Watain

Promo 2002 tracks

Lyrics


1. ON HORNS IMPALED

Bow for me, inferior
I demand you in the name of the horns
For I am the one
To bring the demise of the bearer of thorns
You who's father
so pityful upon the cross died
Behold it inverted
And burning under the nightsky

Inferior lord of heaven
Your might shall fade
Jesus has wept
On goathorns impaled

Unclean vermins, scum of the earth
Blow your heads for the dark ages birth

Black fire cast your flames high
Above the realms of light
Behorned father Satan
Show them all your might
Taste the blood
And the decayed flesh of his sons
Behold the desecration
Of the weaker and feeble ones

A cross burned black
Soaked in sacred blood
From all of us to all of you:
Go fuck your jewish god

Inferior lord of heaven
Your might shall fade
Jesus has wept
On goathorns impaled

Black fire cast your flames high
Above the realms of light
Behorned father Satan
Show them all your might




2. THE LIMB CRUCIFIX

Show me the face of uttermost madness
Reveal the mystery of time reversed
For in chaos lies mights forgotten
From which we all have emerged

Crawling from wombs - a vast reflection
A rupturing from deformed flesh
Yet a false revelation, a pointless effort
For the truth of all life is Death.

For your bodies form a giant shape
That cast shadows across all lands
Filled with the greatest of emptyness
Falling as it stands
A crucifix of flesh and bones
Lifeless, yet trembling in fear
For as sulphurflames are it's consious
And the smothering is near

Emptiness spawn, pale stillborn breed
Blinded at birth and forever to be
His tusks pierced through eyelids and tounge
Not even Death can set you free

..Sense the smell of burning flesh

A titanic symbol of death's overture
Impaled on behorned pain
The limb crucifix, built on remains
Of the cursed breed of Cain
It cries and it suffers, burning within
Reaching towards the sky
Anguish shaped by bloodstained flesh
A shadow of Satan, longing to die




3. RABID DEATH'S CURSE

Born into a fatal illness
Ascension unto a graceless sphere
Yet the chain forged in sulphurfires
Emerges with them through labias lair
The stench, the curse, the sacrilige divine
The enduring of rupturing cold
Brought to life, crushed to dust
By an impenetratable presence of dark

Incarnation of plauges and of longdead pests
Fornication of all brought to life
Shadow majestic, spell infernal
At the core of mankind as a lifefeasting tumor

This curse if to haunt and to kill and to crush
For it's claws are the flesh of all life
It's eyes are the souls that burns at hell's heart
The ones who are blessed from it's strife
This plauge is to die and again to be reborn
Through eternity and beyond
For it is life, the rabid death's curse
Cast by the firstborn, never to be gone

Of sharpened steel and of hanging ropes
Is the cure of this illness made
For all lifes that walk are possessed by a curse
And in the end it all shall fade

Blessed from the filth
Touched by the mystery
Carressed by the dark
Left as a snake to crawl and to curse

May the seas they boil
And the napalm rain
Let mankind fade
For still it shall reign
Behold the burning of earth
And your feeble creation
Still cosmos shall tremble
Beneath his domination




4. MY FISTS ARE HIM

My fists are Him
The raging divinitys
As they reach
And as they strangle
My fists are Him
Of flesh and blood
Carnal infernal
In the soar throat of God

Cold seed - Demon breed
Lifeless might eternally
My fists are Him
The deeds of sin

He is the lightning that blindly strike
Wherever man may walk
Feasting on life's unsolved mystery
Towards which all living walk chained
And my fists are the vultures
Their claws and their eyes
My fists are Him
Buried in the cunt of time

My hair is the snake crawling among you
In deceitful venomous delight
My heart is the hammer
Which shape is beyond your sight
My fists crush the bones
That blind your eyes from shame
For the ground of earth eroding
Rests on the Devil's flames

Death dance - Black trance
The grip around your throat enhance
My fists are Him
As life turns dim...




5. THE WALLS OF LIFE RUPTURED

Spawn of the darkest evil divine
A creation of the holy womb
Step aside for lord Sathanas
His fist so deep within
A servant am I and in flesh am I captured
Holy flesh and holy sin
Oh, the strength it does not take
To deny life's lying pleasure

Their wars stills my hunger
The tears in their eyes still my thirst
Yet their life's feeds my despite
...Eternally to be cursed

As it opens for me
In darkest desolation I behold
My blood runs cold through my veins
Running in vain

Lands fall behind my eyes
And humanity is bleeding
And in my hand I hold the key
To all living holy glory
...And all that is evil

The womb of life is rotten black
The seed of light dried dead
The fist of Satan deep within
Behold the cunt of life in sin

Behold the purest evil
The creation of a higher force
Lurking within all of man
Stronger than every life and lie