Dracul: Father Lucifer Hear my cries on thy blasphemous altar Father Lucifer I sacrifice this lamb by thy silver dagger Father Lucifer I shall hail only you as my master Father Lucifer You are the sun, the star, the lightbearer Father Lucifer When the wind sings Armageddon's prayer Father Lucifer Take my hand to thy realm nether I shall be prince to your regency In the name of thy unholy blasphemy Lucifer: Immolate the Ways of Olde Be the Faust to Knowledge's Mephistopheles Open the Mysteries of Your Creation With The Book and the Sword your Keys Dracul: Moonlit Twilight Eclipsing my sight Of the Suns that blind Those of Yahweh's kind In A castle beyond the triptych of flames A flittermouse with the wrath of tyranny Vampiric screams of morning's dead I, Lord Dracul, proclaim in mine blasphemy The North Star journeys by my soulside The west wind lies at my left hand The waters of the east open wide The south, once in my sight, now a distant land Lucifer: The autumn sang their funeral hymn The winter conceived my being anew In Spring Diana's hunt again shall begin In Summer I felt a reborn soave course my body through Dracul: By Satan I raise my left hand, with blood of God, slain By Lucifer at my right hand, I anoint the pentagram By Belial before me, I opened the gate of flame I welcomed a new king By seas of Leviathan Lucifer: Not even for the wind did I weep Shades of tears to cleanse the demon's sorrow Not even for the wind could I sleep Nor Inheriting the pain the lambs hath beseeched Dracul: Father Lucifer You've heard my call of Yahweh's fall Father Lucifer Our Victory bequeathed the Moonbirthed windcall! Jhva Elohim Meth-God is Dead

I can hear it now The grotesque call of the wind and the Wolves Oh, such cacophony serenading me Lush Forests, free from God's light Shall be my altar this Beltaine night A dark embrace of Carpathian moonlight Avenging my pagan siblings Oh, the earth shall drink the blood of the sufferers vain The one's who worshipped by word of Christ and God's name I hail the moon as it eclipses the sky And slaughters all sounds around me Oh, I could hear the fires of my soul Crescendo... Lycanthropic symphony A dark embrace of Carpathian moonlight Oh...the darkness is mine As is the fire and all light And the pagan blood shed was not for naught Every ounce of strength drained from Christian's we fought And Armageddon's wind returns To carry my fire, that ever shall burn.

Scream forth blasphemies, oh winter wind Skin alive the worthless children of heaven In Algor mortis Even as the flames burn them away The sorrow of solitude is transcendence in and of itself To me this is paradise, to the weak, hell Pure hatred for the meek and weak willed The servants of God, they will die, they will. The will to serve through winds of wintry woes Is not meant for those Lusting for a paradise lost Yet proclaiming it's a sin to lust. As the day shall rise from autumn death Oh, the winds shall give forth Earth's new breath Cry not at this dawn of rebirth Nature trumps your messiah in all its worth.

Drums of hate and war Pure scorn and hate Lead the March Under north stars And the torchlight Of Master Wotan's one eye Sunset horizon in our sight Angelic gore shall torrent tonight We will crush the bones of their idol And quench Mother Earth's thirst with their blood The ground where they scorn defeat As they lay beneath our feet Shall be their funereal pyre Fallen souls maimed in the myre We salute with sword to Tyr God of war And shield to Fenrir His Lycanthropic spirit, in us, reborn Burn the skull of their crucified idol Immolate the chapel Chime the thunder's roar Almighty Thor The raven's of Wotan return to us They shall show us the way Splendid victory and glory for us As the sun breaks the sky, a new day. The flowers shall grow from their ashes wind-blown. The carnage of their concept of sin The ultimate glory, to their chagrin The Ravens call again...hark! Let us rest in victory beneath Yggdrasil's bark. And even if Armageddon awakened Futile would be its existence For The hand of might is proud and glorious, And with crucifix befallen, we are victorious.

Tonight, we raise a toast of Auric Chalice to Wolves For the blood of lambs was shed And Mother Earth and Hel were fed. Tonight, we feast in honor of The Iron willed wolves For the spirit of lycanthropy overcame And we celebrate the lambs' fall in vain. Tonight, the golden halls will shine With the glint of wolfen eyes For the torch of strength showed us the way Through the forest of left hand path once grey. A toast of auric chalice to wolves A tribute to the Lycanthropic souls. The wolfs now serenade to the moon and winds.

The mighty sound of damnation calls As the holocaust sky draw near Above the sorms over baeskade Rule the power of the vrilla It has come to ride the seven winters With winds of war and winds of cold Lightning strike the northland Leading us into seasons of frost Stand in the fog with so cold a heart Watching the death of the sun Valleys abound a thousand of coffins The holocaust has just begun It's the march of the blasphemous masses Into damnation all will fall Chapels of black unholy demons Chanting the words of the funeral rites Pure holocaust Chanting the words of the funeral rites Chapels of black unholy demons Into damnation all will fall Its the march of the blasphemous masses The holocaust has just begun Valleys about a thousands of coffins Watching the death of a sun Stand in the fog with so cold a heart