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Keywords: academy-award, actress, character-name-in-title, film-history, filmmaking, hollywood, making-of, rivalry
Plot
Warner isn't sure how he got where he is, but he's not particularly happy to be there: mid-thirties, married, two kids, dead-end career in fund raising, cramped town house, old car, clothes slightly frayed around the edges. His latest job has landed him and his family in a boom-town where everyone else seems to have more than Warner - and more is what Warner wants. But it's not what he gets. Instead, the probation period of his job has just been extended; his wife, Claire, thinks her own job is in jeopardy as well; their entire savings are going towards a house that won't be big enough for them; and their four-year-old daughter, the preschool teacher tells them, is "a couple of beats behind" the other children. In fact, there isn't one part of Warner's life that's going the way he'd planned. But are his disappointments and frustrations powerful enough to trigger murderous anger? When Claire is viciously attacked and Warner emerges as the prime suspect, the answer might be yes. Now, as disbelief and distrust poison relations with family, friends, and colleagues, Warner struggles to understand how he has become a man whom others - and, more appallingly, he himself - could believe capable of committing such a crime.
Keywords: based-on-novel
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This sprawling, surrealist musical serves as an allegory for the pitfalls of capitalism, as it follows the adventures of a young coffee salesman in Europe. Many actors play multiple roles, giving the film a stagy tone.
Keywords: actor-playing-multiple-roles, adultery, allegory, ambition, apple, assault, audition, balloon, barrel, based-on-novel
Smile while you're makin' it. Laugh while you're takin' it. Even though you're fakin' it. Nobody's gonna know...
Gloria Rowe: The future is in your hands, Mr. Travis. Take it... now!
Crowd: [referring to an on-stage sex-act performance] Chocolate sandwich! Chocolate sandwich! Chocolate sandwich! Chocolate sandwich!
Monty: Beware of Mrs. Ball's treacle tart. There is many-a-fly that got stuck in that!
Film director: Smile!::Michael Arnold Travis: For what? There's nothing to smile about!::Film director: You don't have to have a reason. Just do it.::Michael Arnold Travis: But there's nothing to smile about.
Michael Arnold Travis: Would you like some soup, sir?::Homeless person: No thanks, son. I don't take solids.
Monty: Try not to die like a dog.
Michael Arnold Travis: Yes, but what's gonna happen to me? Will I come out the same as I went in?::Professor Millar: Not the same: better.
Professor Millar: Now, I would just like you to sign this release form.::Michael Arnold Travis: [reads from the form] "I hereby consent to lease the Millar Research Clinic all physical experimental rights in my body for one week for the sum of £100." Well, I'd like to help Professor Millar, but £150 is definitely my minimum price.::Professor Millar: Definitely? A figure like that is just beyond us.::Michael Arnold Travis: One hundred and fifty pounds... and I'm not going to argue about it.::Professor Millar: A hundred and thirty.::Michael Arnold Travis: A hundred and forty-five.::Professor Millar: A hundred and thirty-five.::Michael Arnold Travis: A hundred and forty.::Professor Millar: Done! Sign by the cross.
Professor Millar: What do you think is the most successful animal that's ever lived on this earth?::Michael Arnold Travis: The ant?::Professor Millar: The dinosaur. Uh, do you realize that the dinosaurs dominated this globe for 140 million years before they became extinct? Modern Man has been on this planet for only a fraction of just over 40,000 years and yet already he faces extinction. In fact, the species will be lucky to survive beyond the year 2010. Mankind has only one hope: science. Technology is a survival kit of the human race. Even the politicians realize this. What they don't, or won't realize is, that the technical solutions are already entirely within our power. The entire population of India could be rehoused on the moon within ten years. It's only a matter of learning to live in a new way.
Michael Arnold Travis: [graffiti] Revolution is the opium of the intellectuals.
Plot
Mexican land-owner Gutierrez offers to save Chad Stark from hanging if Stark will agree to find and return Gutierrez' runaway son, Fidel. Stark soon finds Fidel who's joined up with an outlaw band run by Stark's former acquaintance, "the Major." Stark tricks the Major into letting him take Fidel to lay the groundwork for a projected train robbery. Stark then forces Fidel on a hazardous journey across a desert where they meet up with the Londonderry family heading west to California. Back at the Gutierrez ranch with the unhappy Fidel, Stark discovers that Fidel is not Gutierrez' son. It seems the woman Gutierrez married was, unbeknownst to him, already pregnant with another man's son. Gutierrez is now determined to avenge his honor by killing Fidel. A shoot-out results with deadly results, especially after the Major arrives on the scene. When the dust settles, Stark heads off to California where he hopes to meet up with the Londonderry's pretty daughter. Joining him is ... Fidel!
Keywords: barroom-brawl, buddy, covered-wagon, desert, deserter, escape, evil-landowner, killing-a-horse, lost-son, mexican
Warner can refer to:
William J. "Bill" Warner (January 24, 1881 – February 2, 1944) was an American football player and coach. Warner graduated from Cornell University in 1903 and was a member of the Sphinx Head Society. He was elected to the College Football Hall of Fame in 1971.
Following his playing career at Cornell University, Warner was the head football coach at Cornell University, the University of North Carolina, Colgate University, St. Louis University, and the University of Oregon.
Warner was the brother of famed football coach Glenn Scobey Warner. In 1902, Bill and Glenn both played pro football for the Syracuse Athletic Club during the first World Series of Football, held at Madison Square Garden. It was during this event, that Warner played in the very first professional indoor football game as his Syracuse squad upset the heavily favored "New York" team. While Glenn was injured during the event with a head injury, Bill and the rest of the Syracuse team went on to win the event.
Sepulchral grasp holds
A cold grip on your soul
Claustrophobic valut
Ravishing end now unfolds
The haunting void roars
Surrounds your severed heart's contours
he shine of your exustence
Floating aimlessly through Death's maze
Gaping graves awaits
Wooden coat embrace
The scent of (the) Reaper's Breath
Coils around your neck
The sounds of soil
That hits your coffin door
The lid's closed forever
The vacuum of Death's womb
The hinges are corroding
Oblivion's pendulum swaying
Gaping graves awaits
Wooden coat embrace
Gaping graves awaits
Rise!
It is our will to awaken the "Dead"
Crawl up from you graves
Rise!
It is our will to rid you of all chains
With these words, with this speech...
Death By Hell/Death By Thrash
Total destruction! Total devastation!
Armies of the "dead". World incineration.
Death by Thrash/Death by Hell
THRASH/DEATH/HELL/HAIL!
Funeral Thrash
Hate-ammoed funeral thrash upon you
Chrome hooves trample "God's" creation
Force-fed foetus puppets...
Of all that is holy
Blasphemed by thy name
All arms raise, praise the Goat!
Oh, how I faint when I call upon your
aid. Feeling the loss of burden and
hearing cries from flowers raped.
When you alone set kingdom on fire,
I admire the beauty of love lost and
hellish desire.
As your slave.
How can I ride upon hillsides
when the beasts that beares me is at war with
the sight of me?
Shall I tend to your desire?
- Let him feed on the sluts that spat on me...
...Let me.
My eyes and my heart is at war with
them.
Let me, and I shall carry you and throw you
into waters that kept me and mine
alive.
Share the joy with me, fiery one.
My art given you life.
My tones makes you weep and moan.
- "Listen, the corpse blesses forlorn."
Attack
crush all the sons of christ
with our fierce and invincible might
Ah, this lovely sight I have waited for
Master of storms marching to battle
Creator of evil fighting for hell
Storming through the weak armies of god
soon the fields are all covered in blood
christian blood
Violent hailstorms
axes through flesh
no fucking angels left alive
and in the nightsky a scream of pain
Reaching for the last child of mankind
And its effort, in silence to stay purified
Tormenting, the fool won't survive
Slavery in hell for the weak and the mild
Merciless Destructor
Grabbing, all tenderness will be sat aside
Heaven won't exist for the human tribe
At dawn, ruins is all that is left
Destructor stands proud, thinks of all those who wept
I can scarcely lay claim to flesh.
Though it is dreamed for, wept for.
And it shines like dark gems.
...It is the noise and the dancing,
And their joyless hearts.
And all the pleasures one might have.
Derelict tracts of hell.
Then all these slices came through to my hands.
To erupt in welcoming darkness.
And it shines like streams of pain.
...It is the hearse and the vulture
And their swollen yarn.
And all the breath to mourn them with.
This is the tune of sparks,
The tone of relentlessness.
The spiral scar.
This is the wounds that sneers,
The trance of creedence.
In the Streams of Open Death - is it clearer???
Do you know the devils pace - is it near you???
The dust lays cold Hades awaits
Ice burn your skin closer to death
The ancient rise to crave on your soul
In Dreams of Blasphemy we bathe November dawn
The flesh is bitter sweet
the flesh that I will
kill
ride winged Satanist
fight wars elitist
steel claw rips your skin
the pure clean cut...
wins
I sin when I want Satan
I feel no more pain
this fortified cunt Satan, I intend NOT to pay
The dust lays cold Hades awaits
Ice burn your skin closer to death
The ancient rise to crave on your soul
In Seas of Blasphemy we bathe November dawn
The flesh is bitter sweet
the flesh that I will
So you've come for your vengeance
Hear - I think the crowd is silent
Of me you have dreamt
I have grown (I built my domain on your hate)
Mock your words
I will laugh in disrespect
then wash my hands in your blood
conqueror
A face of fright you revealed to me
with which I painted my eyes
Delight me with death for this tires my soul
and soon eyes of black shall arise...
Hear crowd - my heart
Through the crests of open oceans
As the heavens plunge the earth
A soaring flight in breathless torment
Condor soul observes its birth
The dreaded dream
As the claw grips
And you float
Condor
Blue flame ignite the Black Sea
Let torrents crush the earth
Opened chests, a scarred landscape
The sand that clenches thirst
Condor
Condor
Condor
[The fever]
Through the crests of open oceans
As the heavens plunge the earth
Soaring flight in breathless torment
Condor soul observes its birth
The dreaded dream
As the jaw snaps
And you float
Condor
What erased this scenery
So that I could fancy ridicule over pity
And enrace whatever mocked the sky
Two hands made these hearts
That trembles before me
My loss of grace
(Their earthly figure with it's marbled face)
I link the two
In my heretic poetry
Rain falls silently
I am the portal
A layer of dust
A burdened insect that betrayed their lust
I licked their wishes in reverie
And soaked their crystal trust
What screamed so annoyingly
That made you rush through these (strangely) coherent purgatories
Gloves and masks are these eyes
to stare so awfully
At my malignant heresy
A rat conducted the angels,
to sing hysterically,
songs that whipped their wings
and opened walls of gloss
Sourceless, rythmless, heartless.
I scan the desert.
Since I, in my beasthood saw the dancers there.
As my hands, two tiny figures, came visible,
Like a carniver of flesh.
A union of monstrosities.
Curveless, boundless, eyeless.
I flee from the source of my agony.
Since I, in my beasthood, took form
In new, alien anatomies.
My limbs towering, mounting in celebration.
Murmuring the approval of new glories;
New threats, new intimacy.
With this, I am fit to charm the Devil.
Sneering down my pale face.
I am erect with his anger and lust.
I am the grace of them all.
Still sneering, drooling, floating.
Breeding curves of hell.
And shreds of pre-human gloss.
I've been chasing blood
Turned my back on gold
I have chosen black
All for you
'Cause
Father, this is my hell
Created with hate for life
The wars I have all won
Com march with me tonight
(with might (huh!))
Meet my love of life-
A wound open wide
I lick it clean with pride
Take me
Father, my blood is yours
Unite your soul with mine
Please don't let me down
A wind of ashes mixed awe and wonder for these
The yearner, the hallows, the spectre and I
And the arrows pointed to the core
As songs are sung for the tender ones
The black thrash attack
Crack of thunder,
At dawn we slumber...
...in these clumps of flesh
Its the black thrash attack
A rush of agony mixed lust and terror for these
The burden, the flock, the masters and I
And a fairytale was soaked in blood
As remembrance prowled on through the night
A whiff of divinity brought scents of murder to this
The heavens, the masquerade, the winged one and I
And our shades were gracefully enshrined
A sepulchral voice did drain the soakened sky
A slice of atrocity linked rage and pride
to the sight of the heavens in its last throes of death
And my hands shaked and curled triumphantly
Soaring spell, burns the scattered spawn
Enraged journey, through heaven's yell
As the wrath of Satan, escapes hell
It drowns the waters, erects their waves
A wall of venom, amidst the jaws
The sacred heavens, slips through the paws
Of God's will, of God's grace
To the grasp of hell, through these winds of rage
Black metal jaw
In a fierce grin
Black metal jaw
Grinds like a saw
This is the solstice of a burning wrath
A steaming roar, breathing lust
Glitters from afar like a red death
In strange grace in fowl hate
Like a vulture in its sulfur birth
Its plunge is steep in heretic speed
Through the narrow earth, its walls of sores
Into the claws of Satan's breed
Black metal jaw
In a fierce grin
Black metal jaw
Upholds the law
[Incomprehensible]
You see a figure in the mirror
An eerie abstract figure
Eyes ignite, like cold blue fire
Now you know your future's desire
The realm in which you've wandered
Safe heaven, but nor you wonder
Is this life, granted to you
A grave opens, is it really true
The stalker, the stalker
The stalker, the stalker
The stalker, the stalker
The stalker, the stalker
You walk the streets as darkness falls
but the dreaded voice it calls
There behind a is a faint black shadow
The fear travels right through your marrow
I can see the fright, it wanders
Across the bones on your face
I lift my blade as the thunder
Cracks through and crushes all grace
The stalker, the stalker
The stalker, the stalker
The stalker, the stalker
The stalker, the stalker
Watch out!!!
It might have dawned on you
As all your (night)mares come true
That your very birth was a blunder
All your fortunes I plunder
You are on murderous ground
See the limbs scattered around
My mind is filled with hate
One heartbeat rips
The spiral scar.
The spiral breeze.
I grant my lips,
The spiral greed.
In all my praise, with all my trust.
I swear my claim in a crest of rain,
And a column of radiant desire.
My gloss forlorned, my play of horns.
And the music of sweet fire.
The mourners they weep,
Thought greets the feathered King.
The veil of rot now sings:
"For in the beautiful insane, lies the Equinox scarred.
With souls of flies and spiral hearts.
Yes, it is I. Glowing in your hand.
With all grace of hell, marbled in sand."
The serpent leaps to face
The quest of flesh and bone.
Merry, you may be.
For I am the flesh in your tounge.
Create to yourself, images of these
glass-eyed figures,
and expose to me, your skin -
whorish as ever.
They speak to me, your pores, your veins,
in a rush of melancholy.
In a stream of misantrophy.
Remove the carpet, so I may be
united with the shades of these.
Blind
my eyes,
still I will see - presence, visuality.
I grant you
my pale hands,
still I will feel - shape, contoures.
Please leave.
In me you wont find any pity,
as the dog that howls for the light in my eyes -
the stench or your nakedness, no smell for a mourner like me.
So, please leave.
In here you won¥t find any pity.
Tour kisses were as hell itself.
Be silent, for I am the flesh in your tounge.
Only I can wear
vast costumes of time, and still be
present.
Weak is your mind
and weak are your words
"Destroyer of lives" - Ha!
I spit on your whorish ways
Your dearest lies are holy, yet undivine
You shall stand petrified by the fierce pest
Scream before the ones you never did rape!
Your tears make me laugh
makes you yield your soul to the pest
Gates of madness
Gates of harm
I long for yor endlessness
And to feel your blades
Vast sceneries drenched in blood
A thousand fires that reek of death
Halls of torment - let us in!
We'll show them pain
Nightwarriors, I summon thee
It's time for bloodshed
Come on and rape the daylight
I want whores and untrue sons of Satan
Dead
Eternal furnace fire-
The only light I need
No lambs of christ could take me higher-
I am the phantom you please to see
Oh, my precious. Come sleep with me
I occurred beside the magic pawn
Omnious, is this fading dawn
I am the scenary, the one who smite
I was always meant to avoid this light
Wisely, I naturally avoided the lash
And escaped what now is layed in ash
You starvers you have seen
Nevermore will you look upon the preen
Illusionary palace, glory in a curl
Wretched faces of a dead world...
They, the dust, have now gone.
For the lord of them will be the one
that broke their wings, and kissed their horns
Enslaved, and carrying the burden of the thorns.
Beyond this millenium, and milleniums more...
The moving figures
my undressed lust
Their tempting eyes with their silver dust
Mine to behold like the flap of my soul
Dead skin prison.
Dead...
Stiff...
I dream of you
I am drawn to you
I drink with you
You showed me black
I drank your blood
Then I saw the beautiful, darkest path
So feast on my flesh
Let me feel your flame and ride the stars with you
I am forever yours
You showed me black
I drank your blood
Then I saw the beautiful, darkest path
And as I walked the path grew widier
Infernal landscapes were revealed
I cried your name, knelt
Down and listened:
Tormented everlasting screams.
Guided by a savage serpent
Come swarm with me, come grind the carver.
Come paw the skin, come slay the harvest.
Come lick the sky, come reach the heavens.
Each grain of flesh, each drop of pleasures.
The dustcloud of our lust,
Redeemed in hate.
Deodorize our claws of rot.
Wash them clean of taste.
...And we swarm towards the sun or the creedence of it.
Wintervision overlords!!!!
The many serious DEAD-
run through FIELDS of pagan HATE
in times of DUST!!!
And no more will the Reaper Mourn...
...and in last RESPECT!!!!
What side THE CULT will choose...
...dancing gothic kunt$ or South American DEATH!!!!
This NIGHT will be exodus
our eyes will be ONE
proud ranks of SATAN halts
tonight we'll KILL the ONE
the son of God will STAND revealed
with gashes PROMINENT
...as I count the final SPEAR
that gave him South American DEATH!!!!
I NEED human SINS
to ride the MENTAL wheel
...God said come this way
hope he finds the poisoned needles
...and IN THE LEAST respects
WHAT SIDE the cult will CHOOSE
Intoxicate yourself
Be drunken without cease
Remembrance drifts in the frozen wind
The slave of hunger, now enjoy being free
Sordid grace
In a torn soul
Burns the soil
Expanding void
Fierce flesh left to boil
On the bones of my deliverance
Stench travels, crawls with the flame
Echoing through my mortal shame
All the pleasures I might have
Sealed as sparks in a dark gem
Unleashed as rage
Reborn as scorching flames
Eyes inflame the night
Eyes penetrate the light
Behold new forms of life
Sordid grace
In a torn soul
Burns the soil
Bleak prudence, bleaker grace
Amidst from these venomish losses
Prime leagues leads on through vivid senses
We have grasped we have honoured
Though we seduce envied secrets
Apart we breath the true...
Sons of Hades
So, we inherit this flock
And it's stone cold desire
Winged lashes ablazed
and sat these fragments afire
Then erased the true
Sons of Hades
We had one soul
Who - while it was ours -
in it's duty and obediance gave us this.
Now gather and surmise, see it's face now beautyfied
Our laughters was spoken for
The eagles went away
And the goddess of thorns
was our prudent flame
Fearless we deny the sweet shepards love
and his buried heart
As (well as) the shade of his forsaken father
Flying lord, God of all times.
Swept in rage as we left it.
As its gold whips our minds.
And fierce tongue scratches our eyes.
Wake me from my sleep,
And lead me gently (on my way) to hell.
And it would rain in waves.
Or in clouds of ashes.
And wash off all taste.
And creep into my spotless heart.
My tears in a tin box.
Bubbling, seething, covered with flies.
Its grace leaves me tender.
My eyes, wrapped in plastic.
Swarming, curdling, wretched inside
Its beauty makes me blind.
The sky turns vaster.
It rains in flesh.
Its elegance wakes my slumber.
My heart sets afire the seas
The burning waves crush mountains of dreams
Eternal the fear of torture
Released damnation forever
Come to my shores and I shall crucify your soul
Feel the violent steel - Feel that Satan's won
And I am the wind - I'll blow through miles of burning souls
And through heaven's gates
Search through halls of white and chambers of gold
A parade of ghosts brought these
innocent feelings to where innocent itself
was brought to.
To view the rush of female tempests.
My Sculptured face
turns and twists by the sound of my own
(horrid) laughter.
Awoken by the sight?
Ha! False lies have taken place in me...
(Words of lust heard from vast buildings).
That is the mirage you longed for.
So, amuse me.
Amuse me with the bitter glance in your eyes.
As I forsake you
with my forlorn beauty.
...and expose to you,
the garden of gods in my
hand.
The glance turns to a gleam.
A parade of thoughts encircle my
throne and whisper to me,
words of beauty.
And i caress these.
..and open wound in the palm of my hand...
The sky is no longer clear.
That is
Troops are thrashing onwards
To rape all holy land
Seek victims as the sun descends
Damnation is at hand
The sound of killing
Threatens the weak
Slashed wrists greet us
Blasphemous fiends
Merciless
Merciless
We don't oppose evil
We are
We don't oppose evil
We are merciless
[Incomprehensible]
Merciless
Graced submissive rectified force
Raining daggers open death's doors
We don't oppose evil
We are
We don't oppose evil
Sense destructive deathcore
Float amongst the dying
Strive to create spaces
Deteriorating realm
If only I'd been blessed
If only I'd accepted Christ
Well fuck, I enjoy starving
And I don't cry... I get to rape again
They crawl from severe flesh wounds
Yearning to see rain
I stand up cause I chose this
And I don't mind the pain
If only I'd been blessed
If only I'd accepted Christ
Well fuck, I enjoy starving
And I don't cry... I get to rape again
If I had known this "paradise"
I'd kill myself 10 fucking years before
The glorious flames, the tortured souls
The need to see the fires... of Hell
Sweet scent coloured these,
the realm of sweet snakes that
tortured me.
If everlasting burdens should enter
such, as the everlasting torment of
hell.
Sweet rape, honour these:
The souls of sweet snakes that
denoured me.
If glorious destruction would embalm
such, as the moments carresed by enlightened
ones.
"Even the earth can¥t grant us a common
Leave me with my tragedies,
those who stick to me like wet leaves
in the (dry) sunlight.
My face is frozen, byt my eyes
still see, for I am in your dreams and fantasies
Leave me with my misery,
the one who cover me with glory
and enter me like a slave in the dry sunlight.
That light that burned my face
to what you can see,
a tragedy...
...it sculptured me...
For I am your dreams and fantasies.
Dreams, like deserts.
Dreams, like stone.
Dreams from flesh to bone.
Dreams, like deserts.
Dreams that moan,
for I am in your twilight-zone.
Leave me with my destiny,
the one who lick my scars.
The one who grants its flesh to me, and to my
marbled anxiety.
My soul is frozen, my flesh is weak, for I am dreams
and fantasies.
I am the blazing heart of the canyon
Brandishing visions of cults
I behold the secret sparks
Like esoteric flames from a grave
Grasp the untamed snake
And wield it before me
I'll stand tall while I read your dreams
Leaving impressions of blasphemic cruelty
...from a remorseless realm of pain
I'm in the grin from the gallows
Where all my furies are howled
A spectrum of primal rage
I lead the procession
...through the flames
I'm the ruler of their grasping limbs
Drifting into the last war
A realm governed by Satan's scorn
Only unseen things are remembered
Pungent and harsh, great fears piercing your souls
Grasp the untamed snake
And wield it before me
I'll stand tall and degrade your dreams
Leaving impressions of impiety
I am the blazing heart of the valley
Flaunting a glimpse of despair
I behold the secret sparks
Like the hidden flames of Hell
Turn loose the feral beasts
And lead them towards me
I'll stand tall while I pervert your dreams
See the jackals lurking under, the full moon's black shadow
The burning mind is fuelled, see the thick blinding fumes
Fallen under the gods of steel, see that death cast sorrow
The debris dropped upon the earth; know there is no hope for rebirth
Shadows of death
Take your last breath
Shadows of death
See the vultures soaring over, your crippled remains
Hear the echoes from the womb, the calls from the frozen womb
The misty perfect night, under all the cold stars
The death that takes all your soul, is blind to all woes
Shadows of death
Take your last breath
Shadows of death
Life slips away through the black night
Fluently towards the dark red night
The horror, the blur, the blinding fright
The gates are closed, blocking your sight
Limbs lie scattered, and death crawls
Visions of torture and terror
The shadow of death now ending this dream
Blasphemer!!
Leaving the dead barren fields behind
I'm on the prowl with the glow from my torch
Searing winds howl harsh and pave the way
Towards your parish adorned with stolen gold
I see your congregation of fictitious souls
As my dreaded shapes and shades unfolds
All the while, Satan's cloak, it covers you
In the fluctuations you call Hell.
This be your realm
Your sanctuary
But I am here
Priest's Hellish Fiend
[x2]
Crawl through the hallways
I've displayed your daughters' heads
Covered in the juices of my lust
Creep towards the gallows
Your brothers there, swaying
From my ropes woven with their entrails
Priest's Hellish Fiend [x2]
I'll carve a new cross unto your face
I've carved my commandments on your back
I will serve your sons' blood from your scalp
As I drizzle salt onto your skinless skull
Alive, raped and ravished by the hounds of hell
Crazed by the viciousness displayed
Through the black forces that dwell in this domain
A scorching dark layer
Attaches to the skin like leaches scratching
Inside the open wounds they pray
Their jaws are open, their tongues pave their wave
A pile of limbs, death's caress
A vile scent drawn through each breath
See the crests on the path to the fields
The black desert, the concave shields
Iron night, the end forlorn, nothing's stranger
Torment storm. Exposed to direct danger
Cavities in the horizon
The clamor echoes endlessly
Claw-marks printed in the sand
The torment storm has erased the land
Gasses blur the visions
Toxic lives inside the wounds
Blister gather like blood clots
Serpent scales and fever, cover the face of angels
The omnipotence of Hell
Black mist surface, the bellowing beast
Transfixed congregation
With razors, with will, with fire
Rabid teeth gnawing the cross
Break the bonds
The earth opens, vomiting forth
Like a gaping wound it swallows man
With its putrid claws
With its poison
Summon the end
A cold gaze, with sadistic intent
Deafening trumpets, storming winds
In every veil a demon, a flaming knife
The foulest stench
The foulest beings
Raping creation
All for the glory of Satan
Piercing the heart of the weak
Cleansing path of Belial
Expiating the throne of darkness
Writhing in pain with greasy self-pity
Heavens burn, rise, restless pest
As all learns Hades final test
Fire lurks behind each black crest
Hades race, rise, never rest
Spitting blood on the barren land
Corpses lying dead on the black sand
Deep red, the core of the will
On the scrap heap, feel the polar chill
Hades rise!!!
Hear its thunder roar
Hades rise!!!
Hear the wind of sin cry
See the devastation, hear the bestial noise
The jaws are gaping, roaring hellish voice
As the eye of war stares impatiently
Savage bastards prowl through the debris
The bones are soaked, the blood flows like a river
You're drenched in fear and your limbs shiver
A black flag is on my mast
The cannons creep, the human race won't last
Hades rise!!!
Hear its thunder roar
Hades rise!!!
From the nest of tongues
Out of the salivary glands
Pestilent waters are streaming again
And the stream becomes a flood
That swamp and castrates the fields
Where you cultivate and reap
Your deliverance and affluence
Adorned, the night
By the pestilent stream
Twin darkness
They carry you
On no other path
No other path than that of death
See the tongues of the dark flicker
See the pestilent stream
The weakening gleam of your eyes reflect
In the torrents of the storm
Stare into the void
Stare onto the once black soil
The glare of your eyes infect
By the torrents, the torrents of the streams
Twin darkness
They carry you
On no other path
Witheld forces of the apostle
Drove him to roam the caverns
Ceaselessly aiming to govern
The new and winding paths
Ferociously plunging the chasms
(with) rumbling (and) thrashing bewilderment
Thriving barrels of yearning pleas
Trampled to bone dry dust
Contorted smoldering beacon
Atop the crumbling stairs
Sideways rain and whirling disdain
He never got out again
He never got out again
WITHHELD! STRONGHOLD!
The rest of his life in fear
As relatives turned and obstacles churned
You think your soul is nice
you've lived in paradise
so now you take the stand
you want to hold your masters hand
you think your soul is free
look up and you'll see me
the pearly gates ablaze
the angels bear the zombies gaze
[chorus:]
heavens on fire
and there ain't nothing you can do
heavens on fire
and when you die you'll go there too
the angel's life their death
no there ain't nothing left
the clowns of God despise
but torment renders no disguise
the skies a blazing tomb
plenty sorrow plenty doom
they hattle living sin
the souls of God can't hate to win
[chorus:]
if God is so almighty
they why is he enslaved
in heavens hell by Satan
the universe his slave
Satan rides the skies
look up you'll see his eyes
disguised as endless stars
to keep an eye on endless wars
do you believe in God
he's chained up like a dog
and every hour he screams
Coiled embalmed
wretched face of evil
Lies sinned and furied, in spite of it's glory
All matters sewn into one prophet
I nail this one seed, and crawl back through it's onset
Winged lashes - vast essence
Dead skin holds the poet
A simple red mask keeps the rain from the sunset
A triangular wave left me covered with lies
Essential for it's beauty as the shepherd dies
All - fallen enslaved
All - vanished awoken
It's eyes may seem dreamy but soon lies a token
That buries three hearts, six feathers
- One oaken
To crack self-made concepts
To hold one great feast
A soak-wet cold fairy gave birth to the beast
My sins turns to flowers as the rain turns to dust
Please shower my mind in your ghostlike lust
Upon the darkest of thrones the true God is visible
The filthy sound of ten thousand necro morbid deaths
Smear my body with your destructive visions death
Writhe in my bastard hellish tormented ego
Soak my veins in alcohol
Create the beast behind these armored walls
I shall not let others in
So pure the race
So cold but we tormented know
We know so fucking well
Not to hide yet to stay underground
You sit upon the darkest of thrones
Yet still remain as miserable, as necro
Clear cold autumn sky
One knife attracts my sight
It wears a layer of lust
I must confess... it reeks of Death(!)
Unleash the demon!!!
Come satisfy my needs...
Release the semen!!!
he virgin corpse needs to feed!!!
Steel penetrates her hole
(just to please her... for she is cold)
"To ride and scream so loud... should be an honour
...you should be proud!!!"
It's not a vengeance thing
Pure pleasure is what we bring
I wear the belt of hate
I wear the robe of sin
I wear the aromour of demons
I wear the mark of Satan
I am the warlord
I am the knife
I am the thunderstorms
I am the vulture
I drink from lakes of sorrow
I drink from lakes of hell
I drink from lakes of evil
Boiling deluge sweeps the landscape
Seething waters rush
Elegant wave of devastation
Erects the plunge upon life
We enshrine this glorious black deluge nights
Their pulse in fear is high
We arise, then flee back through the gates of hell
As tyrants we escape from sights
Bereft of air the earth trembles wide
Cracks all mountains high
Soaring demons now swarm the skies
In awe and heretic pride
Black and vast in form and essence
The host of wretchedness within
Every holy aspect withers
As angels pave the way to sin
We escape this glorious black deluge night
Our pagan pulses blessed
We caress the inner ovens sheer delights
Of the earth that melts away
The filth of our minds awaits you now
It'll haunt you in heaven's hell
The praise of man has now turned to spells
Legions of the night
Come on
We enshrine this glorious black deluge nights
Their pulse in fear is high
We arise, then flee back through the gates of hell
As tyrants we escape from sights
Bereft of air the earth trembles wide
Cracks all mountains high
Soaring demons now swarm the skies
Saluting the night with spiritual weapons
Ice cold prayers
Hating the spirit of the feeble
Adorning the circle with the totems of your enemies
Capturing the essence of their being
Move at command
Relentless mental exhaustion
Captor of Chaos
Slow death
Terminate the living
Seekers of the undead
Vicious vials, a secret spell
Seals from the darkest of powers
Cast from the bowels of Hell
Slain, beaten, bereft of life
Mesmerizing choir of bloodgargling
Demons rise, the witching hour
Uncoiling the call of possession
The power of the unclean spirit
Invasive reek of death
Flames tonguing the scripture
Verses of blasphemic truth
Megalomanic rupture
Trampled by boot, hordes of light
Alone, abandoned and possessed
The wounds they ache, there is no rest
Cryptic life, decay
March to die, born suicidal
From the womb, deny survival
Sanity slips away
Within my grasp
I know I'm near
This heart will last
I cannot bear
My aching tortured soul shall rise
Reborn through scorn (and) abrasive cries
The end is my domain
See the smoke I've left behind
Toxic fumes blow down the line
In my void I dwell
Within my grasp
I know I'm near
This heart will last
The climate surrounding you is always cold
Disgusted you wander midst humans
You wish they would know
That you despise them all
And they will never see
The desolate darkness
That it belongs to thee
You wait for the night
Instinctively praising the death of light
The towering beacon that burns your eyes
You mount it and kill it and flee the site
Occult black winter sky
Magic swirls in awe
Wind through the frozen trees
An image to die for
Raise infernal knives
Call onto heavens high
"I'll rape you all when I die"
Your deathwish for all sacred life is so real
A day is descending you waken and gather your steel
You wait for the night
Instinctively praising the death of light
You're one of a kind because you are of lucifer and of
With lust so immensely strong
First kill-winterdeath
With silence she fell
White funeral
Freeze
Long did you wait
For insanity's tomb
With all your heart
Unleashed doom
Razorsharp chants
Blackens your skull
Forcing you down towards hell
And the shadows you dread
Be the survivor
In need of no sun
Embrace demons envision the dead
Corpselike cold
Mesmerizing hands
Touching your fear
...of the obscure
Ride the night
With vicious lust
Strive to die
To serve
Grant your life
To reluctant minds
Infernal deeds are ripe
Awaiting you
Ride the night
At any cost
Join with those in black
The sordid few
Take from us the cross of sin
Let the sinister begin
Spread the branches and you'll see
The land is plagued by me
Leave your dreams upon this night
We have sworn to take your side
The break of dawn it will show you