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Ritual

(2011)
TypeStudio Full-length
GenresMelodic Death Metal
LabelsMetal Blade Records
Album rating :  87.5 / 100
Votes :  4
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Ritual Lyrics

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Submitted by level Besi Karat
1. A Shrine to Madness (4:41)
“Let us go out this evening for pleasure for the night is still young!”
Let us dance skeletally,
The chill of the autumn is stirring in me.
Let us rape, let us murder,
A night to sate thine perverted desires,
A night on which to watch them die,
To see the life whisked from the inside.
A night so black as Satan’s hide,
When we ghouls do come alive,
When the masks of mockery shall disguise our wicked eyes.
To the death of all,
Celebrate the empty breath of fall.
The 31st twill not go silent so long as evil doth dwell in man.
Devils night t’was a scorcher,
But on this eve we bring hell.

Here in the season of the dead,
Sanity hangs by a thread.
We’re descendants of the dark,
Give us back our one true love.
Manifest all hallows eve,
Samhain grim our one true love.
No you shant kill Halloween,
For we’ve bore it in our blood.

Embrace ye the brown leafed vertigo,
For this undead night we have sold our souls.
Hoist ye this black flag of blasphemy,
Lift high this emblem of hate,
Return the jackolanterns smile on this holiday,
For the defiled shed the thorned binds of Christ’s denial,
And son let the devil in,
Cultus diabolous,
Laus ut flamma,
Cultus obscurum,
Amplexus fatum.
Rejoice now ye hellions of Earth,
A glimpse of a future not far,
When the dark one is said to return,
Blackening this planet with ire.

Let us rape,
Let us murder,
A night to sate thine perverted desires.
A thrill that cannot be quantified,
To warm one’s hands upon arson’s fires.
May the spoils of this evening rot our teeth to the gums,
May the treats of our enemies sever their lying tongues.

Here in the season of the dead,
Sanity hangs by a thread.
We’re descendants of the dark,
Give us back our one true love.
Manifest all hallows eve,
Samhain grim our one true love.
No you shant kill Halloween,
For we’ve bore it in our blood.
2. Moonlight Equilibrium (3:30)
A code embedded deep within,
Encrypted in vaults of bone and skin.
A tug magnetic toward the dark,
The wolf voracious hath witnessed it’s mark.
Internal pressure growing behind your eyes,
It’s mounting still.
Constant thoughts of evil are coming to a head inside you,
Humanity decreasing.
Blood is strong upon the passing winds,
To forsake would be a sin,
Let the night entrance you.

You’ll feel the pull of the moonlight equilibrium,
Pitch black transmission of the soul.
Instincts from within rise,
We’re all but beasts that hunger from inside,
Cannot escape this longing.

These symptoms don’t remit for death,
Becoming sick.
The long hairs,
Feel them stand,
The nightworld calls again.
Your existence turning black,
There’ll be no coming back.
A desire to tear and hack,
It’s growing lord,
Please help us.

You’ll feel the pull of the moonlight equilibrium,
Pitch black transmission of the soul.
Instincts from within rise,
We’re all but beasts that hunger from inside,
You must subdue this yearning to feast.

That very eve the devil cameth and his will did force thine idle hands.
Open his heart of molten darkness,
Floweth forth foul rivers of the damned.
Blood of the lycan within thee,
Enthroned heir to their cosmic fathers unknown,
Who traileth not far from where death would increase,
Seek they to murder,
To rid the world,
Clean a curse by the ancients of bloodline befouled.
The clouds they are parting,
The moon has come out.

Internal pressure growing behind your eyes,
Its mounting still.
Constant thoughts of evil are coming to a head inside you,
Humanity decreasing.
Blood is strong upon the passing winds,
To forsake would be a sin,
Let the night entrance you.

You’ll feel the pull of the moonlight equilibrium,
Pitch black transmission of the soul.
Instincts from within rise,
We’re all but beasts that hunger from inside,
Cannot repress these urges to kill,
To taste the red your only will,
There’s no salvation.
3. On Stirring Seas of Salted Blood (4:42)
Oceans of madness darkened,
Alone on hell she rides,
Lichen, undead, and rotten,
Dripping and dignified.
She combs with violence upon the wailing storm,
This spectral ship of doomed purgation barrels on awry.

On stirring seas of salted blood,
Condemned to forge her sails forevermore,
Her hull will never reach the shores,
Damning waters of irony filth.

“Neath the stench of crimson winds,
Her sails of flesh betorn.
Red skeletons are oaring,
The plasma stains their bones.
Her rusting cannons fire blindly in the mist,
This haunted vessel lost and damned,
The prisoners of her endless quest.
A burial at ancient sea that cannot rest in fucking peace,
The crew of wraithlike revenants merely seek peace and reverence from purgatorial permanence.
Their cursed bondage has no end,
On they ride through the throes of ceaseless night,
Her will never dies,
The compass pointing straight to hell,
And that is where they’re going.
Beaten by curling waves of red,
The storm,
No signs of slowing now.

On stirring seas of salted blood,
Condemned to forge her sails forevermore,
Her hull will never reach the shores,
Damning waters of irony filth.

Scabbed with the blood of ones they have killed,
The ghosts of war must soldier on.
4. Conspiring with the Damned (3:44)
Conspiring with the damned,
Contact the other side,
Converse with the deceased,
Corrupt your virgin mind,
We cannot comprehend.
A cold dead in between the roaming spirit world where the living do not see.
“It’s just a game.”
Revealing horrid secrets,
Identity unknown,
What started out in innocence,
With evil it has grown.

The opening of gateways obscene,
The ancient horror on this evening will unfold,
A wretched curse on thine own family,
You’ll wish the dead you’d never sought to know.

Decrypting the words of the deceased,
Of molestations of murder and disease.
Hatred fueled by a searing jealousy,
Forever fleshless,
Enshamed they long to be.
The secrets of our fate the dead have seen.
Masquerading as a friend initially,
Profane possession,
Nightmare reality.
Just place your hands upon the planchette and believe.

Don’t look now the walls are bleeding,
Crucifixes are inverting,
Candles black are sickly burning,
Throughout the air are pages whirling,
You’ll pray to God to see you through the night,
You’ll embrace a God,
Feeling threatened for your life,,
A twisting demons face you’ll come before in a dream.
The damned abhorrent dead find refuge in your screams,
Witness them speak.

The opening of gateways obscene,
The ancient horror on this evening will unfold,
A wretched curse on thine own family,
You’ll wish the dead you’d never sought to know.
5. The Window (3:39)
I sodomize the young and dying,
This sick hunger is my vice.
My lust to drip my rotten seed upon their cooling flesh so fare,
Of their gurgled screams I could never hear enough.
Bless their puny hearts and their sweet naiveties,
Praise those little lemmings,
But rats unto the piper.
Bless those putrid beasts,
Their innocence my blade’s eager to meet.
May my song of hatred lead them forever downward.

I fill the mouth with semen while the head still blinks and shakes,
Ten seconds is the window,
Another child has met his fate.
I hold the grisly treasure skyward,
Have a laugh into its face,
Bless all Earth’s most precious children with my blackened love insane.

I’ve come to revel in the horror no words nor nightmare could describe,
The erotic waves of lurid rapture,
That moment when they realize.
Bless those little wonders and their curiosities,
Praise those little maggots but lambs unto my slaughter,
A blessed life so cheap,
Their perfect flesh will be the ideal treat,
May my song of worship bring them ever closer.

I fill the mouth with semen while the head still blinks and shakes,
Ten seconds is the window,
Another child has met his fate.
I hold the grisly treasure skyward,
Have a laugh into its face,
Bless all Earth’s most precious children with my blackened love insane.

I’m insane,
How they’ll be hunting for us nightly,
Tirelessly combing to no end,
Your shameful death to be in a shroud of mystery.
You’ll never see the light of day again,
Slitting their bellies open wide,
So wide.
A great delight to look inside.
I sit upon their chests until they cease,
Expressionless ejaculating whilst they die.

I fill the mouth with semen while the head still blinks and shakes,
Ten seconds is the window,
Another child has met his fate.
I hold the grisly treasure skyward,
Have a laugh into its face,
Bless all Earth’s most precious children with my blackened love insane.
6. Carbonized in Cruciform (4:46)
The circle of bones has been sealed,
Prepared for these most ancient rites.
Three virgin cunts arrested by chains,
Gut them like pigs,
Let their filthy blood drain.
Dark astral sigils brand their bruised backs with eyes disembodied,
Enshroud them in black.
Moaning, defeated, mere inches from death,
We reach out to you master with this offering ov flesh.
Cremation of the captured,
Inhaling the funeral plumes.
Torches besoaked and then set ablaze,
Accept now this token of drek, death, and doom.
Observing communion satanic elite,
Nails through the midst of the lamb’s hands and feet.
Affixing with hammers,
A spear through the side,
Staked with conviction as if it were Jesus Christ.
Impaled and hung up there,
Three of their most rotten thieves,
In a black recreation so hideous and foul,
Of when this sickening lie was so deftly conceived.

Unearthly ritual,
Bloodlet thine human sow.
In flames his face appears,
Black intentions crystal clear.
Darkly the mass has encircled in silence,
The hooded look on the skies they are threatening terrible storms,
Protesting this crucifixion.

So hear me now and rise up from the flames.
Twisting leviathan,
Our path left handed,
We bear the bestial markings spelling doom.
O master rear your horned head,
Master exhale your acrid breath,
We are your humble servants,
We bow before your blackened essence true.

Unearthly ritual,
Bloodlet thine human sow.
In flames his face appears,
Black intentions crystal clear.
Accept our sacrifice,
Their blood will giveth voice.
Carbonized in cruciform,
Black inversion of the one called lord.
7. Den of the Picquerist (1:30)
Slicing, stabbing, hacking, maiming,
Shredding, severing, rearraging.
Mincing, dicing, mutilating,
Surpassing mere dreams or masturbatings.
Flowers of flesh and blood,
Enthralling unruptured skin,
An empty easel appalling.
Dismemberment is my expression,
This weapon is my sex phallic.
My every thrust gaining an entrance to the red.
Your blood, your blood,
Your blood is what I need,
The sight, the smell, the taste of it,
Beside myself with glee.
Posing your body to humiliate,
Beyond recognition my knives perforate,
Den of the picquerist.
8. Malenchanments of the Necrosphere (4:18)
Ancient human obelisk awakens from centuries of dust,
Imprisoned in obsidian,
A horrid golemesque abomination.
The man of stone,
Black soul within the ebon bone,
Carved by the mad gods,
Born from the mountains hull,
Scrolls of blackened magick unearth this hateful will anthromorphous.
Propelling forward slow and sluggish,
But rumbling to life.
Beyond those whiteless eyes,
A blinded rage of hatred, torment, and frustration,
Aeons of suffering,
Eternal is the conflagration to crumble every feeble being,
Found destruction his means of expressing.

Juggernaut of endless enmity,
Leaned hands equipped for throttling the heartless devils who’ve bound him here,
With malenchanments of the necrosphere,
The end is near.

His poisoned heart is pumping somewhere deep inside.
From weakness armored for when the skulls of man his flesh collides.
Soldier of solitude,
Of elemental pain.
Driven to insanity when stone his form became incarcerated in his skin.
Emancipate him from his sin,
He once stood just like me,
A peasant full of apathy,
Petrified his family tree.
Shake free from the chains of bondage and arise.
Kill.
Storm the mortals land,
Unraveling his plan,
Fists of iron swinging,
Erase this Earth.
Enraged in rain filled footsteps lie the dead and broken,
The crushed and splintered,
Untimely their demise.

Juggernaut of endless enmity,
Leaned hands equipped for throttling the heartless devils that have bound him here,
With malenchanments of the necrosphere,
9. The Grave Robber's Work (3:37)
The grave robber’s work is never done,
It’s up all night and sleep all day,
The hours are shit with hell to pay.
Pockets are brimming from our unique brand of sinning,
When the ladies claw my back at night,
I know I’m doing something right.
I deliver the goods as long as they don’t ask,
Deny I’m a working stiff like dear old dad,
And to you and yours nothing but curses,
You’ll slave your life away,
And for what?
You’re just as dead as these old fucks.
They’ll never get me,
I’ll never run out of stock,
With every second that ticks past,
The bodies are still stacking up.

So I’ve clipped a few fingers off to get that gold for which I lust from the deadman’s bank and trust,
To the depths of hell or bust.
The blackened bits of exhumed evidence embedded neath my fettered fingernails,
It’s but a smallish part of what our dirty work entails.

Come dance with me,
This graveyard planet that you’ve called Earth you hold in such a high regard,
It’s but as worthless as a turd.
Will you follow me into the dark?
I rob the dead for what they’re worth,
Jewels, wealth, clothing, sex.
When the mood prefers to carve a sullen path through life,
Within the fallen’s shoes you’d turn your nose at me,
Although I smell of sheik perfumes.

So I’ve clipped a few fingers off to get that gold for which I lust from the deadman’s bank and trust,
To the depths of hell or bust.

Haunted by faces when I try to close my eyes,
So deeply it festers,
The guilt is murder.

The blackened bits of exhumed evidence embedded neath my fettered fingernails,
It’s but a smallish part of what our dirty work entails.
May the gods have mercy.
10. The Raven (2:58)
Through midnight skies on desert winds bearing tidings of warfare,
Of endless pestilence familiar to the darkened one.
Empowering thelemic sign immortalize,
We bow to none weak.
Christian lepers are fading fast,
Enhungered beaks accept their flesh,
Necrotic skin.
Dissolving the Devil’s will looming,
A reach ever boundless and omnipotent,
With radiance the hellbird soars,
Anathmetizing victims curse them with hatred from our lord.
On wings of blackened grandeur ride,
Envenoming our weaponry with supernatural strength we strike.
Sad Christian failures to fade at last,
Bewinged fiends consume what’s left.
Necrotic skin erupting,
The dark lord he’s laughing,
Your father forsaken faithlessly,
Suffer endlessly.

Bird of omens,
Ill harbinger of blight,
The raven waits with vengeance in his sights.

Do as thou wilt is the whole of our law,
This world befallen within blackened claws.
Quarantined, contaminated destitute camps of putrefying grace plague on this world.
Eliminated raven returns reeking of their mass graves,
Harken to his voice,
Uphold our blackened creed,
Their god be dead.

Bird of omens,
Ill harbinger of blight,
The raven waits with hatred in his eyes.
11. Great Burning Nullifier (3:25)
Deny this hell of their design o great burning nuillifier.
Almighty alteror,
Perceptions transformation.
No mistress so harsh as this world,
Guide us to the smallest beauties,
Something to worship in a realm so godless.

Take us away,
Suffocate the day,
The sands of time doth grate.
We wrecks of nerves await salvation,
Willing is our sedation,
Lethargic our rejection,
Prefer to take it on in sleep,
May your magick comfort me.

A higher power here on Earth do speak now,
The hidden language traversing vast expanses,
Locked within the convolutions.
Gaze hard into our reddened eyes,
The cracked stare of liberation.
Agents to the numb,
The pain of a trite empty existence,

We lifted spirits converge in flame,
Great nullifier coloring the greys,
Terminal boredom light and evade.
Our prayers are Earthen,
A ritual escape.

Sanity is a full time job in a world that’s always changing,
Sanity so quietly is kept resisting archaic tradition.
Now pass some down.

Take it away,
Suffocate the day,
The sands of time doth grate.
We wrecks of nerves await salvation,
Willing is our sedation,
Lethargic our rejection,
Prefer to take it on in sleep,
May your magick comfort me.

So bring us laughter,
Coalesce in haze,
Sweet nullifier accentuates.
Gather the masses,
Burn and celebrate,
Our prayers unholy,
The ritual remains.

We lifted spirits converge in flame,
Great nullifier coloring the greys,
Terminal boredom light and evade.
Our prayers are Earthen,
A ritual escape.
12. Blood in the Ink (4:40)
It’s time,
Go get the gun,
The one your family’s hiding from.
Sleeping in the dresser drawer,
Do pull its trigger I implore,
Kill your parents then yourself,
Push your life right off the shelf.
Die for metal,
Leave this hell,
Take this oath of blasphemation.

When asked to kill you won’t or will.
Casting aside the weak when lord belial your name,
He calls conquer or wallow in defeat.
Blood in the ink.

The unholy writ on contract for your soul,
Of your feeble peasant minds we have control.
We yank these hidden strings,
The ones that make the razors go,
We’re cancelling your favorite show.
We’ve pulled the plug,
We’ve closed the curtain.

Drinketh deep now this cup of poison,
And drag a blade right through your veins.
Slaughtering every soul around you of mortality,
You’ll take the reigns,
You’ve broken your bones in violent ritual.
Tattooed black your flesh in our name,
We ask you now to wield the razor at our command,
You’ll worship pain.

Calligraphy in crimson ink,
Thick and dark each stroke.
I hereby swear my life to him,
Here is the sacred parchment,
Now part your skin and sign below.

When asked to kill you won’t or will.
Casting aside the weak when lord belial your name,
He calls conquer or wallow in defeat,
Our blood is Satan’s blood,
Blood in the ink.

Drinketh deep now this cup of poison,
And drag a blade right through your veins.
Slaughtering every soul around you of mortality,
You’ll take the reigns,
You’ve broken your bones in violent ritual.
Tattooed black your flesh in our name,
We ask you now to wield the razor at our command,
Let your life drain.
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