Discipline Through Black Sorcery Lyrics

Through fire, through water,
through temples carved of stone.
My quest for dark solitude,
beyond the realms of men.
From the highest astral pulpit,
to the subterranean vaults.
I piss on the graves of billions,
I mock, and rise again.

This gift of frozen ashes,
the blessings of the noose.
These treasures I bestow upon thee,
ye fools of a cursed line.
My scorn shall ye receive,
poison in the hearts of men,
tormenting all with pestilence,
and plagues until the end.

From far beyond the twilight realm,
I call this evil forth.
Malignant forms of holy dark,
attack at my command!

Rise! Rise! From the abyss to cover the world in chaos.
Rise! Rise! With iron scythes this world defiled.
No mercy, no redemption, no paradise saved.
Thundering hearts, swollen black in night graves.

Nightfall comes roaring on the shadowed wings of death,
under skies lit by primordial fires!
Luciferian magick, this holy burning pyre.
Plundering chaos will strip the fabric of reality.

I am the lord and master of this ancient source of fear.
Cold, dark blood in my veins.

Rise! Rise! From the abyss to cover the world in darkness!
Rise! Rise! With iron scythes this flesh defiled.
No mercy, no redemption, no paradise saved.
Necrotic hearts, swollen black in night graves.
Through starlight and corpselight these rabid wills come forth,
to dissolve this world with unholy night-force.