Текст (слова) песни: Lux Occulta - The Birth of The Race

off the sinister heavens I strip the arc of moon
the cosmic sickle starts the deicidial harvest
I am the wheel of fortune that grinds your chest
the fruit of the storm and the kingdom belongs to me
the time has come, your time, my father

this is my fate
to raise my hand
against the silver temples
that is my fate
to set up new order
the castle of clouds shakes
this is my fate
to get the sword
and paint the mountains red

the crescent of moon ploughs his breast
cry, cry all spirits, the old one is dead

drops of his blood whirling around
changing their colours, altering shapes
his purple juices transform into angels
hosts of lust, Dionysiac tribe

regicide sword, bull-horned god
brother of all spirits,
lead your troops, lead us to Earth,
feed us with flesh
feed me with flesh
teach me substance

lightnings, thunders...

he is not dead
he regains his strength
spears of royal curse
bullets of royal wrath
lightnings, thunders chase us
... but well be back
... some day
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Bitter Taste Of Victory
Blessed Be The Rain
Breathe Out
Burn
Chalice of Lunar Blood
Ecstasy And Terror
Gambit
Homodeus (Throne Of Fire)
Kiss My Sword
Library On Fire
Love
Mane Teket Fares
Midnight Crisis
Missa Solemnis
Most Arrogant Life Form
Mother Pandora
Nocturnal Dithyramb
Nude Sophia
Pied Piper
Sweetest Stench Of The Dead (The Battlefeld)
The Birth of The Race
The Heresiarch
The Kingdom Is Mine (I Saw The Beginning)
The Opening Of The Eleventh Sephirah
The Third Eye (Illuminatio)
Upwards To Conquer Heaven
When Horned Souls Awake
Yet Another Armageddon