Besatt

st in purple gives the sign by drawing symbols
The altar decorated in black drawns in fumes of suplphur
The golden chalice filled to the brim with wine mixed with blood
The naked victim mentally ready for the return of hellish ghosts

Incantation, sorcery, demons
Power over the astral
Blood, sorcery, ritual
The gates of hell are open

Let our flesh intertwine in dance
Let our flesh feel the hellish heat
Let our flesh writhe in sin
Let our souls follow the path of demons

Snaky dagger shines with silver and drips with sticky blood
The tribute given to the four elements from the four sides of the world
Arduous anthem carried by the wind still sound in our minds
Burning symbols, insignia of enemies, the first sin is commited

Incantation, sorcery, demons
Power over the astral
Blood, sorcery, ritual
The gates of hell are open


2. Second Sin: Homicide
I know, I can kill slowly
You know, you may be the next one
Now I see, do not expect forgiveness
You can feel it, you will not find mercy

Homicide
It gives bliss, but not relief
Homicide
The sweet fruit of my revenge

There is no way back
You know, you have touched my holiness
Now I see, a knife stained with blood
You can feel, how your life escapes

Blood has flowded

You will never touch me
You will never come closer
You will even never look at me
Satan is in my soul

3. Third Sin: Aggression
Give your hand to the Devil
He will clean up your concerns
Dump the bonds of pain and fear
Give a vent to your wild desires
And taste the blood of enemies
It's a nectar for your soul
Don't block unconsciously
The craving of sin

Inside of my soul
I can hear the whispers
The wild impulses
Are guiding me
I don't fight with the instinct
I give my body
I have no influence
On the frenzy of aggression

Aggression
It's passion and bliss
Aggression
It's strenght and power

Passion embraced my body
A craving of destruction
My muscles are tensed
Ready to fight
I am like the battering ram
I crush the obstacles
I give the blissfull relief
For my hungry soul

Give your hand to the Devil
He will clean up your concerns
Dump the bonds of pain and fear
Give a vent to your wild desires

4. Fourth Sin: Apostasy
My mind was born in dark abysses
From destructive rebellion inside of me
I see the world in colours of traitorous death
I can feel a brotherly hand of the devil

I've thrown off the shackles, shackles rounded by the thorn
I've killed the weakness, weakness designated to commoners

The covenant signed in children ignorance
Broken as a fruit from paradise garden
I've entered the palace of free hellish elites
Living behind a grey, wormy nest

I've cut the umbilical cord, an umbilical cord filled with venom
I've thrown away my memories, cursing all the past

5. Fifth Sin: Vengeance
Burning crosses give pleasure
Broken dogmas give relief

The stench of human meat
The crash of broken bones
Derisive laugh of inquisitor
Carry echoes of the past

Sweet vengeance, there will be blood again
Righteous vengeance, it's time to send the messages

For the witches on pyres
Christian crosses will burn
For the years of oppression
The crown of thorns will fall

It's not a time for forgiveness
There is no mercy
It's not a time for another cheek
It's time to die

Sweet vengeance, there will be blood again
Righteous vengeance, it's time to send the messages


6. Sixth Sin: Wrath
The old crosses on the crossroads
Decayed and bitten by the time
Symbols of eternal ignorance
Which is blind to the free world
Lie the relics of the past
Written in different dimension
Spit with venom of hypocrisy
And cast a dark shadow

Let's stand at the crossroads
And wake our wrath
Let it burn the crosses
We will burn the rests of ignorance

Let you take the possession of wrath
Pure wrath in its essence
Let the wrath be your guide
And cut the embarrassing ties

Gazing at the cross
You can see the pain
Your hands are tied
Without the line of defense
Like a sheep in the herd
You have a shepherd in cassock
And at the end of the way
You have nothing

Let's stand on the crossroads
And excite our wrath
Let it burn the crosses
Symbols of pride and yoke
Let's throw away our fear
And let grow our new strength
Rise up our new banners
Banners with the image of the Devil

7. Seventh Sin: Hatred
Wherever I gaze, I see christian crosses
I still hear truisms about mercy and forgiveness
I'm surrounded by plenty of blind sheeps
I can feel their fear of my hell

Hate is all I feel
I fuck it all

Let it burn
Poor figures
Let it rot
Old wooden cross
Let it fall
Chains of fear
Delightful hate
Gives relief today

Ravens in black cassocs preach their sermons
Prayers given to the maiden and her son
Altars stuck by vanity and golden insignia
Hands folded in prayer and fear of demons

When I see church
I feel hate
When I hear psalms
I feel hate
When I smell incense
I feel hate
When I touch the bible
I feel fucking hate!!!

8. Eighth Sin: Blasphemy
Lash in my hand whips sharply
It pulls a raw meat
I crown the usurper with thorns
Blood flows like tears
This is the last martyr's path
And I am your dark shepherd
We stagger to the towards Golgotha
Where the culprits die

I am the blasphemer, I am the sower of thruts
I am the blasphemer, I am the devil's lash

My hammer hits strongly
The dull rusty nail
Iron slowly tearing the tendon
Combining wasted body with cross
Blood flowing from wounds
Gives me a pleasant shiver
It's time to push the tip into the heart
And leave the body to be feed

I rise the wrought iron gate
And hear the whisper of beast's satisfaction
The stripped from hope are one the arena
Believers of Christian lies
Look to the eyes of my wild lions
Before their sharp fangs will drown in you
It's time to satisfy my suffering hunger
And leave the bodies to be feed

I am the blasphemer, I am the sower of thruts
I am the blasphemer, I am the sign of Satan

9. Ninth Sin: Idolatry
No, I will not rise my hands up
No, I will not fall on my knees
No, you will not find a humility in me
No, I will not bow my eyes before you

I look on your face with scorn
And body full of furrows and wounds inflicted by sin
This pity image in golden icons
Is not worth of divine insignia

No, I will not sing psalms
No, you will not hear my prayers
No, I will not make the sign of the cross
No, I will not make any tribute

You do not deserve to sublime altars
Which are posed to your face
How pity is your mercy
In the world full of sin

Yes, I refuse all means of grace
Yes, I liberate my instincts
Yes, I am believer in freedom
Yes, I follow the shiny pentagram