Pandemonic Incantations
Behemoth
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Diableria (The Great Introduction)
00 : 49
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The Thousand Plagues I Witness
05 : 15
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Satan’s Sword (I Have Become)
04 : 13
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In Thy Pandemaeternum
04 : 51
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Driven by the Five‐Winged Star
05 : 00
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The Past Is Like a Funeral
06 : 39
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The Entrance to the Spheres of Mars
04 : 45
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With Spell of Inferno
04 : 38
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Chwała mordercom Wojciecha (997–1997 dziesięć wieków hańby)
04 : 40
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Track Lyrics
Diableria (The Great Introduction) Lyrics
3 ContributorsDiableria (The Great Introduction) LyricsDominus Sathanas
Pan Deamonium
Capricornus
Dominus
Dominus Sathanas
Pan Deamonium
Capricornus
Dominus
Dominus
Satan’s Sword (I Have Become) Lyrics
1 ContributorSatan’s Sword LyricsFallen into oblivion...
The last view inside my mind -
Silver walls ofg the castle
Risen proudly towards the sky
The rebellion failed...
Many brave ones went down-
Hung on black trees they are
Blown by the four winds
I've been waiting for years
Growing stronger
Blazing weapons, eyes burn bright
In the dark - as a King I shall return...
Horns sing in the woods
Hordes gather
Ancient gods of war
Ride on the sky
Old kingdom will fall
Like a moondust...
Reflecting down the walleys-
So pure, hungry for blood
The hearts of the dark ones
Thunders strike...
Dancing on the black mirrors-
The bards of war and venegeance
Came from forgotten realms
As a King I shell return...
To proclaim my victory
Return of ancient pride
Laws of steel...
Cold steel...
In Thy Pandemaeternum Lyrics
2 ContributorsIn Thy Pandemaeternum LyricsFather, art thou blind and deaf?
Old man, decrepit and hideous
Hidden in woods of madness and anxiety
I am the beast, thou the refugium of love
Whereas your love as a cockroach
Under my own boot
I am the gehenna of humanity
Whereas thou art me mercy
And what shalt thou need it for
If the world shall fall asleep under my wings anyway
I am the blood from thy limbs, thou art the wisdom
Is it a great one, yes, vain fools do beliefe in it
They still go up in flames in anyway
Father, art thou blind and deaf?
Old man
Devils tongue is the tongue of fire
Yes, the same that burneth thine houses
Consumeth light and thy sheep damned
And even their wool is shaddy, and the meat poisonous
Not for the hungry dogs at my table
I shall destroy everything, or not
I shalt throw it to vultures to devour
Let them feast, let them feast
Devils tongue is the tongue of the night
Whenever thou delight in this beauty
Thou pour in thyself the wine of the underworld
And whenever thou crave for bearing it
There are only the whispers of trees thou can hear
Hungry of thy love, I am anticipating my time
Father, art thou blind and deaf?
Old man
Devils tongue is the tongue of my father
The one, who with universe constituteth an entity
Father who shall not sell thou out for any flirt
For love, affairs, kisses of humanity
Therefore give me his darkness
Power, might, hope and fulfillment
Give me his light
It is the time for the feast of hell
Chwała mordercom Wojciecha (997–1997 dziesięć wieków hańby) Lyrics
2 ContributorsChwała mordercom Wojciecha (997–1997 dziesięć wieków hańby) LyricsHail! Hail!
Hail! Hail!
Tysiąc lat, tysiąc pierdolonych lat
Dziesięć ciemnych wieków
Dlaczego!?
Gnuśnieliśmy w wilczych norach
A naszą świętość czas pogrzebał
I krzyż wielki drewniany
Wciąż rzuca krwawy cień
Na waszą przeszłość!
Co potrzebujecie będzie wam dane
Czy ta zdradziecka bestia wciąż żyje
I nikt, nikt nie zapomni
Nikt!
Że już czas prócz tego powolnego
Który taki zgarbiony, niedołężny
Ślepy na tronie Watykanu
Hail! Hail! Hail! Hail!
To my jesteśmy morzem Apokalipsy
Ostatnią nadzieją odradzającej się istoty
Waszym piekłem
Naszym ukojeniem
I nie topory, lecz wspomnienia
Będą piły krew Waszą tam
Na Armagedeńskich polach
Dziś my karcimy waszego
Ścinamy głowę Watykanu
Którą wyślemy zanim przyjdzie tam
Gdzie wasza wiara rozpostarła
Swe brudne skrzydła
Hail! Hail! Hail! Hail!
Dzisiaj...
Ścinamy głowę Watykanu
W koronie
Ludzie
Ludzie się od śmierci ociągają
Nienawiść...
Lecz tego miejscca już nie ma!
Hail! Hail!
Pomścimy!
Pomścimy, tak!
Hail! Hail!
Wojna!