the spell of the jackal Can't break the spell, won't break the spell The spell of the shadowless man Along witches fornicate, the demons dance, black
Close youre eyes, imagine sumarian ancient times The wicked world devotion to the devilish arts To the demonic arts! Purple dusk, mad wisards talking
But a drunk's only trying to get free of his body And soar like an eagle high up there in heaven His shouts and his curses they are just hymns and praises
heavens shall {fall} I have demon lord {appraised} unholy maze of heaven ... [absolutely undescribable] The heaven {betray{ed}} as I ... I {hail} the Arrival ... blasphemy ... of the demon
[ENDYAMON:] I sing of Power, Magick and Faith A Sonnet of Pure Victory A Hymn to the Spirits of Freedom and Grace And whichever Gods there may be . . .
[Lyrics & Music: David DeFeis] I Sing Of Power, Magick And Faith A Sonnet Of Pure Victory A Hymn To The Spirits Of Freedom And Grace And Whichever Gods
of each round of creation, A source of perpetual delight to the pure of heart, Slayer of the demon, Tripura, consciousness and bliss personified, Dispeller
Hams and yams and cookies and candy, chimes of joy and candles aglow Hymns and carols - choirs are forming everywhere that you go Pere Noel, Pere Noel
s'ressert sur nous comme un zook love. Faut pas lacher l'feu, faut qu'on innove. Demon One : Mais y'aura deux place c'est Demon One qu'est de retour
drunk's only trying to get free of his body And soar like an eagle high up there in heaven His shouts and his curses they are just hymns and praises
Oh fiercest Goddess Darkness dares to invoke Pure Demonic Attraction When Thou were raptured by Elohim's Hand Tears bedimmed Thy ebony Eyes Former Things
pagan mystic rose Perfect prostitute priestess Face dripping with the semen of many Initiatrix to the great work, devoted Isis Without Osiris Demeaned and demonized
where tie is tortured where suns and moons are pitch black where demons fear the darkness where cold is death mystic god unholy wars no honour in death
of such delights) For ravens winged Her nightly flights Of erotica Half spurned from the pulpit Torments to occur Half learnt from the cabal of demons
of devilry birthing hatred in symmetry the lamias sing to the hymn of suffering deceased mark a trail beheaded and impaled our brethren fall deep in frost a demonic
pas trop nets a qui on met les gourmettes, qui baisent le patronat 24 sur 7 envers nous, l'Etat a des dettes A tous ceux qui chantent nos hymnes T'as