[Enter Into Eternal Oath]
[Eve of AntiCreation]
[Praising to a Blackened Moon]
[Burning Black Desire]
[Tales of Immortality]
Cold freezing moon deadens the sky
A baphomet of steel, our swords collide
In a spell of darkness we chant
We enter into the eternal oath.
A radiant infernal glow
I feel your powers enter my soul
Shineth as a flame in mist
Unholy powers manifest.
May we bare the eye of the beast
A trail of chaos has guideth me
Him who liveth triumphantly
With no beginning, end cannot be.
Lurking in the darkness evil awaits
Feel the rush unholy hordes create
As we chant to oblivion
Spitting forth Satanic verses, consumption of soul.
We chant in blasphemy
And proclaim our infernal names
Can the wings of wind hear our voice
As we call unto the night.
Arise!
Saith the first, move unto his servants
Show yourself in power
And make us strong seers of all
I stir and summon up the mighty beast
That liveth forever...forever...foreverrrrr
© 1994 Summon
This time must come now as written
Blackest of day it shall be
Eve of anti-creation
When all ways of holy have ceased.
Moon, stars, sun and clouds collide
Creating unholy eclipse
For this time is now as is written
Heaven's temple quiet and dark.
Heaven in a veil of sleep
They are not pronouncing judgements
They are not deiciding decisions
Veiled is the night.
At once the sign is given
Winged demons attack
Destruction of God's holy heaven
As fire turns everything black.
Angels in their helplessness
Are raped of their purity
Sodomy and lust now reign
Prepare to hail your new god.
Dethroned of all power
Eve of anti-creation
Judge of truth, father of fatherless
Oh, ancient ones the gods of night.
Stench of blood and singed wings
Unholy paradise
Satan masturbates upon the throne of God.
Thy lord kneels before the goat
And licks the hooves of the horned one
Satan laughs at his fate at hand
As God he begs for a merciful...eternity!
© 1994 Summon
A nocturnal landscape of lost, forgotton souls
No hope for the holy as the anti-Christ is born
Blackened voices chanting to the one who's dressed in horns
Drink the blood, impure perversions, orgy of the soul.
(chorus)
Hear the hymns of darkness
New moons rise (in their haunting praise)
Praising to a blackened moon
Of Pagan ways true and divine
Horns of doom play their songs of dread
As witches sing in the darkest of keys.
Hell's choir chant with haunting praise,
In blasphemous delight
I can now foresee the future
Basking in blackened night
Hollowed wings shall take me
Beyond the gates of time
Crossing over nightmarish landscape
Unholy ways to find.
(chorus)
Desecration
Pure blasphemation
Exhumation
Let our dark souls...
© 1994 Summon
Oh, mighty gods of wrath
Behold they sacred chant
Guideth me through Hell
Guide me through my darkest dreams of Pagan fire
Burn with black desire
Wishful sins of lust
Blackened in the soul.
Burning black desire
Flames burning with lust
Revive evil in us
Embrace the sins of flesh.
I shall endure my sins 'til the end
Holy ways defied
Bound and crucified
Lust in black disguise.
I shall endure my sins 'til the end
Holy ways we've learned
Sickening in turn
Wish for to burn... burn...
Burn... burn... burrrrrnn...
Eyes afire blind as night
Burn in Pagan fire
Sins will yearn forever burn
Burning black desire...
Oh, mighty gods of wrath
Behold thy sacred chant
Guideth me through hell
Guide me to a place of blackened lust and damnation...
Burning black desire...
© 1995 Summon
Cruel hand of grim pale existence
Embrace me to your midnight slumber
Mistress of cold, fangs of fire
Penetrate with blackened lust.
I can feel my blood running cold
For pleasures of the warm streams of life
To satisfy this burning evil thirst
Soul of black, cult of dead
With sicken crave
Son of darkness, hounds of hell
Thirst for blood, under a demonic spell.
Hear the wings of the sacred bat
Soaring in its soundless flight
Power of the moon and its blackening trace
Fills like a Transylvanian night.
I can hear the winds cry for blood
Of wicked pleasures far beyond mere mortal
To satisfy this burning evil thirst.
Soul of black, cult of dead
Soul with sicken crave
Son of darkness, hounds of Hell
Thirst for blood under a demonic spell
Soul of black, cult of dead
Soul is cursed with this sickened crave
Feel the burn of the pulsing pain
Demonic thirst for midnight drains.
Soul of black, cult of the dead
Soul is cursed with this sickening crave.
© 1995 Summon
