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   Blackened Theological Tome

Crown him, King of Death

Crown him, King of Death

Many shall betray you

Hate shall restore you

Crown him, King of Death

Rule in power

Lord, you now are the sovereign darkness

Crown him, King of Death

Hail his Theocracy, his Tyranny

Thy King of Death, ascension to the throne

Those that have betrayed you shall suffer for eternity

Thy condemnation written in the evil book - Blackened sages tome

Metal has a god, fear his very name; proclaim him as King

At his coronation we gather to praise him

Many of the witnesses burn

As his crown descends, the end of living things

His scepter of power held in a fist of rage

Warriors of light flee for their lives

Retreat from his might

Zoldon, God of Metal

Zoldon, King of death

Those that betray you, they shall eternally repay you

Those that betray you, their suffering shall last forever

Drink Deep From Blackened Bile

From the eminence of his words

The black vision, I witness

By the providence of his message

The book opens, thy unholy page of death

The mind withers as does the shell

Consuming plague, death and decay

A moonless sky upon the day

Natural order shall stagnate

Oceans corrupt, the sickness deep

Tears that diseased men weep

Drink deep from blackened bile - My sores, the flesh of pain

Drink deep from blackened bile - From the bowels of the dead, behold

Drink deep from rotted corpses - Drink me, the well of decay

Drink deep from blackened bile - The black the blight sustains

I wade through the hole

The veins shall come undone

I relinquish my hunger

My thirst is the blackness of the dead

Feed upon the decay of thyself

Thy gut turns, and is consumed again

Foul command, putrid desire

In the end, nothing remains for the fire

He Breaks His Fast Upon A Feast Of Falsehood

Gathering of cursed souls, summoned to the service of the dark God (to prepare his feast)

Dark shadows of the hall shade the obsidian table (they prepare to eat)

Cacophonic balladeers recount the songs of history re-written (feast of deceit)

Zoldon himself raises a toast of pure hatred, blackest of lies

Memories cease to exist as he calls forth obfuscation from the book

Trickery, woven in chains, made to eat fallacy full to burst gorged ignorance

Bane of understanding, the cage of minds locked in stone for all eternity

Speak thy word unto him, he breaks his fast upon a feast of falsehood

Message of the forsaken text

The night, bathed in the storm

Message of the Blackened Tome

Thy heart, the pen doth strike

Read of the book, Page of lies

Taste the food, Life despised

Taste the food, Feast of lies

Test the words, now that his work has been done

His pen touches each heart

Now you raise the cup

Drink of the red ink

The service… unto this table… truth spills

The Carrion Master

These words cannot describe my suffering

Follow me into a valley of blackened human bones

Bath of the unseen, the un-living, undying

This cacophony, it is my screams

This nightmare unfolds, devouring my dreams

I am among the torn, blood fills the streams

He desires the end, I am the means

I feed the Carrion Master - His maw descends upon my soul

I feed the Carrion Master - My flesh the food of he who hungers

We die inside the jaws of he who is the one who separates spirit from the flesh

We die inside the jaws of he who is the one who feasts; he is Zoldon

He is my master, I offer myself to him

Prepare thy food, unto him it is due

Blasphemer, Heretic, He is the true God of Metal

Primaeval Battle, Theocratic Rule

We raise our swords (we raise our swords)

 By his will we shall go to battle

Primaeval world, you shall be his,  you shall kneel

Look to the sky and witness his armies

By the Theocratic rule of Zoldon

My Battle Armour forged of indestructible heavy metal

Watch as the chariots leave the dead in their wake

My shield displays his character

Let the horn announce the slaughter

This Mace crushes unbelievers (Their skulls crumble)

This Hammer vanquishes souls (The essence of spirit dissolves)

We raise our swords to the victory of Zoldon, almighty

Victory is yours - we are the warriors of your theocracy

Let his enemies taste my axe

Through flesh and bone it hacks

Blackened Theological Tome

I beheld the Pages of a blackened Manifestation

Written in the ink abhorrent

Sages of theology hath consigned

The script of night before me reads of his will

Here is a record of the history of transgressions

I see my future, in it I see my demise

Bound by the conviction of this knowledge

A stained glass depiction permits the entrance of

The dark glow of Shadows

Blight of text, bind this world with your word

Arcane text, inscription of thy spirit

Book of Zoldon, testament of metal

Scripture of Zoldon

Believers, hasten unto his call

The message knaws upon thy Face

Its inscription drinks of thy Spirit

Sages Have Written Of Your Kingdom

The eyes of this knowledge stares upon my soul

Searching for the light hidden in an ageless heart

The cover of this tome encrusted with skulls

Grimoire of metal

Find out thy secret

Penetrate my whole

Before him, my entire being shall unfold

I read into the black mists of time

Turn this page of stone

Immortal sage, your ink upon the tome

My consciousness expands a thousand fold

We pray to thee… grant us power…

Sages have written of your kingdom  

Dominion is yours O King of Death

Zoldon, King of Death

Dominion is yours O King of Death

We bow to thee, O King of Death

We hail your deeds, your tyranny of this dimension

Your evil is a megalith that towers before us

Dominion is yours, your rule everlasting

Zoldon, dominion is yours

I read unto the gathered upon the temple floor

Hooded in black they listen to this sermon of dark words

In The Wake Of Chariots

Zoldon, I have seen your armies battle upon burning fields

You are almighty, splendor revealed

You are almighty, your splendor revealed

I have seen your armies battle upon the fields

I raise my arms upward, exalting you

By your providence we shall achieve victory this day

Empower our warriors in battle, my lord

Your hateful name upon the lips of the chosen

Though we may die, we return again

Eternal servitude in your unholy legions

Your absolute power is our authority

You are almighty, splendor Revealed

Reverence Unto He Who Is The Vehement One

Revenant prophets return to kneel before thy Pyre

Skulls of the burned (Skulls of the sacrifice)

Upon them, unto him, the fire

Burn thyself at his command

Return once more to the dead

Understand what is due to Zoldon

Read thy liturgy to spite the peace

Before thy vessel is cast into the altar

Pale Abominatus, your soul is fuel

You spit your spirit

See the smoke rise from the temple

Lord, let your transaction be made

Reverence unto thee

You are the vehement one

The malevolent one; Zoldon

That Megalith Whose Shadow Is Cast Beyond Time Itself

Zoldon, usurper of life and death

Time itself contained within your eternity of hate and shadow

Time bends before his rage

In the blackened book he writes this

Metaphysical discourse

Of eternal death

I refer to the glossary in which our souls are kept

My spine is his quill, ink is blood, scribe of death

History crushed in the fist of my master

Prior to the beginning of time

Perpetuator of darkness hereafter

Expanse of the cosmos echoes with his laughter