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The Goddess is calling unto my mind
As I traverse o'er the sands of time
I Taliesin have seen the signs
Within the muses' ancient rhyme

Here on the fall of Luxifera
Unto the depths of hell
I bore the banner well
I'm the magician, some call me Merddin
At length every king
Shall say my holy name is blasphemy

Shub Ngirith is calling out of the void
The serpent has us in it's coils
Into the courts of chaos and toil
To the victor go the spoils

Here on the fall of Luxifera
Unto the depths of hell
I bore the banner well
I'm the magician, some call me Merddin
At length every king
Shall say my holy name is blasphemy

White Goddess
Watches over us
As gaze upon
Tetragrammaton

Learn the mystic truth
Secret of the brew
Hear the call to war
The Gajallar horn

The elder gods of mystic rhyme
Have marched across Bifrost
The rainbow bridge trough space and time
Is shattered ever lost

Ragnarok
Gathering the flock
Sons of Valhalla
Bardic warriors all
Yog Sothoth has come
And the ancient ones
Nine worlds meld in war
Birth of evermore

The elder gods of mystic truth
Have marched across Bifrost
The rainbow bridge trough space and time
is shattered ever lost

Upon the slab
Mortis of flesh
Drink to the past
Wake for the dead

Too late the heroes
The voices' sorrow
Comes from the shadow

Have I gone mad
Lost in this dream
The shadow casts
A thousand screams

Too late for heroes
The voice's shadow
Guards well the portal

Too late the heroes
The voices' sorrow
Comes from the shadow

The whirlwind howls my name
My mind soars across the planes
The blood upon the stone
Dried ages ago

And the gods are sleeping
No one left to bow before
Our race has lost it's way
Temples lye in decay
Belial in his lair
Awaits the trumpets blare

And the gods are sleeping
No one left to hear our prayers

The ancient gods are waiting for the call
From the seven trumpets of Altamont
The seas will churn the dead shall rise again
The serpent shall be loosed the rivers all run red

Lords of the light awake
Rise up unto your fate
Belial's horde awaits
Open the ancient gates
Sounding the horns of war
It's what you've waited for
Rise up and sleep no more

Crusaders in white, red crosses they wear
Defilers of light, in god's name they dare
Acolytes of God or Baphomet
By the churches' law merchants of death

Nightmare-like out of their brain
Visions that drive them insane
Holy war inside their head
Holy men who walk with the dead

We don't want your holy war
Don't need this bloodshed anymore
The funeral pyres burn evermore
We don't want your holy war

Fire and ice falls from the sky
Raining death on all human life
Words of fear to breed in the heart
Fractured lies to tear us apart

We don't want your holy war
Don't need this bloodshed anymore
The funeral pyres burn evermore
We don't want your holy war

Everyone wants a paradise
Nobody wants to pay the price
Peace only comes from sacrifice
Still the winds of war blow on

So many say that they believe
Yet they don't practice what they preach
Power hunger spawned out of greed
Still the fires of hell burn on

Blasphemy done in god's own name
Holy men never take the blame
Seems like the world has gone insane
still the fires of hell burn on

Sands of time are running out for us all
Free your mind before we fall
Senselessly the war machine marches on
Bathory before the dawn

We don't want your holy war
Don't need this bloodshed anymore
The funeral pyres burn evermore
We don't want your holy war

Through the desert I have searched
For the place of magic's birth
Guided by the muses song
O'er the sands of Babylon

Through the jungle I have searched
For the place of magic's birth
I am called by what is lost
To the mists of Angkor Wat

Through the mountains I have searched
For the place of magic's birth
It is not a shrine of old
Magic's born upon your soul

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