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"PROPHECY OF THE BLACK SPIDER"
lyrics by Alucarda Bellows
Scrawled augury in the omnibus
Feelings of doom - so ominous
The Black Spider was the medium's name
Prophecies thought to be insane
Hidden away in the hills
Tombs are their abode
They emerge - awakened by his words
An undead life to them bestowed
Summon the demon from his home
Undead oracle of the occult
Leave the dead in peace
Your flesh, your blood they will hunt
Death will rise triumphantly when the moon is full
Hands will burst through the ground and underneath you are pulled
Repugnant corpses eroded away over time
But still their brittle bones will assemble and rise
Summon the demon from his home
Undead oracle of the occult
Leave the dead in peace
Your flesh, your blood they will hunt
(Solo - "This solo smells of death")
There will be nights of terror
There will be a cadaverous dawn
Secrets in the ancient stone
Detail the Hell that has spawned
They arrive at his manor
They await his arrival
Soon they find they're surrounded by the dead
No chance for survival
There will be nights of terror
Prophecy of the black spider!
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Bewitch & Bedevil
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"BEWITCH & BEDEVIL"
lyrics by Alucarda Bellows
Witch's screams - the moon is full
Over jagged trees they fly
They drop into the field, wolf skulls
On the 13th moon they will die
For anyone crossing the woods at night
Their relic of damnation was found
Bewitching and bedeviling, a Hellish sight
And all will fall to the frosty ground
The full moon exploits the darkness
Revealing what's not meant to be seen
Don't speak unless it's to say a prayer
And if it be to Satan, I will say it with thee
Horrors from darkness, motivated by the devil
A lycan curse lain on all men
Wolf blood, evil within
Manifests as black fur on their skin
Hungry as beasts, still hunting for their feasts
They sniff out our blessed souls
Chaos will descend on who prays to ascend
Distant church bells toll
The full moon exploits the darkness
Revealing what's not meant to be seen
Don't speak unless it's to say a prayer
And if it be to Satan, I will say it with thee
I am the claws, I am the horns
I am the fangs, I call the storms
I am the darkness, I am forlorn
I am the spirit, unrested and scorned
The full moon exploits the darkness
Revealing what's not meant to be seen
Don't speak unless it's to say a prayer
And if it be to Satan, I will say it with thee
(Solo: "The Devil-Mood")
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Deep within the tenebrous bowels of a dark and decrepit castle was it that the black ritual was undertaken. Assembled there were two of the worst sinners this world has ever known, utterly profane and perverse: The Warlock, He of all Blasphemies, and Esteban Walpurgis, He of all Evil Rites … ... more
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