Demonic Verses

by NOMAD

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released September 15, 2004

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BLEYZABEL BALBERIT - voc.
BILMORGH PAMORHIZ - git.
NAMELESS IMMENUS - git.
GAAPZARIEL KEMOHES - dr.
ROTHEP PATIEL bas.

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Track Name: Demonic Verses
“DEMONIC VERSES“

I’m beyond that what you are
I’m rising when you are passing me
I’m growing nursed by the power path
I can see deeper, because my shoots are growing from the bottom

I’m the centre of earth depths
Deaf like a scab you can’t see anything
I’m lightning candles of death somewhere near your dumb lust

I’m above
I’m centre
I’m always
I’m inconceivable

Friendly graves are humming serenades for me
I’m cuddling children hungry for power
The row of my sparks is burning right next to your fear
You haven’t been to me like this, I feel the touch of disgrace

I’m always above that what you could think of
I’m rising inconceivable, nobody lies to me no more

I can see with the depth of what my fear’s singing
As always I’m thinking in other way, because since the beginning I’m above

Disgrace...........................
Disgrace..................................... Disgrace!
Disgrace .........................
Track Name: The Branch of Cool Progeny
“THE BRANCH OF COOL PROGENY”

Kingdom of dead is a torture tool
for the picked fruit of wisdom.
Cemetery of antichrists is waiting obediently
For the call its henchmen’s names

Open earth rewards with its warm the ones
Who are keeping its infinity.
Volcanoes of power present bodies of the once
Who are able to face themselves.

Disprove me, disprove with me

Hungry mounds of minds torture
The bound instincts of independence
Fear hasn’t been rewarded
By socially spiritualised law.
Blessings will newer become real
To the devoted worshipers of the cross

Designate me, designate with me
Throw with me away, throw me away

An experience demands strong deliberation
With the narcotic of christian wisdom
To still stand the life in their sick, imaginated world.
Only degradation amongst own race
Lets hover in illusions of the holiest humility.

The heirs of own identity must close themselves
Deep inside their souls and darkness
To be still of sound mind.
The offspring of chaos can dance
On the naked stupidity and ignorance of its holy oppressors.
Roused from the penance we’re marching outside insanity,
Waiting for the kingdom of antichrists to come.

I’m the bell you bang
I’m the army you bless
Track Name: Blazing Mind
“BLAZING MIND”

You must die, in the hell there’s no more place for you
You are already the past that fallibly beats its breast

I’m the great law of needs
I’m the only one who understood that lost

I would remain passive if your crusade didn’t have such a past
As always I can exist beyond your world
I’ve stopped taking care of consciousness of the fool
I am the thought, the great law of needs

You won’t understand, why I think in a different way
And I don’t give a shit about the curse of the cartoon god
Laughing I consider only as the nature of the past thing

You must die, in the hell there’s no more place for you
You are already the past that fallibly beats its breast
You must die!!!
You must die!!!
You must die!!!
You must die!!!

Oh, you have to just for a moment feel your thoughts through me
In inconstant stream of supposed prophecies
I am the only one who understood that lost
I could have finished that long time ago or looked for confederates
Everything’s got its price, only a coward misses his honour
Track Name: In the King's Hands
“IN THE KING’S HANDS”

Born in a grimace of fight for breath of his souls
Cursed in metaphors
Rejected in an ideal molesting of life
On a scream carried by LA VEY
I am the freedom
I am the significance

A sense of precipitous, dry provocation’s
The leader made of paper has disappeared
In my spatial image I’m the king of dreams
Escape with camps of lazy orgasms
In the manifestation of power and downfall
On the other side, being all depths of hells
I’m screaming: “freedom”

In the reverence of ungodly children
Convenient like beast’s eyes
Forgotten to the frightened
Possessed by the pleasure of wind
worshiping evil in the curse
I’m scolding with freedom, agony and fossil

In the symptom of ecstasy
Somewhere in a dream
Well-groomed I’m killing your little gods
In the fire of imperious south I’m hovering with freedom

In the reverence of ungodly children
Convenient like beast’s eyes
Forgotten to the frightened
Possessed by the pleasure of wind
worshiping evil in the curse
I’m scolding with freedom, agony and fossil

Born in a grimace of fight for breath of his souls
Cursed in metaphors
Rejected in an ideal molesting of life
On a scream carried by La Vey
I am the freedom
I am the significance
Track Name: The Symphony of Demonic Sounds
“THE SYMPHONY OF DEMONIC SOUNDS”

Slaughtered by the sword of arguments
Unearthed by verses of disdain
Destructive for the victims giving themselves to him
Lost in the souls sacrificed to him
Your shepherd has forgotten what to do next
He was destroyed by the patron of his adoration
The harvest of revenge devours the dumb orphans
The daughters of omnipotent father are trembling
Merciless wars in the name of their prophet

God-Violence, Mercy-Death Evil-degradation, Disability-Good Tears-Disgrace Chains-Life Envy-Coffin Promises-Trick

Burn all the coffins with the heroes of a sanctified expiation and mercy
Lasting debates on the better sacrifice of painful expiation
don’t lead to a healthy life…


The dumb redeemer’s days of glory have already gone
Sons of the cross are pushed away
Their chopped off dead heads are still in silence
The blood is being shed and wars for a better world still go on
He was destroyed by the patron of his adoration
The harvest of revenge devours the dumb orphans
The daughters of omnipotent father are trembling
Merciless wars in the name of their prophet


Burn all the coffins with the heroes of a sanctified expiation and mercy

Lasting debates on the better sacrifice of painful expiation
don’t lead to a healthy life…