Awaken Ancient Spirits / Contract with the Abyss

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released February 23, 2011

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Track Name: Awaken Ancient Spirits
Awaken Ancient Spirits

yo

I got black mass rhythms from the lord of lies
demons race into my eyes
exterminate your posse like they be vermin
my flow is like a church – it’s BURNIN
the crushing force of satan brings you to your knees
I unleash a plague on fuckin sucker MCs
your life I steal and your soul I’m takin
cookin MCs like a pound of bacon
inner black circle with a thousand kills
you’re facing dark majesty and mad fuckin skillz
dissers be dissin and the hataz be hatin
but it aint no thang when you’re in league with SATAN
you sayin that you’re kult, acting like you one of us
but I’ll stab you like varg when he took out euronymous
the stormclouds gather, the pentagram burns
the cross is inverted - like the wax, it turns
coyotes feel the cold wave of the dark
with flow inspired by eternal spark
the light of lucifer guiding the way
my necrodarkness, the enemy of day
the forest calls, and the raven cries
as flittermice, as satan’s spies
horned master of endless time
trained for centuries in spitting rhyme
I enter into the soul of the snake
awaken ancient spirits - AWAKE
Track Name: Contract with The Abyss
Contract with the Abyss

where the cold winds blow, I take my pen
scrawling apocalyptic details, the where and when
the coming of the beast, the timing of the horses
the trumpets and seals, the approaching demonic forces
transcribing the end-times, in necrofucking end-rhymes
the paragon belial, freestylin the end-signs
dream king of the tomb world, satan’s black poet
spitting lyrical rituals in case you did not know it

baphomet in steel for the flesh of cain
a fucking black throne made from disciples’ remains
contract with the abyss, my unholy pledge
don’t push me coz I’m close to the edge
baphomet in steel for the flesh of cain
a fucking black throne made from disciples’ remains
contract with the abyss, my unholy pledge
don’t push me coz I’m close to the edge