• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• The Gate Of The Universal Mystery - Castrum
• On the Wings of Dark Angel - Castrum
• A Symphony in Moonlight and Nightmares - Castrum
• Black Silhouette Enfolded in Sunrise - Castrum
• Hatenourisher - Castrum
• Weeping Inside Plagued Mirrors - Castrum
• Obscurity within Funeral Moon - Castrum
• Sinister Omens - Castrum
• Invisible Force Of Fear - Castrum
• Beyond the Mountain of Frozen Spell - Castrum
• Desert Of Darkness - Castrum
• Brand - Castrum
• Source Of Hate - Castrum
• Unprecedented Torture - Castrum
• The Art Of Homicide - Castrum
• Suffocating Thugs - Castrum
• Rapid Death - Castrum
• Night Of Saint-bartholomew - Castrum
• Gilles De Rais ('le Bon Sire') - Castrum
• Dark Paths To The Ancient Thrones - Castrum
• Calvary Of Grandier - Castrum
• Book Of Malediction - Castrum

Imprisoned in the cell of thoughts
In the spheres of no return
Insensible, unconscious beings
The reincarnation of the human thoughts
The creatures of energetic structures
Fleshless beings of astral creation
Lighter than air, lighter than gas
Infest the primal spheres of space
In the dimension where frost is the king
And for warmth there's no place
The occult beings forever dwell
Dwell in countless astral spheres
People born, people live, people die
Buildings ruin by the sands of time
But dimensions are stand constantly
Without any changing in structures
The cold endless universal paths
Giant realm of molecular shadows
Forever hold the gates opened wide

Silent flow my tears
On face of ashen time
'Cause you're leaving on the paths
Of happiness and gentle innocence
And I abide to stand
As statue of past
Between foreign views
And pale forgotten avidity
Don't be frightened to tread
Through gloomy forests
'Cause once in them I've slept
Propserity and shine I've dreamed
...with ashes strewed paths vanish in infinity
Petals of once red now black rose are dying
On Earth in which darkness I am born
To obey these weeping waves of darkly seas
To attend howling of wolves in mist
And whispers of blackwinds from Carpatia.
But deep inside myself I knew
That my instant will not come
'Cause I am the silhouette of sorrow
And reality which disappears within night
Don't be afraid of ominous shadows
'Cause once with them I have danced
And learn secret of quiet pain
In coldness on my hands you can feel
In eyes of mine evilness you can see
Suffering and agony will always remain
Orgy, vine, masturbation
Below monolith of god
Redemptation and starvation
From the wolves embraced lamb
She enchants me... petrifies
Azure turns to crimson skies
I stay stoned with ghostly eyes
To watch my angel's flight
I am rebelled shadow
Upon the light
Abomination bathed
In blasphemic mouth
"Through me you pass
Into the city of woe:
Through me you pass
Into eternal pain:
Through me among
The people lost for aye...
Before me things
Create were none, save things
Eternal, and eternal I endure.
All hope abandon, ye who enter here".
Moisture and obscurity enclose me
Magnificent moonlight illuminated me
Poisoned words to me are assigned
Soul of mine is infected with lust
I'm asleep and dream your embrace
Your sweet lips I feel
And pray gods to wait
'Cause I never want to wake up
Your name winds will whisper
Till on them I ride
And your heart will moan the same
In eternal love we fall
On the wings of dark angel
Tardily I begin to melt
For the kiss of dark angel

[Opus 1: Veiled with Threads one Age before]
Grief and dread lurk
In this land of moodiness
Throe amd agony reign
In my pallid body
Forlorn alone in solitude
And depressed without her
I feel how I fade
No one can avoid this spell
Cold are walls of castle
Statues bewail her
Mournful is my glance
Bloodred are my tears
Love and pride
Are vanished with dawn
Light are severed threads
And entwine me in darkness
My soul is dying with her
Burning eden in my eyes
Forever she falls asleep
With kiss of solar rays
By last wintersunset
Lust opens my veins
Darkstorm invokes you
To be my bride again
Angels are suffering in crypts of dead
From their kingdom they are dethroned
Bitter in this earth
On which thistle grows
Twilight are my forests
In white winter snow
Mystic humidy winds
From Carpathia visit me
Waving boughs and blade
Whisper for those who are dead
Lucid rivers sink within me till I rise
Below moonlight amid blizzard infernal
Wolves drink my tears
Licking scalds of time
Connection of sex and dusk
We are once
With your beauty and attractiveness
I was always enthralled
And then you have one winter morning
Disappeared with forgotten dawn
Bloodred sky - tragedy sign
Lycantrophy moon
Werevolves and ghosts - creatures of night
Transylvanian doom
[Opus 2: Infernal Howling through Pathless Silence]
Symphony of moonlight and nightmares
Opening gates of visions
And my disaster
On grave of celestial being
Wolves howl and cry
Remember my princess these words
Again we will fly
In this theatre of silence
Where time has no sense
In endless I will see
My angel dance
Dramatic hysteria
Mirrors without reflection
Phantomic reality
Vampiric agony...
Mysterious secrets keep
Land beyond black glass
Throwned world from god
Without glimmer of hope
Eternal hunger for living blood
Nocturnal lost paradise
Majesty dawn is approaching
Pleasure of quiet pain ands
Know that you always will be

Shroud me with silken joyless
Watered in lasciviousness
To obey groan of gloomy cypress
Enamoured in this darkness
And thy sensual caress
Shall resurect (un) life in me
Thus swathed in lustrous majesty
By ablaze nocturnal sea
Cling thy lips on my carotid
On ardent pleasures of misdeed
Sanguinary tears flow down the waned skin
Lement for grace yet unseen
Infuse me from the libidious fountain
Where thy children soothe their curse
Because now I see this world full of pain
Our throe no spell can avoid and reverse
Sublime moon ascends
Impure as my soul full of fervency
Her lips are bewitching me
Lucid and pure to appease despondency
And then heaven sends sadfull contagious rain
In mirrors so empty death proclaims
On my hands of time bloodred stain
Forsaken with zenith I fall in my bane
Packs are gathered
They feel what shall be
For last time mitigate my cupidity
And overlay mantle upon me
Fullfilled with cold dark kisses
Immortal carnal lechery
Sylphic voices evoke me
Within waiven heart
Our vales and woods
Abide alone in the night
And life shall lose it's meaning
For those who understand
In which dark poisoned eden
I rule as king of the damned
I want to see my last dawn
With thirsty vampiric eyes
And Ares shall sing 'pon my grave
With voice of thousand lullabies
Adhere thy adhesive lips on mine
To feel the warmness of the skies
And to vanish as black silhouette
Enfolded in sunrise
Candles slowly lose their shine
In numb eyes of (un) dead
And moon shall soon descend
Before sun treacherous red
But my death shall not break
Odium against their god
Who threw me in this percipice
And now takes everything I own
But I know that my children shall stay proud
This evil conclave I will astound
As in their dreams prayer always the same
From nethermost sea I shall be roused
...again...
Scent of winter I have always been
Which seduces thee to me
In attire sewed of snow
With lace decorated from the foamed sea
Can you hear notes of piano
And moan of those who shall dance
With song wolves on our frozen shore
Statues shaping like silent tragedy
Entangled in veil of moonlight
The same as this gothic poetry
Embraced by thee and blizzard
Bigots kill the forest
Burning what belongs to me
And I fell that I must wend
For prophecy is written to be.
Light of Christ is approaching
To erase amorphous seed
But I shall in pain restless lay
While weak and mortal enemy breathe
(..."HORIZONS ARE BURNING"...)
Thy lure and beauty shall coalesce
Our hands under arising sun
Which ones was touching scarlet ebony

Night after night
You are waiting for the light
Then piece by piece
You create your own pit
Time after time
You take advantage of anyone
You can't stand what they do
Because they too different from you
Hatred inside
I hear your soul is crying
You suffer from yourself
And you are dying
Hatred inside
I feel the inner power
You scream for mercy
But you know you can't be free
Fear and hatred became as one
But you feel your emotions are gone
Open your eyes and touch the reality
You'll be frightened by it's brutality
Pain and pleasure are what you live for
Keeping you away from death
Life is just a game for you
You think it never ends
In the fire, in the light

Bloodthirtsy pleasures fulfiled
By lecherous act in wood
My eyes lust for thee
To touch your breast below moon
Devouring impulse whishes grace
While trees sway and throw thrill
My veins bleed for you to drain them
In this crepuscular eve
She is now my bride
Inquisitive she beholds
Lightness and darkness clash
In burial-case I suffered her death
And felt the burnt flesh
Magnificience she wanted to see
Her desire and agony
Beautiful now she falls asleep
Entwined in ebony
Bizarre fear in these chambers of filth
By rising sunlight we shall feel
Benighted shadows - bemoan wolves
It seems they wilt
For something that once we have lost
"HER INNOCENCE"... dark is my will...
She will always be
Within my plagued eyes
Inside elysian waived weeping sky
Ghosts and wraiths moan
Serenade of night
Beloved Mirna - Angelic flight
Behind the mask of dusk
Sunrise she scorns
Queen of lycantrophy, moonlight and woe
Farewell my princess
Light endowed to thee dress of dawn
Our love must die in midnight sins
We are torn asunder by his sunrising crown
Dulcet lips I will never again kiss
Below cobwebly entwined breeze
With darkness enclosed on thy sea and shore
I shall love you eternaly... forever more...
Winter quietly knits nupital dress of snow
And wakes up lust written in send
Awhile my pupils red glow
In black heart of night I am condemned
On her dead lips
I am laying down the petals of a rose
And releasing from the shores of my heaven
Where angel cries
In dark winterskies
Forever...
She shall breathe in each fall
As I walk through them.
My eyes are living ember
Which is weeping upon her soul
In this land of cobweb
Love will never again grow
Winter is bringing gentle touch of princess hand
Dolorous... in eyrie
Immortal there I stand
Fallen bride is all that I see
She shall come to plug-out the pain
Enthralled with beauty in her swirl... again
As winter whispers I remain
This nocturnal art
Is yet undone
Waiting for innocence
To enter and run
Through our woods
Of this nature unbound
Drained flesh
Rising sunlight shall find
Behind blue hell
Black candles we hold
Those who desecrate our kingdom
Dark shall enfold...
Push away me from their cliff
On shores of emptiness
Again we shall arose within
Asleepen waves and veins of thee
Together we shall awake within

They come with shelter of sun
To desecrate master of night
With torches and poles
Slowly they descend by the stairs
In chambers of valets of death
Walking upon humidity and filth
Taking one of coffins
And dragging it on sunlight
I feel unbearable pain
By night grief rules the earth
And dark visits the land
Father I bewail you in infinity
Obscurity within funeral moon
My damnation above land so cold
Obscurity within funeral moon
Throne wrapped with eternal dusk
Overhelmed by suffering and lust for revenge
I stand on tower and invoke the ghosts
With dripping my blood I pronounce the blasphemy
Mystic words of my past and damnation
Children of death devilish sons
Phantoms of past give me the might
Traitors shall drown themselves in their own blood
Through moors they shall not see glimmer of hope
Accept my claim - kill the traitors
Leave desolation behind you
Like sign of devotion
Let fire eternal burn their icons
I want to hear their screams and see abbacy in flame
And when at last everything be over
Land shall fall asleep in dismalness and dust
Memories will be buried in time and mist
Somewhere between four stars

Cataclysm or catastrophe?
Who have the answer on it?
We feel the presence of something we can't understand
And it is here... to take us
What came with that storm
From the outer cold alien world
Breaking through to our reality
And sowing the fear in our hearts
Blinding circles are in the sky
Fools think that it is the second coming
But it is our end that draws near
It is the sinister omens
What hides in this strange light
That is flashing in the height
Blinding our eyes and frightening our minds
The foe, alien light
People are always fear the things
Which they does not understand
Someone even deify it
But there's no saviour or god
In this light in the sky
It came to destroy human race
In wait all fell in deafened silence
In wait for something that will happens soon
And blinding mysterious lights still shine
The unearthly sinister omens
And it had begun....

Coming forth from the realm of night
Where human nightmares are bound
By the ancient seal of morbidity
Breaking to the world of human dreams
Turn it to the cold nightmare
Distorting the astral reality
Invisible force of fear...
In the night when sleep takes reign
Dreamshadows begin to move
Their whisper echoes like scream in your brain
And you fall down to the unreal nightmare
That drives you fucking insane
Demons of your sleep
Possess your sanity
As your mind rides down
To the abnormal reality
Feel the subconscious pain
As they swallow your sanity
They, who was born by your sleep
Risen in the spiritual brutality
Invisible force of insanity...
Hear them roaming

Sometimes they come back
Pictures of known age
Which are waiting on my advent
Bitter and cold land calls me
Mountains invoke my return
Shadows will slow the path
To gates... land of dreams
When the moons become connected
Extended will be powers
Undefined spells
They shall be only mine
Winds plead me to come back
To reach the path
Through temptation fo night
'Cause throne is alone
In cold eternal kingdom
I shall be returned through infinity
There... Where mountains reach the sky
Once more that I could see
How "Order Of Dragon"... arises
From the darkness we are sent
Visions of unknown whispers
Dusk brings silent words
And tries to remember me
That once I was there
In frozen land of sorrow
Where forever rules winter
Which I create with my departure
Ice... and eternal white horizons
Years are inaudible vanishing
Through dank and dark time
I will never find the gate
And the land of my past
In depths I heard them
Nocturnal children of dusk
Starve and plead for more
Insatiable hunger for mortal blood
In depths I deliver them
Toward heights of... sky.
Lunarshine
Will be my guide
A path to find
I rise from my burial-ground
They're crying my name
Immortal voices from the graves
And resound the same

Climbing up to the hill
Under the shine of the silver eye
Revealing the ancient mysteries
Of the ancient forgotten times
Standing on the highest top
Beholding the lands around
I looked to the left -
Soulless desert rises in my sight
All is silent, all is dead
Only black sands under the light of the moon
Wrapped in mysterious mist
Of deadly rest and gloom
Like ocean of blackness
The desert lies in front of me
Behind the boards of mortals' world
Sad land of no return...
I descend to the bottom of the hill
And reach the boards of my world
Standing before the gates of darkness
Wandering what waits me beyond
The desert mesmerizes me
I hear it's call in my subconsciousness
And trembling in fear...
I make my first step....
The darkness swallows me
Surrounds me like a stone wall
I trapped in nothingness
And doomed to roam

...In the small german
Wuerzburg
One hundred and fifty-seven
witches
Were burnt at the stake from
1627 to 1629...
CARNAGE - In Wuerzburg -
Brand
Stakes on the impure
land
When the dying sun goes
down,
Hate will rise by law,
Tortured victims in the
flames -
Godless revel of human
race
Carbonized bodies - Holy
Inquisition - Demise
Blinding fires -
Glorification - Smiles
Mesmerized eyes - Silent
Supplication - Cries
Necrotized hexes - Bad
Indoctrination - Lies
When the bloody moon goes
down,
Hate will fall by dawn,
Ashes on the Square of
Shame,
From a cursed town Who is to

Sorrowful remembrances in
your life -
Distresses by source of
hate,
And when your love flows into
the lie -
You'll feel the breath of
fate
Disgust - for the sake of
fuckin' hypocrites
Lust - when they sink in
their sins
In the odious life,
When before your eyes :
Injustice, curse and
shame,
Humanity in dying pain.
Hatred by thy name,
Your emotions in the
grave,
And at a blemished hour
You will revive from
gore
HATE !
Oh, Sweet Revenge, where is thy
dreadful fruit ?
Where is thy fearful fruit, the
unsparing truth ?
Disgraceful remembrances in
your life -
Distresses by source of
hate,
And when your love flows into
the lie -
You'll feel the wind of
fate
Distaste - for the sake of
fuckin' hypocrites
Disdain - when they bleed in
their sins
In your gory dream
You'll see the
guillotines :
Shit-stirrers were trampled by
death,
This vision is your
fest
Hateful time will come,
When your honesty turns into
the wrong
You'll perceive the source

Fuckin' Inquisitors of Braunschweig
Were the most famous by their cruelty...
In the time of raving Inquisition
Triers from Braunschweig
Tormented and killed the Hennig Brabant
(who was the scholar of law)
This disgraceful murder
Was the most infamous act
In the history of Inquisition
(in the history of Vile Inquisition)
...One disastrous day of September, 1604,
Hennig Brabant writhed in pain and agonized
By "Rabid Jackals"...
"Qui habet aures audiendi, audiat!"
Unprecedented torture - In the name Of God
Unprecedented torture - In the name of the Lord
Under the influence of torture
The scholar of law, Hennig Brabant
Confessed his "Hideous Sin":
The alliance with Satan
After this gory process,
On the seventeenth of September, 1604,
Terrible Occurences were started:
On the place of execution
The low scoundrels of Inquisition
Crushed the Brabant's chest
And ripped the belly of the half-dead man
Soon after the Bloodthirsty Executioner
Tore the heart of poor victim...

Can't you see that I am not a part
Of your foul fucking love?
Can't you realize that I do not live in dream
And misanthropy is my spiritual infinity
I play on the strings of mankind
But my symphony is requiem
And the great number of concentration camps
Cover the blood-coloured earth
War funeral march
Is the play on my stage
Holocaust of the races
Is the act number one
I am the artist who creating
The art of homicide
I draw the future of mankind -
Pits full of corpses, crematoriums
Creating the abhorrent masterpiece -
The world of the steelhearted ones
In my play you can't find the scenes of love
They are buried in blood neath concentration camps
On my drawings you can't find the bright colours
Your future coloured in black and red
But I am the artist, the creator
My drawings made of blood of mankind
And in your eyes I'm the God who creating

The sect of thugs was Kali servant
They were ordered to destroy
All that Vishnu created
Vishnu the God of creation was crafty
From all drop of extinguished blood
He created new lives again and again
Thereupon Kali gave an order to her servants:
"You must kill Vishnu's men without bloodshed"
The thugs were used the twisted kerchief
To kill their selected enemies
Troops of thugs traced their victims
They committed murder just in secret
After the rites of sacrifice
The thugs buried their enemies
By holy pick-axes
Which were given to the loop-throwers
By the priest of Kali
Thuggery, nooses on the necks
Kerchiefs saturated with oil
No escape from this murder sect
They were the Phansigars of India
Suffocating thugs
Killed in the name of Kali
Buried thousands of bodies
By their holy tools
Thugs killed without fear
They were violent and dangerous
Strangers and Vishnu's men
They killed without sense
Thugs the masters of suffocation
Thugs the servants of devastation
The thugs put one's head in the noose
Loop of rope with a slipknot
That becomes tighter
When the rope is pulled
The members of this sect
Were neat people
In everyday life
Thugs sworn the oath to the priest of Kali
They kept a secret through generations
But there were traitors
And the sect of thugs was liquidated
Kali the Goddess of devastation
Had a strong sect
There was like a war

In World of the evil and
dark
Hatred is dominate
A frightening life
In endless obscurity
Pain, misery in every direction
of the World
Wars with no reason, decline and
death forever
Years of chaos
Immoralities
Tormenting dreams
Fatal mistakes
Decay - as contagion, reap on
the faints
Invisible dangers - in
everyday life
With contaminated mind of
resolution
Innocent human lives are
destroyed
Who is to blame and why ?
Where is the justice and where
is the law ?
Mass mortality - accomplished
by agony
Reign of terror - revived in
the blood
Pangs of your conscience
Threatening words and
deeds
Your lifetime come to an
Soon you will be dead
Venal persons, greedy
worms
Are incarnated in a gory
mess
Degenerated, tyrant
system
By pharisaical
congregation
Conformation to the
violation
Hesitation of your sickly
thoughts
Life is hard, no
compromise
My state of rest is your
rapid death
Serpent of lie - spun around
your neck
No escape - from this mortal
embrace
Decade of suffering -
lacerated wounds
Exterminated nations - in World of

On the twenty-fourth of
August,
1572 in Paris was terrible
bloodshed
Name of this carnage in
history is the
Night Of
Saint-Bartholomew...
In the midst of wars by
religion
When the rivers of blood
gushed
Fratricide was (with gory
contagion)
For the peace and name of
At the awful moonlit
night
Cathedral bells of Saint-Germain
l'Auxerrois
Sounded, rang to the infamous
fight,
Christian love was
devitalized
At the sign of all Parisian
church bells
Ranting hordes killed without
sense
When the strange nocturnal mass
started
Murderers from gore were
soulless...
At the horrible moonlit
night
Selected doors were
stigmatized
With the shameful white
crosses,
The poor lives doomed by
death
Impiety - in the name of Jesus
Christ,
Brutality - because of the
Supernal Light
Disembowelment - in the name of
Angels and Saints,
Dismemberment - because of the
Religious Faith
Torches illuminated the face
of slayers,
Swords and spears were in hands of
slaughterers,
This Unmerciful Night was Revel of
the Deathmen
In the Valley Of Misery,
Where the river always
spilt,
Bloody corpses and dying
victims
Floated on the Sanguine
Stream
At this sanguinary night was
bloodbath -
- In the name of Christ,
- Where was Royal Law ? -
- Where was Christian Love
In the midst of wars by
religion
When the streams of gore
gushed
Fratricide was (with bloody
confusion)
For the quiet and name of
At the dreadful moonlit
night
Cathedral bells of Saint-Germain
l'Auxerrois
Sounded, rang to dishonest
fight,
Christian laws were
devitalized
At the sign.....Were

One great french marshal, Gilles de Laval
Killed the innocent children
In the name of Demon,
Evil Count Of Brienne,
Who possessed by Satan
Enjoyed and reveled on the Orgy of Blood
Orgy in Blood was the biggest pleasure
For the Count Of Pederasty
Oh, Gilles de Rais, "Le bon sire"
Poor children of serfs
(for whom cried their mothers)
Died in awful castles
And these were their caskets
Gilles de Rais was rich,
But he ran into debt
Because of his fantastic luxuries,
Therefore this count
Evoked the devil
And he slayed by Demonolatry
In the marshal's manor-houses
The devil-worship and black-art
Were bred and prospered
By this pederast and his conjurer,
Francesco Prelati
Before the engagement of italian deceiver
Count Of Brienne massacred the children of beggars
And he laughed their spittings of blood
Oh, base Gilles de Rais, Oh, mean Count Of Sodomy
Children of serfs
(for whom cried their mothers)
Were Victimized by knight (Sodomite)
Oh, the children! Oh, the guiltless children!
The Count Of Arrogance, Gilles de Laval
Confessed on the Trial all his sins,
The Baron of Impertinence, Gilles de Rais
Slaughtered because of his culpable lust
The God-forsaken Squire committed forty murders,
For that very reason his name (and his gloriole)
Were blemished forever
By Blood of Innocent children
One mournful autumn day the guilty marshal (Gilles de Rais)

Materialized in another dimension
Increasing the ancient cosmic power
The soul flies to reach the side
Of the ancient sleeping almightiness
Seen through the flying shadows
In the distance, hidden in darkness
The ancient towers rise
In black abyss of the ancient entity...
...The way to Dragonthrones...
And they rise before my eyes
The darkest visions come true
Ancient monuments of almightiness
Burning thrones of the Ancient Ones
I have seen them
Where Chaos roars
Deep in the roots of all dimensions
The sacred thrones of the Chaosgods
Awaiting for the millenniums
They stand here to return
And to rise the black crown of Chaos
Over the dying dimensions
Unleash your spiritual power
And Chaos will be opened for you
And through the dimensions you will see
The return of the true gods and kings

In Loudun was Calvary Of
Grandier,
He suffered death by hate of
his enemies
The young guiltless parson,
Urbain Grandier
Fell victim to lying clique
(fuckin' clique)
After the maximum output of
shameful hypocrisy,
In 1634 Wicked Tribunal pronounced the
"just" sentence...
In 1633 Strange events
happened
Inside the Loudun's
convent
The nuns were in fits
Nuns who possessed by demons were in
fits (in erotic spasms)
Nuns who possessed by demons were in fits
(in hysterical spasms)
When the hateful hunt of
demons raved,
Walls of churches resounded the
nuns' screams...
Raving nuns twitched by the
sexual hunger,
And accused the innocent priest by
fits of hysterics
Calvary of Grandier
Grandier was arrested for the sake of
unconscious nuns,
He was carried off to prison for the
sake of Laubardemont
One knavish surgeon, Manouri (Who was
clique's man)
Sought the diabolical stigmas on the
Grandier's body
And this deceiver, Manouri (Who was
clique's man)
Found two stigmas on the
parson's body...
The infamous clique led to the
Chamber Of Torture
The Urbain Grandier (Because of
trumped-up charges)
Mesmerized nuns, Witchcraft
Pact with Satan - these
dirty lies
Were "proofs" of Grandier's
enemies
On the gory rack poor
Grandier
Suffered excruciating
pains,
He suffered the pains of
hell
For the delight of
bloodthirsty clique
In the middle of torture
Grandier's
Marrow spilled by the help of
Voluntary Executioners...
... Grandier's marrow spilled
by the help
Of father Tranquillus, father
Lactantius
And their fuckin' company

"Lacrimosa dies illa, qua
resurget ex favilla
Iudicandus homo reus : huic erro
parce deus!
Pie Jesu domine, dona eis
requiem"
"Haeresis est maxima, opera
maleficarum non credere"
Pestilential witchhunt,
shedding of blood,
Denunciators and Hell-cats
inundated Europe,
Maleficence, Malfeasance were rised
by inquisitors,
Malleus Maleficarum unleashed the
devildom
Two ranting Black friars, who
possessed by demon's faith,
Were the unchristian liars and
diseased of religious hate
Maledictory Book stirred the
stakes,
This Bestseller of Infamy was the
Sword of decease
The pardon was in pool of
blood!
Merciless writers of The
Shameful Book,
(Two perfervid monks) Sprenger and
Gremper (Institor)
Were the Masters Of Impertinence
and Dishonesty,
Their abhorrent book was juristic and
theological dunghill,
Piles of faggots because of
sorcery were started
By Malleus Maleficarum
"Haeresis est maxima, opera
maleficarum non credere"
Pestiferous witchhunt, torrents
of blood,
Denunciators and Hell-hounds
intimidated Europe,
Maleficence, Malfeasance were rised
by inquisitors,
Malleus Maleficarum dismembered
the freedom
The witchcraft trials commenced by
loathsome book,
Evil Vultures (who blemished from
blood) killed
By frightful book
At the period of Holy
Inquisition
Witches were mutilated,
In the dungeon, on the rack
they suffered
Hellish tortures from the
Triers :
The Grey Friars and Black Friars
(Domini canes)
In the gory chamber of torture
hexes were mangled
From the Triers : the Grey Friars
and Black Friars,
From the unquenched inquisitors
(covered with blood)
At the splendid nights, when the
bonfires burnt,
Tormented witches died by Curse Of
The Church
Bloody pages of Malleus
Maleficarum
Were directions of
witchcraft trials
Lying pages of the book of
Malediction
Were weapons of Impiety and
Dehumanization
...In 1487 two german fanatic Black
friars (and inquisitors),
Jacob Sprenger and Heinrich
Institor (Gremper)
Were creators of the Book Of
Malediction and Malignancy :