| 1. Behexen - Towards The Father |
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Millions of stars have seen my life. As numerous serpent eyes they have followed where I go. As a cold light they have illuminated my rites. Now dead...
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| 2. Behexen - Black Metal Baptism |
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I chose the blackest robe Shadow, darkness before the light I threw away the false life artificial and worthless I kept only the deep mysteries...
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| 3. Behexen - Watchers Of My Black Temple |
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It was a night The night when it happened I woke up frightened I could feel your presence as agonizing fear I could feel how you were dancing...
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| 4. Behexen - Rituale Satanum |
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Rituale Satanum... Silver dagger of ritual sacrifice. Night so gloomy and silent. Seven demons of Hell gathered. Waiting blood... waiting the soul....
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| 5. Behexen - Christ Forever Die |
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Jesus christ, whores child, the impotent king. Descent from the heavens to us and we shall again lift you up on the cross and pierce your filthy...
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| 6. Behexen - Sota Valon Jumalaa Vastaan |
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Suuren pimeyden varjo on laskeutunut ylle pyhien kirkkojen, kun Saatanan mustin siivin saavuimme maillenne. Nyt iskemme kirkkonne tuleen. Nauraen...
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| 7. Behexen - Fist Of The Satanist |
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The fist forged of black metal by the hammer imperegnated with hate In the smithy spitting the black flames In darkness the glory of Satan in our...
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| 8. Behexen - Celebration Of Christ's Fall |
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And again is the easter night celebration of victory and absence year by year my heart delights the death of semitic Christ Gather the...
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| 9. Behexen - Night Of The Blasphemy |
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The rite of black mass. Deep in the dark forest. Goats face in the ground. Surrounded by the congregation of darkness. Nocturnal prayer for the...
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| 10. Behexen - Under The Eye Of Lord |
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Cursed I am with the wrath of lord Satan Blessed I am with the unholy power O' Father of Hell... grant me immortality and let me be one proud...
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| 11. Behexen - Baphomet's Call |
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Alone I walk under the freezing moon. The meaning of my life is broken. I wonder the insanity of mundane travelling. The knife of distress ripping my...
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