Тексты песен ANCIENT RITES

The cause of the Templar's order Was beyond religion So brilliant their splendour So wealthy their order Channelling all esoteric knowledge Into one universal thought Innovating rituals behind

Hear me, ancient forefather (Ambiorix) Honoured be Thy deeds Leading our tribes against the aggressor Outnumbered, a campaign that could not be won (But forever Thy blood in my veins) Gracious Spartan

(intro) There's a Wicked kind of Melancholic Beauty contained within All that is Evil. Music and title reflect Our State of Mind.

One last look to the sky Again my end is near Declared 'criminal of war' This is my final hour (Execution, The end)... But the start of my dream The start of my dream Reborn I will be, forever I will

"Seen through the Eyes of the Anti-Christ who continues the Battle against god/allah and his prophets throughout Time. Religion and other Fairytales are one thing However Fundamentalism is inc

I live to die How can my father turn to a God Who creates everything to die? I feel deceived, rejected... How can one pray? All so useless, senseless, cruel... Then I prefer to turn away Then I prefe

Chill the air, although only september Silent the woods as in deep slumber Here in Germania, slain by Cheruscan hand The glory of Rome has come to an end Gaul on it's knees, under Jupiters reign This

Death Messiah You're the one Occult dreams aren't your goal Why you preach the Black Book When handcuffs & whips are Your game Death Messiah Your religion Only an excuse Death Messiah Diabolic de

Black stars shine on the ancient fortified town The sun invisible or since long down? Over the dismal landscape Above Carcosa No sound, only the wind sighed Behind mysterious moons, strange towers hid

O Satan, prends pitié de ma longe misère! Oh Thou, the most savage of angels God only judges mild Those who chant songs to his praise Oh Prince of exile... To whom in every tale done wrong (but who) a

Tired of obeying a God that always ruled like a tyrant We decided to create our own kingdom While being surrounded by creatures Who pledged their allegiance eternally We refused, we rejected We decid

When the restless North Sea is trying to gain more land And a merciless west wind steals my breath When the fierce waves are pounding on the beaches Plain as an endless desert Or uttermost vile storms

A saviour that failed to save, preaching lack of will A cave for a grave, midst convicts on Golgotha's Hill The coming of a messenger, promises of a holy land Dating back to Pagan days, another son he

"Women are oppressed by all relegions of Light. No Female Priests can be found in Christianity, Moslem fundamentaliss demand Women's Hair to be covered. Eva (=Women) as the Eternal Sca

Wir sind Götter (We are gods) Gott ist der Mensch (god is man) Sein ist die Hand die schaft (his is the hand that makes) Sein ist die Hand die verletzt (his is the hand that wounds) Götterdämmerung! W

Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. Invictus! Invictus! I have not winced nor cried aloud Invictus! My head is

Mithras, God of the morning, our trumpets waken the wall! 'Rome is above nations, but thou art over all' Mithras, God of the morning, our trumpets waken the wall! 'Rome is above nations, but thou art

Oh remember the proud Hellenic civilisation The cradle of Europe where it all began Or the Portuguese and Spanish Armada Overwhelming Thy power, a tribute to the south Bruges, Antwerp, Ghent forever i

Once there sailed the North Sea The North Sea wide and cold A ship heavily loaded With the world's most precious gold The enemy ship was floating To steal our precious gold Floating on the North Sea O

(from Gallia to Germania) I still hear the ancient warcry (Roma to Brittania) I still hear the ancient battlecry The great old European heroes, the proud old European names Like snow now melted for su

"Inspired by the Great French Poet BAUDELAIRE. Very 19th Century like indeed. Vampires Are Forever but Somehow seemed to be more Alive and Real during the Golden Age of Poetry and Literatur

Toi, qui comme un coup de couteau Dans mon coeur plaintif est entree Toi, qui fort comme un troupeau De demons, vins, folle et paree To make out of my humiliated spirit Your bed and your domain Honour

Sieh das Morgenrot im Osten! Die Welt ist ein Feuer! Sieh das Morgenrot im Osten! Befreit ihre Seele (Behold the red dawn in the east! The world is a fire! Behold the red dawn in the east! Liberate th

orches to guide the way To walk the misty paths The forest seems like a shelter On this cold winter night A huge fire is reflecting shadows Of youth and old age As the open place is reached And the

Clad in armour, strong of will Eye for an eye, kill for a kill "Allah Ahkbar", "God wills it" Cross and half moon in total war "Allah Ahkbar", "God wills it" No

Sons of Laconia, under Lycurgian law 300 noblemen, ancient world in awe Facing Xerxes might, no hope for victory Still Persian blood coloured the Aegian Sea Go, tell the Spartans, stranger passing by,

Hate! Take the blood, take the blood Of my enemies Total hate I want them to die Total misantropia Who needs weak flesh or family Total misantropia Say whatever you want Meant for me to hear Hate is t

"At Certain Moments in Life a feeling of extreme Hate can take over Soul and Body, Adrealine and Anger can be turned into Power.

Hail to the Celtic tribes Hail to my Ancestors Hail to my Forefathers Hail to the Germanic tribes No one could conquer No one could take our Land When fighting us with same means No one could see us F

Last man standing Last man standing Victory! Last man standing! Valhalla!! Last man standing! Shattered and mortally wounded On the battlefield they lay Farewell my fellow companions Thy souls have go

On this site of reflection, you came to me as a ghost Near this monument of the fallen, where one hears the sad last post Celebration in the city of Ypres, again a new year was born Not on this place