The grim force set sail
into a world of magic
where wastelands were blue-soaked, in
the capes of the mountains

[Chorus:]
With a hunger as great
as the most ancient of daggers
Six were the days
to be ended on the seventh night

As it stepped into the shadowland
grass began to grow
A storm blew with a bliss,
accomplishing the serpents kiss
[Repeat Chorus]
With blood like the noblest of red
And with a purpose
yet unknown to any dimension,
set her eyes on fire
for ultimate visions to discover
Her lips touched the ground
and became Death and his bride
[Repeat 1. verse]

We walked the earth
before the dawn of man
Nevermore shall mankind live,
for we shalt rule these lands
Forgotten shall the mortals be,
the strong alone shall stand
We are the superiors,
the demigods of the earth
[Chorus:]
Mortal be silent! Hark as we speak!
(Alas, you still walk earth)
Gather around us - fall to the ground
You are the child of the bastard son
[repeat chorus]
We ride the whore
We tramp upon the saviour of thine
We are those Gods left behind
[repeat chorus +2]

Thou art not worthy to walk the
land that was granted to thee
Spawn of the throne from those
who gave birth to the bastard son
Walk my path...

I'll lead you to salvation
An open grave...
for those who descent
from the virgin whore
Ride the whore in lust,
and see the angels in disgust

As he walked these desolated fields,
he felt his spirit weaken
These were the days that you know not,
this was long ago
The tortured soul of fathers old
was his to seek revenge for
Those of pride who would not bend,
before the laws and gods of man

This was a race you have never seen
and neither will you ever
For these were haunted down
like beasts, by mortal fools
- the human race
In his quest for sweet revenge
he walked so tall and proud
Until he met a figure that now made
him fall and stumble blind

This was what his quest was for
not to seek revenge
This creature in a human shape,
with feelings so intense
He knew her as no other,
but not in shape of man
Their spirit re-united
as he took her by the hand
This was a race you have never seen
and neither will you ever
For these were haunted down like
beasts, by mortal fools
- the human race
In his quest for sweet revenge
he walked so tall and proud
until he met a figure that now made
him fall and stumble blind
This figure was of human race
A woman of such beauty
that he could not help
to stumble on his way to seek revenge
As he looked upon her face he saw
such passion in her eyes
It reminded him
of tales he had heard,
of mankind so-called paradise
Spirit torn from spirit
and spirit torn apart
When human race
saw through his mask,
and tore the two apart
Spirit torn from spirit
and spirit torn apart
Human race I curse thee
With all my blackened heart

Drowned in snow
they lie in mountains
Reaching heaven high
A creature of war
can be seen from afar
Nervously his beast
approach the jaw of stone
He places his feet
upon the frozen ground
A wind of evil sweeps him by
He who holds the flame,
who stands up straight
Upon thee I will lay my blasphemy
You can not even reach me,
where I sit on my throne so high
Fall to your knees and praise me or die
Almighty one,
hear my prayer in ancient tongue
My heart is growing heavy,
black as death and cold
Ornaments hacked in ice
Above me they hang,
to remind me of elder beliefs
Almighty one,
what I'm seeking is yours to give
The wisdom that is hidden
in what is hanging high
Ornaments carved in stone
Beneath me they lie,
the future of your tribe
depends upon your fate
Drowned in snow
they lie in mountains
Reaching heaven high
A creature of war
can be seen from afar

Carnal lust dwells
in the mind of the angel
who sits at his feet of his master
And God - heaven alone
can no longer please him,
after glimpse of the race
this is walking below
The pleasures of flesh
and the glory of war
has left scars in the mind
of the one at God's feet
In visions of horror
he pictures himself,
as he steps over angels
and enter God's seat
Satisfaction is now on the face
of the one who no longer
is by the feet of his god
But sits high on his throne of gold
The so-called king
who came forth from the east,
will he be worthy for the beast?
Or will they throw him to the dogs for
them to have feast?

[Repeat all]

The one who came forth
from the east
was not worthy for the beast

A vast and naked landscape
bathes in the blood-red setting sun
A pale man dressed in cape,
walking on the field alone
His rod is dragged
along the soil he walks upon
The flame that once burned in his eyes
is now forever gone
he feels his spirit weaken.
Has he been abandoned by his god?
His body lies crawled up to a fire that
is burning through the night
Why so vulnerable,
why so filled with fright?
What is that this man is hiding?
What cross does he bare?
Why does he follow
the sound of dogs howling?
What is it that he fears?
The howling is the Hound of Hell
released on earth
The Shepherd failed - the flock is free
to roam in a realm they call their own
They bring temptation,
as the snake that tempted me
In an Eden of such beauty,
you will never see

I declare war
upon a heaven that was ours
This I swear - by the ancient gods
that the Millennium Beast devoured
I'll desecrate - you'll tremble at my feet
Step aside - as I place myself
upon his seat
When I lay my hands upon the ones
who guard his seat
Their souls will be consumed by fire,
by the time they reach my feet
I will claim - what is mine to take
my realm I shall obtain
Beyond the gates - of heaven hides a
god who dares not meet me
For centuries - he's been hiding in a
realm he calls his own
I will not stand down - any longer:
I will crush his fucking throne
Crushed and broken shalt they be whilst
crawling for their god
Alone and unprotected
I will drag him through the mud
Gather for the holocaust
of all mankind
The holy speak of second coming,
but paradise is mine
Cast out was I, but not destroyed
My spirit lives eternal
My soul yearns for a piece of heaven
that is can call mine
Those who dare to speak of God,
shalt swing from nearest tree
They shalt forever hold their tongue,
or I will rip it from their mouth
Their memories
will be forced forgotten,
never shalt their names be heard
J.C. the shepherd shall be served from
his fucking herd