Cover di Worship Him

Worship Him
Album - 1 april 1991 - Debaser id 85974

By Samael

Man!
Inexorably you come to me
Each instant you're closer to me
I am death
Do you know where I'll lead you?
Are you sure
That your life will go on endlessly...
Endlessly?

Into misfortune
Into eternal pain

Man!
You're condemned to die
You're condemned to join me
And this certainty haunts you from your birth on
Me, your death, I tell you
Man, you cannot withstand
Man, you're trapped
Man, you must choose
You've chosen
I'll lead you
Close to the lord of the dark powers

No rest

No end
No shelter

No escape
No respite
No sleep

No dreams... eternally...
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He is life, He is death
He is virtue, He is vire

He is the flame of reason
He is the verbe of our thoughts

He is the justice of our trials
He is the gallows of the infidels

He is the fire of vengeance
He is the blade of revenge

He is the executioner's axe
He is the hangman's rope

He is the fall of the kingdom of ignorance
He is the end of the reign of intolerance
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The golden age of the sorcery has passed
The necromancers' cloud of darkness
Hangs over the ancient kingdom
Only some cursed book can allow you
To find your lost powers again
And to join with the powerful force of death
So install you inside the magic circle and implore

Belf, son of Belf,
Who's got brass feet, iron heel
Belf, son of Belf,
Give me the power to kill at distance

Accept all orders orders of your superiors
Obey them fool
Raise all their vows and then realize yours
Then you will be invulnerable
Ignorant souls
Realize your morbid wishes

Belf, son of Belf,
Who's got brass feet, iron heel
Belf, son of Belf,

Give me the power to kill at distance

Your brain's on fire
Fulfill a crime you must
Hecat watches over the accomplishment of the crime
Trust him 'cause no law
Can transgress ten thousand years
Of knowledge kept by the sorcerers

Belf, son of Belf,
Who's got brass feet, iron heel
Belf, son of Belf,
Give me the power to kill at distance
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Born from the depth of my brain
Born in the night of the times
Born by the nothingness

Born by bloody massacres
Born by massive executions
Born by millions of deaths

Ancestral prediction
Medieval prophecy
Secular institution

In eternal blasphemy
Morbid metal

Born by malefic oaths
Born by secret conspirations
Born by infame rituals

Morbid metal
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Prisoner of my dreams
Slave to my illusions
Paralysed by the anguish of a new day
Tormented by the desire of glory
The thirst for power

I'm refuging into the pentagram
Where I fear nobody
I dominate my enemies
I lead my friends
All belongs to me, body and soul

Prisoner of my dreams
Slave to my illusions
Paralysed by the anguish of a new day
Tormented by the desire of glory
The thirst for power

I'm retreating into the pentagram
Where I become possessor of your lives
Dictator of your thoughts
Master of your acts
The pentagram is my invincible weapon...
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I am the envoy of the son of the dawn
A slave to the star of the morning
I am here to prepare the coming of our lord
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[Instrumental]
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[Instrumental]
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