1. 83-93 arası faaliyet göstermiş death metal grubu. grup 2007'de yeniden bir araya geldi, kendilerinin, yeryüzünün ilk death metal grubu olduklarını söylerler. resmi sitelerinde "hail satan" gibi ibişlikler mevcuttur. şeytanın da çok sikindeydi!
Mourning the decay
Bitter ungodly enemy
cast into heavy woe
Left in the corner of the world (we are possessed)
Out of the maze, with clearsight - at the brink of one's abyss
Out of the maze, with clearsight - cold eyes at the world
Out of the maze, with clearsight - disbelief and scorn
Out of the maze, with clearsight - not poisoned by your fraud (we are possessed)
The realisation of the position
No longer vunerable
Having played the music no one could understand
Serenade to the devil's den - He, the final frontier!
Defaming judgement
upon the starving souls
mourning self-made pestilence
Cannon fodder for the
apocalypse
A haunt for every unclean spirit
Lord of the flies or kingdom of death
Circle the prey, show them your eyes,
they bear witness of centuries of might
Predecessor who blessed us with grace
in sempiternal fight
Excessive aggression -
Fire is the definite sign of rebirth!
The elder's electrons channeled through you
carried by thy night Supremacy
Born to win this battle, defeat is the tongue
of the whore
venomun 1985 çıkışlı albümünün ve altıncı sırada yer alan parçanın ismi. albüm kapağının üzerinde pentagram figürü olan tişörtü giymiş iki ufak kız çocuğu vardır. şarkı sözlerini kopyala yapıştır yaptığımızda aynen şöyle der;
Look at my eyes and you will see
Fire is burning inside of me
Fire it burns
Fire it burns
Look at the children
Look at my eyes
Look at me Satans child
Born of evil thus defiled
Brought to life through Satanic birth
Raised in Hell to live on Earth
Come look at me and I'll show you
Things that will open your eyes
Come listen to me and I'll tell you
Things that will sicken your mind
We drink the vomit of the priests
Make love with the dying whore
We suck the blood of the beast
And hold the key to deaths door
Through many a tormented night prevail
Thy excorsions can but fail
Though crucifix doth durn my flesh
I shall not yield to you unless I die!
I am possessed by all that is evil
The death of your God I demand!
I spit at the virgin you worship
And sit at my lord Satan's left hand
I care not for the priests who are crying
I answer to Baphomet's call
A cry for help from the dying
Means nothing to me at all
I am decreed by lord Satan's fine evil
To destroy what all mortals love most
Satan is my master incarnate
Hail praise to my unholy host
