Triumph of Antichrist

Black Lion, demon of the Sun Unchained from this causal world Hear my song of murderer And keep my course along The vale of death Formless Chaos gave birth To Archangel over all the hosts Men speak Your name with fear You are darkness in the eyes of

Time of fucking chaos Antichrist raised his sword Mercy and frailty disdained For they offend the strong Peace is unattainable Let's celebrate out triumph Let's build a pyramid of skulls To see the farthest Our conquest is everlasting We will not ret

When the moon is full And the night is so bright+ The glade gets crowded On the top of a nearby hill Beams of fire - cast long shadows Harp and flute - make gloomy sounds Music plays - hypnotic dance goes on Subtle chants - made of many whispers Rege