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One million years ago I travelled through the stars Lost in the endless cosmos The last one of a dying race Prowling for a body to possess I built temples, statues and pyramids As monuments of my endless might Colossal knowledge lays hidden in tablets and shrines Protected by spells and incantations Ritually entombed I heal And I become stronger and stronger Without the sarcophagus I die Blasphemed, cast out and dethroned Your history is not yours I gave thee wisdom I gave thee science and I delivered thee from bestiality My name was carved in thousands of stones And diurnally murmured in deadly incantations Atlantis was built when you amoebas crawled through filth (I am) Holiness Divine (Your) Lord and Master The Supreme God and Creator The sacred altars erected for the Sun-God Point at the sky as a tremendous beacon The Heavengate was sealed and buried forever deep beneath the surface of the earth My name has sunk into oblivion Thou art blinded by false gods with a ludicrous past of 2 millennia When the Portal is disinterred and the Door to Heaven is unsealed again Then I shall return to restore my immense power Thou shall be enslaved again I am the temple builder The supreme God and Creator Builder of civilizations, eater of worlds Worshipped as an alien god Priests named me Amon-Ra, God-ruler or Viracocha And treat me like Rex Ivdaeorvm with ultra-orthodox reverence Honour my reign with sacrifice ad infinitum For an intended endurance of 12.000 years For thy blasphemy thou shall be punished The Systemlords bring thee thy avengers Your soul will be possessed and brutally mentally slaughtered Resistance shall be butchered by Jackal-headed iron warriors The demons nestled themselves in your bodies While you stare in the red gleaming eye of the serpent mask Falcon claws will slit your throat to pieces Thou shall be enslaved again Ritually entombed I heal And I become stronger and stronger Without the sarcophagus I die Blasphemed, cast out and dethroned I have lived for millions of years I am the day of yesterday I know the day of tomorrow The Alpha and Omega I am eternal
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The Wrath of the Ba'ath has been upon us The Tikrit clan have us in thrall Beni el-Kalb, annihilate them Scorch them with fire from the sky Colour the Tigris scarlet With their blood from Tyrus to Nineveh Babel, Mother of Harlots and all Abominations of the Earth A metropole of incest where the fornicators rule Bacchanal orgies drenched in cum undaunted by sodomy The greatest whore of the ancient world shivers in ecstasy Saddam Hussain, the Shepherd from Tikrit Nurtured by 'the wise' Khairullah Tulfah 'Three Whom God Should Not Have Created: Persians, Jews, and Flies' Usurper of Babylon, butcher of Kurds The self-proclaimed successor of Nebuchadnezzar Surat An-anfal, the splendid death campaign Ordered by the bloodline of imam al-Hussain Chemical Ali, the megalomaniac, Orders toxic gassing from Tyrus to Nineveh Ali Hassan Al-Majid Wants Kurdistan to be emptied Genocide of populace Wiping out the Kurdish race Wah-da! Hurriya! Isht'rikaya! Halabja! Topzawa holocaust Mene, tekel, upharsin Al-Anfal! Al-Majid! Al-Anraat! Al-Hatra! Wrath of the Ba'ath Wah-da! Hurriya! Isht'rikaya! Halabja! Mene, mene, tekel upharsin Wrath of the Ba'ath The Wrath of the Ba'ath has been upon us The Tikrit clan have us in thrall Colour the Tigris scarlet With their blood from Tyrus to Nineveh 'I saw their starved lips in the gloam with horrid warning their still fuming mouths gapèd wide And I awoke, and found me here the sole survivor writhing on the cold hill's side' 'God hath numbered thy kingdom, and brought it to an end thou art weighed in the balances, and art found wanting thy kingdom is divided, and given to the Medes and Persians' That night, the Babylonian empire was obliterated. [Daniël 5:1-30]
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Kinder: 'Das Hakenkreuz ist unsere Sonne, der Sieg ist ein Gebot Das Reich ist das Paradies auf Erden und der Führer ist unser Gott In der Schule lernen wir Geschichte, die Geschichte unseres Volkes Deutschland siegt an allen Fronten und die Welt ist ganz wehrlos!!' Immun für die Wahrheit, vorbereitet auf den Tod Sie kämpfen für den Führer gegen die Armees aus dem Osten Kinder: 'Die Unmenschen aus dem Osten sind die Feinde des Reiches Und für die Lehre des Kommunismus bezahlt die Menschheit den höchsten Preis Darum müssen wir sie ausradieren, die Jugend ist bereit! Wir marschieren geradewegs nach Moskau, wir verhüten Weltsklaverei!' Sie sind die 'letzte Hoffnung', lagern in den Straßen von Berlin Der Tod schleicht durch den Abendwind und presst die Seele aus dem Kind Wenn der Todesengel für sie kommt, ist die Jugend bereit? Mit den Händen um die Panzerfaust, wollen sie sterben für das Reich? 'Die jämmerliche Armee marschiert sofort in Todes' Mund Das letzte Zucken des Dritten Reiches hat sich entzünd Kinderaugen starren in die Luft, mit dem Brustkorb restlos verwüstet Des Führer's letzte- und treueste Linie liegt blutend auf dem Boden Die Kinder marschieren reihenweise zum Himmel, herzhaft so herzhaft Sie haben ihr Blut gegeben und betreten nun das Kinderreich' 'Wüster Stolz rast durch mein Leib wenn der Volksempfänger schreit...'
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Waffen-Sturm-Brigade RONA Filled up with criminal prison inmates Political prisoners, traitors and faggots To defend the newborn Republic of Lokot Dissidents, criminals, thieves and violators A murderous phenomenon behind enemy lines Anti-Soviet, pro-German death squads Ambushed in the woods of Bryansk Partisan liers-in-wait Dressed in bloodstained White Army uniforms Anti-Soviet, pro-German Werewolves Assembled before the gates of Warsaw Warsaw's Jews, Gypsies and retards Prepare yourself for death and horror The Kaminski Brigade enters the perimeter And waits for the command to lay your city in ruins As worms they let you crawl before they suck the life-warmth out of thy bodies Thy bones, splintered and broken will be the mortar of their monuments Warsaw's clocks of doom are ticking The Master of the Bryansk Forests will splinter thy spirits And smother thy rebellion in blood The clocks of doom are ticking The knell of doom will toll 'We shall not be slaves! To the fight with the enemy we are ready day and night. Through clouds and flames our peoples' flag we shall with a strong hand carry Who believes, who dares, whose blood is inflamed who has not forgotten oppression and shame those are tied together with great revenge for the ashes of our family's graves' [RONA Anthem] The Brigades marched to Warsaw to break the Polish nation's spirit Der Führer hath passed judgement upon thee Poland will be steamrollered again between Gog and Barbarossa The insidious Stalin turned his back on thee 'Der Größter Feldherr Aller Zeiten' commands thy annihilation His 54th birthday announced thy doom Thou must die and thou shalt die Thou must be wiped out Warsaw must be erased from the books of history Tongues will be ripped out of those who speak about thee Hands will be amputated of those who write about thee Thy reign of rebellion endeth here The ideologies of a Great Poland are infertile Thy civilization is eradicated, never existed Extirpated, uprooted, totally destroyed The clocks of doom are ticking The knell of doom will toll
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M.M.F.D. 03:31
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Shrovetide is violated by heathens. Nefarious splurges of sin. Persuasion is trembling with fever and became a mantra of occult tongues. Mankind enclasped Doom. He turned his back on God. Virtue became ultra-decadence. We are all libertines of the damned. A Fidei Defensor arises, flogged and whipped from head to foot. The body cleansed by self-flagellation, supressed the lust of flesh and blood. Night after night grim voices shriek in portentous horror dreams, even though his room was locked, but a Seraph comes unseen. The bloodstained walls surround him, icons made of Calvary wounds. Dreams of riddance were shattered in sin, ill-fated to avert doom. Let me embrace my fate which was adrift and hung. I will be again the apple of his eye. Take me from among the doomed Laodiceans whose defamation thrilled the seething skies. The man started to cry, hands held to the sky, and expected to be purified in flames. But the Angel smiled and took the Book and commanded his holy mandate. "The Lord foresees thy mother's advent into the ranks of Paradise. So spare him grief and deep distress and take her worthless life. But shall she be refined in Thine holy light? Her spirit will shine will thousand suns. Condone my doubt, but who am I? The haranguing priest of the newborn Herod king. The Fallen Seraph lowered his radiant mask and showed the man the countenance of the fallen Morningstar. Night after night his skin was flogged. Damn those recurrent dreams. Desperately flogging for relief while murmuring blasphemies. The bloodstained walls surround him, icons made of Calvary wounds. Dreams of riddance were shattered in sin, ill-fated to avert doom. Let me embrace my fate which was adrift and hung. I will be again the apple of his eye. Take me from among the doomed Laodiceans whose defamation thrilled the seething skies. "Christ, enthroned in highest heavens, hear me crying from the deep, for the fateful ones departed, for the souls in a Laodicean sleep. King of Glory, hear my voice. Grant thy Faithful rest, I pray. I have sinned, and may not bide it, if you mark my steps astray. She is Thine, O take her quickly. Thou art her hope, O raise her high. Ever hoping, ever trusting, unto Thee I strive and cry. Let them through thy boundless mercy from all evil be restored. Hearken to the voices pleading of Thy Church, O gracious Lord!" The Fallen Seraph lowered his radiant mask and showed the man the countenance of the fallen Morningstar. The man seemed stricken by a thousand bludgeons. Penetrating just-healed wounds as foreplay for the storm.
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Demigod 06:33
The great Persian serpent lies in wait Let us face his army of immortals We shall butcher those hunters of men's souls and crush their nimbus of immortality An anabis against the son of Darius whose slave-army arrived on the beaches of Thermopylae To extort earth and water and treat us with perversity and death Wretched is their Persian culture of shame and triviality We shall never bow for the self-proclaimed Demigod Let us butcher the legions of slaves and sorcerers Wave after wave will shatter on our shields Their steps slower, their breaths quicker Detracted their morale, pile the dead high! Our spears and swords shall pierce their armour Cut their carotids! Break their spirits! Down with the God-King Xerxes A beast is approaching us Its magnitude will blot out the son We shall drink Persian blood And find our glory in the final arrow hail We blaspheme the tyrant Earth and water Under the banner of Hercules For the eternal glory of Sparta Death to the Persian invaders!
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Sleep, oh Majesty surrounded by massive darkness Her skin torn apart by sub-zero claws Buried deep in thy ice dungeon Sleep, oh Majesty, Lonely Queen of the North 'Eternal Father, strong to save Whose arm hath bound the restless wave, Who biddest the mighty ocean deep Its own appointed limits keep; Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee, For those in peril on the sea!' [The Navy Hymn] The huntress from the land of Magog manacles on her seabed Mauled in the deep she waits for the Czar of Mesech and Tubal The blood of the 118 drips from her glowering gaping mouth She patiently bears suffering in the Barents abyss 'Eternal Father, strong to save... K-141 headed north for a Russian naval victory Armed with 24 "Granit" she prowls through the Barents Sea 118 hearts beat as one when Kursk submerges from the mighty ocean depths She is the bride of Gog, a post-Soviet Czarina The Czardom's silver bow, CzArtemis leads a fleet in bloom Drunk with exuberance she arrogates the briny deep Invulnerable became funereal after insubordination and sabotage! A deathly blow from within, the assassin assassinated Now 117 men must die for Der Dolchstoss of one Judas Ephialtes In a solitude of the sea Deep from human vanity, And the Pride of Life that planned her, stilly couches she. Steel chambers, late the pyres Of her salamandrine fires, Cold currents thrid, and turn to rhythmic tidal lyres. Till the Spinner of the Years Said 'Now!' And each one hears, And consummation comes, and jars two hemispheres. Over the missiles meant To smite the opponent The sea-worm crawls grotesque, slimed, dumb, (and) indifferent. And now the Queen and Antaeus lie dead The twain forever converged on the seabed 'Eternal Father, strong to save... "Curse the sun, and all that's holy Turn back, I dwell around Come to me, as a shadow Engrave the sun, with the blackest moon"
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