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The Sorcerer's Prelude
01:53
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Wicked Sorcerer
06:28
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On his pale horse, The Sorcerer rides,
through the sands of time.
He will soon get his vengeance
Enemies awaken
to their last morning.
For the wicked sorcerer shall arise
As a child in the homeland,
he was cast as a shadow.
Trampled on by every foot.
He had power they knew it,
for they feared his abilities.
They could not let him rise.
Thrown out of the village,
he was left for dead.
Through the fires of hell he strode.
Revenge on his mind,
he soon learned the secrets.
The day of reckoning will come.
Days and years have gone by,
like the galloping stride.
A master of magic he has become.
With no fear in his eyes,
and the courage to die.
He sets out to reclaim his own.
Now he marches alone,
to the place he called home,
and he will not be stopped.
The armies they came,
but they quickly were slain.
For there’s no match for The Sorcerer.
The village it cries,
as it swiftly dies,
at the hand which they begot
They beg for his mercy,
he has none of it left.
The pain endured has taken too much
For the gods have all fallen,
they could not put an end.
To the sorcerer and his revenge.
if you look to the skies
on a full mooned night
The Wicked Sorcerer shall arise.
The Wicked Sorcerer shall arise!
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The Impaler
03:48
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He fears not death nor any man,
for he is pure evil himself.
Like a spirit he watches
for those who try to escape.
He takes them
and ends their lives on the putrid stake.
For he is,
The Impaler.
His cold blood runs in his veins.
His heart is as black as the night.
The souls of his many enemies.
They drift in the endless abyss.
His victims, they smell of death.
On the stakes, there corpses rot.
Eaten by ravens and vultures.
See the forest of the dead.
Coming to take your skull,
Impaler, death will call.
Sense that the end is near,
Impaler, brings you fear.
Coming to take your skull,
Impaler, death will call.
Sense that the end is near,
Impaler, brings you fear.
He drinks the blood of his victims.
Blood spills forth across the land.
The sentenced, they wait in fear.
For there fate soon will come.
His haunted victims hang there.
They hang in the forest of hell.
Sending off a message to obey.
Or they will meet a similar fate.
Coming to take your skull,
Impaler, death will call.
Sense that the end is near,
Impaler, brings you fear.
Coming to take your skull,
Impaler, death will call.
Sense that the end is near,
Impaler, brings you fear.
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Damn you to Hell
03:39
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In the dead of winter freezing cold,
blazing inferno heats down below.
Once I have you in my grip,
the fires you shall come to know.
Damn you to Hell below.
Darkness is all you know.
Look who’s had the last laugh.
Now there’s no turning back.
Your fate is held in my judgement.
You will do as I command.
Turn against me if you dare.
Feel the smite of wrathful hands.
Damn you to Hell below.
Darkness is all you know.
Look who’s had the last laugh.
Now there’s no turning back.
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Infierno
00:34
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By the light of the moon,
the Wicked Witches, they ride.
In circles chants they all croon,
spells they cast with loud cries.
On brooms they fly together,
sky terror of the night.
The cackles heard from miles round,
will make you shiver deep in fright.
Nightly moonlight ritual,
sends fear across the land.
Infernal Bloodcult Witchery,
the mark of evil’s hand.
The sacrilegious sacrifice,
blood upon the altar.
An offering for down below,
evil words of devil psalter.
Do not venture late at night,
or you will feel the dark ones might.
For if you are the chosen,
then they have sealed your life.
Nightly moonlight ritual,
sends fear across the land.
Infernal Bloodcult Witchery,
the mark of evil’s hand.
Nightly moonlight ritual,
sends fear across the land.
Infernal Bloodcult Witchery,
the mark of evil’s hand.
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Evil Priest
05:08
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Evil Priest.
Demon Spawn
Holy Terror
In the chapel.
Sacrifice.
Call The Beast.
Hell’s Portal.
Pull you in.
Now you’re gone.
Ninth Circle.
Down Below.
Holds The Throne.
Enslaved congregation,
damning them to Hell.
Bends them to his will,
he casts his wretched spell.
Cursing generations,
his bible spills with lies.
Conjuring up demons,
end with your demise.
Prays upon the weak,
feeds upon the poor.
Lies about the afterlife
to the wicked and the scorn.
Claims to be a prophet.
Claims to speak with God.
But he will have no afterlife,
as his corpse is slowly rot.
Sits inside his church,
he hides within the light.
Working with the darkness,
he feels the Devil’s might.
His forces of evil,
scour throughout the land.
Searching for fresh blood victims,
to place in Satan’s hand.
Spewing lies as truth,
the truth is long forgotten.
Sodomy and greed and lust,
is all that he’s begotten.
In evil he reigns,
with power and blood rain.
On gold plated altars,
he rules them in vain.
Evil Priest.
Demon Spawn
Holy Terror
In the chapel.
Sacrifice.
Call The Beast.
Hell’s Portal.
Pull you in.
Now you’re gone.
Ninth Circle.
Down Below.
Holds The Throne.
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Necronomicon
03:58
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Deep in the night,
your mind is uncertain.
The dark voices whisper,
chill like the wind.
Your body moves on it’s own,
you wonder where it will take you.
In the cold dark forest
the damned pages await you.
You awake covered in sweat,
how did you get back home.
Maybe it was all just a dream,
but you’re covered in blood and dirt.
You take a walk downstairs.
your family lies in the living room.
It’s their blood that covers your hands,
and now you walk in their tomb.
You try to scream but it all goes black,
your soul is locked in chains.
The demons fill your body,
leave your family slain.
The black book, it did this,
brought the demons up from Hell.
You’re body, now their home
enchanted under their spell.
Necronomicon,
Book of the Dead.
First your haunted,
Now you’re dead!
Necornomicon!
Necronomicon!
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