Opferblut - Black Funeral

«Manche wollen den dinger folgen, die sich bewegen aufpassen, schleichen,

warten, spigen um zu toten und zu beissen, beisse tief und reichlich,

sauge das blut

Manche wollen mit den Zahnen winen und die dinge mit den handen aufwuhlen und

sich in die erde hinein kuscheln

Manche klettern auf der baume, manche kratzen an den Graben des Todes,

manche kampfen mit der stirn, den fussen oder klauen, manche beissen platzlich

zu ohne Veranlassung!

Die bestraffing ist streng und gewiss

Deswegen lerne das gesetz

Sage die Woter!

Sage die Worter!

SAGE DIE WORTER!»

-Anton Szandor LaVey, The Satanic Rituals

Behold The place of necromantic lust, our sorcery is an iron!

Three subdued in our dungeons, all serve our specific needs…

An opfer who screams as an insect, hooked inverted to provide balance to the

thought

Drips the blood of youth into our mouths, feel the precious life leave…

we consume the spirit… we shall know the trapped spirit

Trough the sphere of Azanigin, we all transcend a calm of conscious is achieved,

chained to a haggard table observing the fear in the eyes… slicing the nimble

flesh… drinking from the wounds, observe the beautiful misuck of the skull

drums, witness the death dance

I will learn forward, to below the Kraken’s kiss

The screams invoked act as an angel’s dying song…

Haunted, we shall focus the will to thy astral, trough our ghastly touch all

lifeforce drained, into the crystal…

Wamphyri, from the land of dark immortals communion was held

"Some want to follow things that are moving, watch out, sneak,

wait, spigen to kill and bite, bite deep and rich,

suck the blood

Some want to weep with their teeth and stir things up with their hands and

snuggle into the earth

Some climb the tree, some scratch the ditch of death,

some fight with their foreheads, feet or claws, some bite sharply

to without cause!

The punishment is severe and certain

Therefore learn the law

Say the words!

say the words

SAY THE WORDS!»

-Anton Szandor LaVey, The Satanic Rituals

Behold The place of necromantic lust, our sorcery is an iron!

Three subdued in our dungeons, all serve our specific needs…

An offering who screams as an insect, hooked inverted to provide balance to the

thought

Drips the blood of youth into our mouths, feel the precious life leave…

we consume the spirit... we shall know the trapped spirit

Through the sphere of Azanigin, we all transcend a calm of conscious is achieved,

chained to a haggard table observing the fear in the eyes... slicing the nimble

flesh… drinking from the wounds, observe the beautiful misuck of the skull

drums, witness the death dance

I will learn forward, to below the Kraken's kiss

The screams invoked act as an angel's dying song…

Haunted, we shall focus the will to thy astral, trough our ghastly touch all

lifeforce drained, into the crystal…

Wamphyri, from the land of dark immortals communion was held