain Seeking for golden fountain Oh God chase me Oh God save me Who shall dare to join them in To stain his soul with the aura of grey And when the flame of wings remain Seeking the golden fountain Who shall sink them to the bed Painting the sea with the colour of red And when the flame of wings remain Seeking the golden fountain 03. Athanati Este
Ìáêáñéïé åóôå ïé
ôïëìçñïé Ìáêáñéïé åóôå ïé áìáñôùëïé Ìáêáñéïé åóôå ïé äéáöïñåôéêïé Åïõóïõ äïêåé Ìáêáñéïé åóôå ïé êáôáñáìåíïé Ìáêáñéïé åóôå ïé êõíçãïé Åíüò ïíåéñïõ ðñáãìáôéêïé Áèáíáôïé åóôå ïé äõíáôïé Áèáíáôïé åóôå ïé åñìçôéêïé Áèáíáôïé åóôå ïé ôñáãéêïé Åï óïõ äïêåé Áèáíáôïé åóôå ïé ñïìáëïé Áèáíáôïé åóôå ïé ôïëìçñïé Ïäïéðïñïé ôùí áéóèçóåùí ðñáãìáôéêïé And when the bells of fate sound Digging your soul deep into the ground Setting your sense to the bound Spreading your eminence all around And when the bells of fate sound You walk in pathless ways till the dawn Screaming for salvation so loud Spreading your indulgence all around And when the bells of fate sound Then you immortals stand up and shout Then you blessed martyrs doubt Here comes a new age's blow Slaves of fate instigate And feel your sword's blazing edge Your section to the enemy Wound for the sleepy age Slaves of fate instigate And feel your sword's blazing edge Your section to the enemy Wound for the sleepy age 04. Tyrannical
Space trap the time
Mind owes the world The perfect twin for your spatial globe I am your parallel existence The fate / The wrong / The extremely forbidden thought Wander just beside my face Travel in my desired expanse Detect the omen that are said But still I search you / Still I hope in you Roaming in a distinct space Walk upon my errant's shades Laugh upon my wretched race But still I search you / Still I hope in you Stride on the other space Live on another sense Melt on a different earth But still feel you / As I left you Running deep back in past time Tangle into spatial time Limit up my mental sign But still I search you / When I face Travel in my desired expanse Detect the omen that are said But still I search you / Still I hope in you Roaming in a distinct space Walk upon my errant's shades Laugh upon my wretched race But still I search you / Still I hope in: :you: my parallel life Ages back but still besides Trapped in a spoiled spatial hollow Break me down with your shining bright smile When I'll find you I can't forgive you When I'll find you I can't excuse you When I'll find you I will beg you And my life back I will claim from you 05. You My Cross
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05. You My Cross
Soldiers, prepare - prepare
Fight for our cause Soldiers, prepare - prepare Our cause is heaven's cause Heaven - graver summon me Graven my rusty tomb Heaven - prophet show me The omen of virtuous cross Mortals, prepare - prepare Die over the fight's field cause Mortals, prepare - prepare Our cause is god's cause Heaven - graver summon me Graven my rusty tomb Heaven - prophet show me The omen of virtuous cross Heaven on heaven Way to mayhem Sins number seven Welcome to heaven I will die for the virtuous cross As this is asked to me from a hyper force I will die for a host in heaven It will give to my sins a shelter Soldiers, prepare - prepare Fight for our cause Soldiers, prepare - prepare Our cause is heaven's cause Heaven - graver summon me Graven my rusty tomb Heaven - prophet show me The omen of virtuous cross The price to guard the virtuous cross 06. Sanctimonius Music & lyrics by ROTTING CHRIST
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06. Sanctimonius
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07. Serve In Heaven
Feel your sense that burns
Serve in Heaven or rule in Hell Serve your instincts or reveal the sense Inhale the fear or spit the distress Blind on tear or behold the revenge See your soul that melts Enlight your soul with fakes / Foggy hopes so gray Believe your senseless pain / Rise up the lambent flame Feed your ignored will / Being ingratiate Name the soul's existence As a son without birth As a son without birth As a flame without blaze Name your soul's Existence as a dead that is awake As a leaf that dying drained As a dream that fades away Serve in Heaven Or rule in Hell Feel your sense that burns 08. Shades Of Evil
Êáé åðëáóåí ôïí
áíèñùðïí, ÷ïõí áðü ôçò ãçò Êáé åíåöõóçóåí åéò ôï ðñïóùðïí áöôïõ ðíïçí æùçò Êáé åðëáóåí ï üôé åê ôçò ãçò ðáíôá ôá èçñéá ôïõ áãñïõ, Êáé åðëáóåí üôé åê ôçò ãçò ðáíôá ôá ðåôåéíá ôïõ ïõñáíïõ God desires to be born In the flame of human sense Bursting and rising Higher and higher And what if there are no roots on earth And what if the stoned residence Is a ruined hotel Where the flame of God cannot burn And what if the human sense Appears as a son without birth On an unequal battle Where the stoned walls are made of human flesh God desires to reign In the flame of human fear Creating and burning The fields of humans' fear ...prepare your soul for the eternal burn... ...and what if the human sense is a son without birth... 09. Doctrine
Idealism / Materialism / Skepticism / Pragmatism
Electism / Fideism / Immortality of the rational soul Free inquiry for the one that is the flame of life Pure power to the spark that keeps the fire bright Offspring of evidence ambiguity of reason Reasons for what had happened but have no reason Idealism / Materialism / Skepticism / Pragmatism Electism / Fideism / Independence of sense / Perception Onus for the existent, inheritance of a different purpose Release of a man's estate tranquility on that cosmos Setting the minds on the bright prospects Awe the emotions of a luminous project Reveal of nature becomes apparent God proves with his act the existence of madness Offspring of evidence ambiguity of reason Reasons for what had happened but have no reason Lawless wings of doctrine I revive and search Lawless wings of doctrine I imagine, break all chains Lawless wings of doctrine I squatter and I confess Lawless wings of doctrine I produce and I create 10. Sanctus Diavolos
Is this the holy thing to see?
Is this the land that sun shines Above the Heaven? Hear those children's desperate cries: Oh - children do they cry? Do they hear their fathers' sigh? Is this the fertile place to be? Is this the land that sprouts Green reach gardens? Hear those souls' flickering cries! Do they beg? Do they smile? Do they frame the long line? Here shines the sun of a lower God The light of SANCTUS DIAVOLOS Here burns the bright torch of soul The flame of SANCTUS DIAVOLOS Here reigns thy mighty crown of horns The horde of SANCTUS DIAVOLOS Well blossomed is his existence So unwilling in their souls to see So weak to face him from The outcast angle of earth So rapid do they flee When bells of order are echoed Nemesis for the anxious heavy spirit Nemesis for a generation free Grantis spiritus SANCTUS DIAVOLOS Here shines the sun of a lower God The light of SANCTUS DIAVOLOS Here is born the light for the blind world The flame of SANCTUS DIAVOLOS Against on what prophets wrote The aura of SANCTUS DIAVOLOS Will reign, will prevail, Tranquillize the human race Grantis spiritus Grantis spiritus SANCTUS DIAVOLOS Here burns thy bright torch of soul The flame of SANCTUS DIAVOLOS Here reigns thy mighty crown of horns The horns of SANCTUS DIAVOLOS Against on what prophets wrote The spirit of SANCTUS DIAVOLOS Will reign ,will prevail and Tranquillize the human race Grantis spiritus SANCTUS DIAVOLOS Here burns the bright torch of soul The flame of SANCTUS DIAVOLOS Here reigns thy mighty crown of horns The horns of SANCTUS DIAVOLOS Against on what prophets wrote The spirit of SANCTUS DIAVOLOS Will reign, will prevail and Tranquillize the human race Grantis spiritus SANCTUS DIAVOLOS |