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Sixteen thousand years has passed since the true-hearted
leadership of the mulleted ones has reigned on our planet
and we are waiting for its return
The true leader must understand and accept the ancient precepts
Set by the unnish council for the legions of the mulleted forces
In the ancient, hidden mountain-concealed cave of many tunnels
Lie the secrets of the new rise of the astral rulers
They feed upon the Power's emanations
Manifested as strange, primal lava
As they call it: The Lava of the Cavernous Cave
Many battles there have been, throughout the otherwise
Tranquil decades, centuries
And yet the ancient race, the lineage has not ceased
They've been nurtured, even in long-lasting dormancy,
By the chaotic lava of the cavernous cave
In the tunnels, in the caverns the eggs have been hidden
Seen by no-one from the outside, hatched by volcanic heat
And not many have seen the abominous monster
Who has laid and raised all of them
And what is to become of them... Ahh, a majestic rise
A great upheaval of "otherworldly" strength, yet so worldly
A great mutation in the cosmic order
The lava shall devour all the pitiful
And the mulleted, countless warriors of might
Standing in the deathlike valley
Hail their bestial procreator
With a ferocious force, for which there is not many equal
At least not upon the earth, at least not in the human realms
"Lava of the Cavernous Cave, many deaths we've seen
Yet, though some of our brothers have fallen,
courageous we've always been
Gathered below our leader, preparing our warfare
A royal triumph of the lava-fed this world will one day see"
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Mantis, O great, of many tentacles
that whip the damp air of the dungeons
And the air of the fresh night
In dead silence a thunderous quake of the Earth
Yet emitting no voice
The Mantis is sacrificing for SATAN!
The Mantis is coming on its prey
Food for Mantis, Sperm for SATAN!
SATAN!
After long silence, the storm!
Lying on the pedestals, dismembered human body parts
Trophies of the great Mantis, set for display
To arouse a bestial frenzy, a hunger to hunt for more
Scattered minds so fragile,
bones no longer supporting the weaklings' flesh
"SATAN, what does this monstrosity mean to you?"
No answer, Satan does not think!
H-HAA, you fools...
Don't lie there to surrender
Some forces you can control, some just respect with wonder
Fight for survival - worship SATAN!
The Mantis destroys just the worthless
who don't deserve the gift of life
The Evil have a chance to survive,
the "holy" shall be destroyed!
Food for Mantis, ejaculation in blasphemy
Blaspheme in ecstasy
SATAN's pet, Mysterious semen
There is a purpose to everything in SATAN's world!
(in this world where Satan rules)
The smell enchants the victims with pure abhorrence
Learn to enjoy it, show your Satanic might
and drink the sperm, and offer yours to the chalice
of sacrificial fluids
The Mantis looms in the Darkness and has a thousand eyes
Numerous slimy tentacles, can transcend material boundaries
The Mantis can enter your dreams and become your nightmare
Nightmares feed the needs of those of the Night
SATAN's Mantis is not a praying mantis
Yet most of the victims fall praying
But there is no "god" listening
Only the Night and the evil Day
And the Mantis torturing its prey
Hideous in appearance, some say
Before they fade away
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Unholy armies of disembodied spirits gather at the edge of woods
Carrying light-opposing symbols of diabolic magery
They know of the demonic hierarchy
Where the Arch-Daemon is, lurk also the undead skeletons
Black reapers, armoured devils, men with bestial heads or bodies
Don't go to nocturnal forest unarmed or unprepared
What lies there is not for the weak of heart
Ceremonial evocations performed by the minions of Dark
They worship in the crypt where only the strong or a fool would dare
The light of jesus does not scare Lord Satan
Hail the force that flows behind and within all created
Sin does not mean anything to hir followers
External restrictions of mankind rejected certainly by them
"By us!"
"We are the Devil's archspawn!"
Evocations in the woodland-crypt
To summon the hidden resources
To enter the core of Night
To approach the Übermensch-might
"Join Lucifer with delight!"
The Bestial Storms keep raging in the mist
Even by dawn when the crypt remain deserted by our/their absence
Where we/they are, there'll be no peace
Where we/they rule, beneath, no sword shall need its sheath
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