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Midnight Approaches
The darkness will consume you
Enter the woods of Mhovan
And feel thy breath
The air is foul
And thy hour draws near
A dark Presence engulfs you
As you peer through the trees
I summon thee
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2. |
The Crows (Corvus Rises)
06:08
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Far from the keep they flew
Blackened skies they grew
Summoned by the witch
To feed on the the dead
Blackened skies
An impression of the night
Witches howl
And the crows they follow
The fading candle light
Your journey will grow dark
The caw of the crow
Will send chills down your spine
An ancient spell
Used just for the fun
Brings forth carrion
And the witches they just laugh
Their hunger grows
With every mile they fly
Aimed right at your town
There's nothing you can do
Far from the keep they flew
Blackened skies they grew
Summoned by the witch
To feed on the the dead
The sun is blocked
By the mass horde of the crows
When they attack
Your dead will pile high
Their eyes are pale
And the Resembles moon
Through their eyes the witch sees all
They tear the flesh
Right off your bones
A Silhouette
Of the crows
Encase a man
And leave just the bones
An endless feast
Until the witches cease
"I summon thee the birds death,
Come to me and do thy bidding
Feed on them all
Answer thy call
For you are under my control"
I summon thee
The birds of death
Come to me and do thy bidding
Feed on them all
Answer thy call
For you are under my control
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3. |
Once Upon A Midnight
08:45
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1652 and the night is alive
The night the beast in us is alive
One night dedicated to horrid crimes
Killing and witch craft and running through the night.
Any other time would be certain death
Burned at the stake or beaten to death
Tonights the night of the witches eve
You thought they were normal folk but now you'll see.
They practiced spells for many months through
Cast upon their enemies maybe you
Boiling in the cauldron now is the time
To rid the world of the terrible night.
One night your crimes go ignored
One night no one will adore
A select few will use it at will
Hide your family or they may be killed
Once upon a midnight killing
Witches run through the streets with envy
Once upon a midnight killing
They fucking kill everyone they see!
Better run
From the witches
(At midnight they crawl from their chambers
Misunderstood And full of rage
You thought they were normal
But on the witches eve... they kill!)
Once upon a midnight
One night your crimes go unsolved
1652 and the night is alive
Tonight the beast within us will be alive
One night dedicated to horrid crimes
Killing and witch craft and running through the night.
Any other time would be certain death
Burned at the stake or beaten to death
Tonights the night of the witches eve
You thought they were normal folk but now you'll see.
They practiced spells for many months through
Cast upon their enemys and maybe you
Boiling in the cauldron now is the time
To rid the world of the terrible night.
One night your crimes go ignored
One night no one will adore
A select few will use it at will
Hide your family or they may be killed
Once upon a midnight killing
Witches run through streets with envy
Once upon a midnight killing
They fucking kill everyone they see!
Better run
From the witches!Β
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4. |
Warlock
07:12
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Deep within the mind
Of a man lost in time
For the power of the Warlock
He must give up His soul in return
Once a normal man
From the town of Mhovan
An outcast all his life
And obsessed with the afterlife
He came across ancient scrolls
The art of demon summoning
Written across the top
The Warlock Grimoire
Wakened in the dead of night
A black cloaked wraith knight,
"I know what you have seen
And now is the time for you to come clean
I have watched you for many years
Come with me ill lead you away"
And that night the man disappears
Left behind his life of fear.
Many years past
In his training from the Grimoires
He can now at last uphold his true destiny,
Call fourth the dead and demons
He is now the warlock of Mhovan
His power overlooked by the elders
He's grown far beyond their control
Now a master of the arts
With one goal in mind
He seeks an ultimate revenge
To kill all that opposed him
As he summons
The great beast
The ground will rot below his feet!
Deep within the mind
Of a man lost in time
For the power of the Warlock
He must give up His soul in return
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5. |
Hall Of Demonology
07:09
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its time to lower your cross
They holy light has no power here
40,000 years enslaved at least
Your soul would burn if you were a priest
Ever 10 years we return
To open the portal and we learn
The ancient ways of the beast
We have even talked to the deceased
Oh in the hall
we remember your call
in the hall of the damned
the ancient knowledge of Mhovan
A cryptic chill engulfs your mind
We are the sons of dark and time
Carried far across the land
The knowledge we bestow my friend
Can't be calmed
Can't be undone
We are the last of the sons of the old
Ripped through the portal of death
Your soul could be shattered into dust
Hall of Demonology
Witches and warlocks study the damned
In the Hall of Demonology
All souls are cursed you'll pray for death
You'll pray for death
Oh in the hall
we remember your call
in the hall of the damned
the ancient knowledge of Mhovan
A cauldron boils
A spell is cast
The gate constructed of bones, the portal flickers, the gate opens
Cloaked in black and armed with a staff
They are fearless as they enter
The demons gate.
But though the Hall, all must pass
Before the calling of the mass
Oh in the hall
we remember your call
in the hall of the damned
the ancient knowledge of Mhovan
Hall of Demonology
Witches and warlocks study the damned
In the Hall of Demonology
All souls are cursed you'll pray for death
You'll pray for death!
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6. |
Beneath The Citadel
06:44
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I was summoned by a long lost friend
through the passing years a disease has grown upon him
He's a prisoner of his mind and i went to his aid
I ride on the dreary path to the great citadel
I approach the door as the rain begins to fall
let in by a servant and led to my friend
alone and cold i see hes not well
He and his beloved sister the last of their kin
Beneath the Citadel
a madness lucks in them
even the most minuscule sound
drives him to panic
and with all the dispair
his sister has fallen ill
and without her there
he'll be trappen within his mind
Theres not much i can do
but simply be there
talk some sense into him
with his bleak dark stare
he sees right through me
I just dont know
how much longer he'll have his sanity
As I sit in my room
I hear a knock at my door
It was swung open in a panic
"Shes dead! My sister is Dead!"
his screams of terror still haunt me to this day
I help him carry her coffin to her tomb
benath the citadel
lit by candle light
he cries to the sky
entombed in a hollow coffin
his madness has overtaken him
and his grief takes his soul
beneath the citadel a madness lurks
Days have past
since he lost her
the rain has not stopped and the house slowly crumbles
he comes to my room
with wide bloodshot eyes
he speaks of a sound lurking beneath
is he crazy? I've heard nothing
perhaps you're hearing the storm
"My sister lives!
We burried her alive
I heard banging days ago but i dare not to speak"
"Oh the horror
can't you hear her cries?
her soul still haunts me"
I run from the madness
and watch the house as it crumbles to the ground
as screams sore out beneath the citadel
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7. |
The Trial Of Yazzertiz
08:33
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1643
As she walks in the night she was seen
A peasant outside the tavern
Alerts the townsfolk to gather.
As they peer at the warrant
They Grab the peasant by the throat
He swears to what he just seen
They take a moment and then set out.
As they March through the street
Pitchforks high as they screech
They Grab the keys of the armory
They want the blood of Yazzertiz!
But is she innocent of her crimes,
The housewife known far and wide.
To Doubt a witch of her crimes?
Oh these were terrible times
The Trial Of a "Witch"
Named Yazzertiz
Her sins were unknown by the mob
Only a warrant from an unlikely source
She may be innocent but they don't care
She was caught by dawn
And beaten half to death
Brought to the sheriff and put on death row
Questioned for her crimes
But to deny would mean her doom
The Trial Of a "Witch"
Named Yazzertiz
Her sins were unknown by the mob
But was she innocent!?
As they walk her down the isle
By the men woman and children that know her
They hang their heads
Because They know her fate
No one speaks now for it is to late.
She was accused for murdering an infant
When asked how does she plea,
The the towns folk start erupt in a rage
All baby killers are Sentenced to death!
No one knows and no one cares
About the facts or the burden she bares
As she's pulled from her seat
Brought the gallows with the Trial incomplete!
As the rope is wrapped around her neck
She just grins as she has something to be said
I've been accused of murder, and accused wrong
And I've been in hiding for far too long
You shall forevermore feel my wrath, and disappears with a trace.
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8. |
From The Dark Portal
04:09
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"Jiak come avo lat oh greaav ni,
katu jiak ukavand auk jiak give lat mausan ukoul shal nauk-avurn
nauk-in zajar upon gith moravaluk,
agh ukavep avhrough avhe mubullat poraval"
(I come to you oh great one,
Here i stand as I give you my soul in return
Rein fire upon all mortals,
And step through the dark portal)
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9. |
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Midnight the hunt has started
Men of the village hunt the wanted
A price is on her head
They March through the woods and chanting
They want her head and remember what she's done to your village
Grab your Pitchforks and Torches
Ride into the night
Grab your Pitchforks And torches
We kill a witch tonight
We kill aΒ witch tonight
We have power in numbers
She can't kill us all
We remember the Countless ones she has murdered
Taken from their homes
their faces flashes through our minds
we will kill her fast enough of the trickery
we will just go for the head
Shes in our sights
Riding that God damned broom
Remember aim for her head
Grab your Pitchforks And torches
Ride into the night
Grab Your Pitchforks and torches
We kill a witch tonight
Grab your Pitchforks And torches
Ride into the night
Grab your Pitchforks And torches
Clotheslined off her broom
And beaten savagely
We are getting revenge
tonight
Stomp her head in
Make sure she's dead
We are killing a witch tonight
As we look at her mangled body
She let's out a laugh so menacingly
She just won't die but remember we have power in numbers beat this bitch to death
Die!
Die!
Get bludgeoned with my torch x3
Get bludgeoned!
Grab your Pitchforks and torches
We're killing this witch
Grab your Pitchforks and torches
Kill this bitch
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