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As I am I reclaim the throne of all creation
As I shall be annointed king
For thy strength I must sustain
For thy dominion I shall proclaim
I my communion, I reign supreme
I am the king of all kings
I my dominion, my own affliction
I am the king of all kings
Bring forth your master
Kneel before thy king
Reflect upon your sinful acts
Repent, repent to me
Endure, through countless years of pain
Rejoice through the blood of your martyrs
I my communion, I reign supreme
I am the king of all kings
I my dominion, my own affliction
I am the king of all kings
King of all kings
King of all kings
I abomination, evil supreme
I am the king of all kings
I am religion, I am dominion
I am the king of all kings!
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We are the obscure terror
We are your enemies, sworn to secrecy
Mentors of all that is profane
We are betrayers, devoid of your worth
We thrive in all that is stained
We poison all that is pure
We endanger all that be
Strength through adversity
Death with nobility
Instruments of insurgency
We are the obscure terror
Why hinder thou from escaping obscurity
Thus dominating your race
You will not stop us, you can not stop us
For we shall never falter
We are extraordinary in our design
We flourish in your pain
In your blindness, your very blindness
We attack with ferocity
Strength through adversity
Death with nobility
Instruments of insurgency
We are the obscure terror
In your god whom you cherish
We defy his very existence
It is time to relinquish your throne
You must perish!
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Let it be told
That our penchant for blood
Is sacred in design
Let it be known
That our penance for our gods
Is pure and unified
Heed not for our sins
For our sins hath no path
Of impurities
For it is I who will conquer
This plane of existence
Heed not for our scrolls
For our text hath no path
Of deviation
For it is I who will transcend to
This plane of existence
We must appease the gods
For fear of obliteration
We fast as part of our offerings
As we pray for the sun and
The rain to appear
I shall exact my revenge
For I am the top of the hierarchy
Heir to a tradition of unification
For I am the mother and the father
And the heart of our domain
I am the wiseman
I am a thing of evil
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Awken from below I call thee
Thy master pure in darkness
The one of hate before thy paths
Were chose to be forsaken
From depths of time in portals
Through empty eyes of light
I searched the texts for knowledge
Now I bleed the sacrifice
I am of purest power
Strengths of a thousand souls
I hear the voices of
The oldest ones burning within
Reveal the truth unto me
For I'll command the worthy
March through the ruins of
Diminished tribes
Beyond redemption!
In vein of sacred scriptures
Prodive the sight and visions
The lusting of hypocrisy
Forever scars the soul
Cursed is the life once given
Your prayers obsolite
The termination of the myths
You've led yourself to believe
I summon winds of fire
I summon winds of disease
I summon torture upon
All my rivalries who shall bleed
Confronting all before me
To tempt what I have in store
Don't tempt my fury for
The flames shall burn eternally
Beyond redemption
Aftermath of ashes and dust
Beyond redemption
The weak shall lie beneath the earth
Beyond redemption
You shall weep upon the feast I feed
I summon winds of fire
I summon winds of disease
I summon torture upon
All my rivalries who shall bleed
Confronting all before me
To tempt what I have in store
Don't tempt my fury for
The flames shall burn eternally
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Born by fire now force thy ways
I am the entity
I hold the chalice
The praise of demi-gods my oath to thee
Behold majestic strengths
Amongst the chosen ones
To desecrate, dominate
All enemies that dare to rise
We are the coming of the scorned messiah
Apocalyptic seeds
The loathing of your arrogance ordained
In absence of the souls in withered lies
Defeating all that stand
Conceration of the frails demise
Impending visions of prophecies
Await the dormancy
To seek our path
The path of righteousness, eternal bliss
Possess the rites of time
To thee of virgin blood
Now desecrate, dominate
The ones that shall be left behind
Born by fire!
We are the coming of the scorned messiah
Apocalyptic seeds
The loathing of your arrogance ordained
In absence of the souls in withered lies
Defeating all that stand
Conceration of the frails demise
You'll submit to our immortal ways
To only realize that we command
The armies of the dark shall form in flame
Destroying forgery
You cannot fool the eyes of the gods
Born by fire!
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O, gods of fire, volcanic lava
O, gods of flame, of this molten mass, ave!
O, gods of fire, bringer of darkness
O, gods of flame, harbringer of hate
O, gods of fury, we are of the coven
O, gods of rage, lords of the serpent
We pray for your emergency
Chants in declaration
For the gods of demise
Chants in declaration
Awaken beasts of the deep
Through the rites of passage
I invoke thee to appear
I summon forth your power
Chants in declaration
For the gods of demise
Chants in declaration
For the almighty gods of demise
Arise, o things of the abyss
Through the rites of passage
I implore thee to appear
I summon worth your knowledge
O, gods of fire, volcanic lava
O, gods of flame, of this molten mass, ave!
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Mark thy masters wrath
The scrolls now entangled
I offer my blood in chants of disgust
Enter a dimension of hate
Rejoice in flaming circles
Temptation of ones blinding faith
Rings of fire engulfing the earth
Now brought to a blaze
Bound by the shadows that dwell from within
Awaken the beasts now speaking in tongues
Invoking despair
I am the grace of rising legions of black
The feebleness of man
The saved, the purest blood
Await the prophets I've already torn
What I have and what I create
Beheads the ways of holy
Creation of my blessed domain
I am wrath!
Sworn to silence
I am wrath!
Blessed with hatred
Rings of fire engulfing the earth
Now brought to a blaze
Bound by the shadows that dwell from within
Awaken the beasts now speaking in tongues
Invoking despair
I am the grace of rising legions of black
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Monoliths of profound power
Legends of tradition and myths
Rise from the depths of the abyss
O monarchs of divine power
Living face of the ancestor
Rise from the depths of the abyss
Principals of sacred design
Immense leviathan of strength
Rise and grant us your purity
Statues of tradition and ancestry
Bless us with your spirit
Statues of tradition and ancestry
Guide us in your darkest hour
In spirit
We long for the heavens
As we aspire to be of the pure
In spirit
We search our souls
As we obtain the powers of mana
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Is it a theory of pure scepticism
Belief of the end of a civilization
The never ending mystery of their demise
Millions of lives that cease to exist
Powers that be
Claimed the lives of a ruling dynasty
Powers that be
Anciest apocalypse of this dunasty
Collapse of a culture
They could not resist
The unrelenting questions of
Their evolution
Carving of chaos and rulers so bold
Forged in stone and so it was written
Powers that be
Claimed the lives of a ruling dynasty
Powers that be
Anciest apocalypse of this dunasty
Powers that be
Freezing winds that caused this travesty
Powers that be
The confusing riddle of the end of this
Dynasty
They lived for their temple
They lived for their palace
They lived for their deities
They mastered mathematics
They mastered astology
In manuscripts of hieroglyphics
So it was told!
Powers that be
Claimed the lives of a ruling dynasty
Powers that be
The confusing riddle of
The end of this dynasty
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