I was born in the sign of Racea From lakes of fire I rose Born in flames to unleash Armageddon The powers of Hades are in my command In this grisly night
and we're ancient and we like to roam the land... we're justified and we're ancient I hope you'll understand Pulling Out Of Ricardo and the Dusk Is Falling
law Brave enough to challenge your enemy? Never underestimate the power of evil Those creatures are born to kill Trust your blades and black blood will spill Path of ancient
Evil curse is carried forth zombies rage Burning holy images in life they were Forced to hail Eternal flames have purified their souls Born again in
on... Come on... Orgies filled with joyous laughter Alters of the flesh Equinox eternal glory El descends in death Satan's empire A new born flaming
shaded in blackness, even blacker than every age before, by astral wings of the great ancient beast. See the stars drown in fire... Astral creature, the being of flames
darkened sky Born again in twilight myth with wings siled in blood again his wrath shall rule the genesis of death And fight for revengerising up from the flames
curse for the soul we are taking over a curse for the nation a curse for the world broken beaten bastards curse at the top of your fucking lungs we the ancient
the fire, it's burning in your dreams Set the black flame free from your delusions Like a falcon flying in the storm We're the children of the ancient
Hail to thee, O Earth and Sea From the depths of the flames, I hear them calling thy names The names of the ancient daimons, the name of the one I'm the
Thy souls in flames of anger, and cruelty cradle thee In times of war and dragons lore, unleashing unto me Deepest red born winter, for none so dark
of H.P.Lovecraft's mythos. "Blood Of Kingu" And was not Man created from the blood of Kingu, commander of the hordes of the Ancient Ones? Does not Man
Dying in terrible decay Freezing winds freezing it all What fire hasn't burnt Blackened blood flooding the graves Messiah will never return! Unholy words of ancient
life An Aryan From The Light I shalt not run From any fight Death to Children Of The Night The Sons Of Aryan Forgotten through the years Born of The Ancient
Ancient Ways Rune Spells be cast Dark secret of Holy Mass Oh can't you tell The Magik is inside The Well The Triad's flames Doth cover all the planes
to have been borne upon the immortal brow of the legendary Shadow-King him self! And it was written in legend, that should the ancient spells of
