/ B /Bathory / Jubileum Volume III(1998)

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  1. 33 Something
  2. Satan My Master
  3. The Lake
  4. Crosstitution
  5. In Nomine Satanas
  6. Immaculate Pinetreeroad #930
  7. War Machine
  8. The Stallion
  9. Resolution Greed
 10. Witchcraft
 11. Valhalla Backing Vocals Multitrack Sample
 12. Sociopath
 13. Pax Vobiscum
 14. Genocide
 15. Gods Of Thunder Of Wind And Of Rain


33 Something

Chained to the log. Handcuffed and drugged.
Still pain is all you feel.
A piece of meat that hardly breathes.
Still much a human being.
Forcing his way into your ass.
John Wayne Gacy is near.
Flesh will rip and bloody will flow.
This death comes in your rear.

One of 33 Something.
All who were raped and bled.
The last thing you will ever hear
before your fucking dead is...

Drink my cum. Take my rum.
Blooded hole. Twisted soul.
Eat my shit. Suck my dick.
Writhe in pain and die insane.

With every breath inhale the stench
of lubrication shit and sweat.
The smell of love the smell of human
blood and excrement.
Once you've played with Mr. Gacy,
there's no way out. No release.
In the attic is all hell, then in the
basement you'll find peace.

One of 33 something.
All who were raped and bled.
The last thing you will ever hear
before your fucking dead is...

Drink my cum. Take my rum.
Blooded hole. Twisted soul.
Eat my shit. Suck my dick.
Writhe in pain and die insane.

Drink my cum. Take my rum.
Blooded hole. Twisted soul.
Eat my shit. Suck my dick.
Writhe in pain and die insane.


Satan My Master

Satan My Master
I slit my wrists to drain me of my blood
Satan My Master
Up side down I turn the cross of God

Satan My Master
Recieve this sacrifice this blood of mine
Satan My Master
I cut into my rotten flesh your signs

Satan My Master
Remember me when judgement day is near
Satan My Master
Take my hand when Armageddon is here


The Lake

The one eyed old man told me that the face that I will see
Has paralysed a thousand brave men sure of victory
I cannot fight blindfoded and I'd freeze if I should see
So I need too sacrifice my eyes to see all from within
The one eyed old man told me of a lake tha no one knows of
Where the end of the sky unites with the bottom
countless fee down deep
And he told me when this world was young
into its depth his eye he had thrown
So what, though one eyed, he could see more than can be seen

I'll hrow my eyes into the lake
So that I will see from within
I'll thow my eyes into the lake
And when blind I will still see

At the bottom of the lake
My tho eyes will shine like the stars
At the bottom of the lake
I will see no matter how near or far
Regardless at which speed my horse
Take me though the night
No matter how sharp the blade
Of my sword seems to be
Even within the aid of two pair
Of eyes way up high
In the end before the Beast its face
I would have had to see

But with my two eyes in the depth
My vision is supreme
I see all things that can't be seen
But not my hand held out in front of me
The face that makes men freeze
I now need not see at all
I'll feel the presence of the Beast
But will not need sare him down no more

I've thrown my eyes intoo the lake
So that I will see from within
I'll thow my eyes into the lake
And when blind I will still see
At the bottom of the lake
My tho eyes will shine like the stars
At the bottom of the lake
I now see no matter how near or far


Crosstitution

The crucifix in flames
The house of God burned down to the ground
A symbolic action of defiance
Brought palace of lies down

Refusal to acknowledge the authority
Of faith of liars
Has cleansed this world somewhat
By purifying lovely fire

Crosstitution
Crosstitution
Crosstitution

Holy writtings, hokus pokus
Magic incense, blood and tears
Impeccable the ways of Heaven
To inflict terror and fear

All are born of woman
And the female is of sin
So we are all drenched soaky wet in sin
When our life begins

And for the rest of our days
To reach his kingdom full of bliss
We seek forgiveness
For something we didn't do
To someone who does not and never has
And never will exist

Crosstitution
Crosstitution
Crosstitution

Cross of lies, no one up high
Gayhood of priests and spartan fiests
Pathetic faith, your wine and bread
All will be well once we're all dead

He might have died for
Somebody's sins but sure not mine
If all you want is to him follow
And die too then I say fine

But don't you baptise one more
Generation in some fuckin' shame
Supported by that damned religion
Of yours I now watch in flames

Crosstitution
Crosstitution
Crosstitution

I will always defy your damn faith
As I've lived I'll die free
You'll never have me crosstitute myself
Or on my fuckin' knees


In Nomine Satanas

Ink the pen with blood
Now sign your destiny to me

Now in my hands your fate is given
My claim thee to join me
In death when the life you're living
Near the end is coming and to
Enter my realms come and grab my hand

Sign my claim with the blood of your veins
And my obligation will for as long
Thee live be to forfill thy obsecrations
A life full of success and riches
Now your wish is my command but
As soon as life is coming to its end
See me wave you on to grab my hand

I ink the pen with blood
Now I sign my destiny to thee

Now in my hands my fate
On to thee my soul is given
My soul will join thee
In death when the life I am living
Near the end is coming and to
Enter your realms to reach for thy hand

Signed is your claim with blood of mine
And thy obligation
The life of mine glows be to forfill my obsecration
A life full of success and riches
Now my wish is your command
And as soon as life is coming to its end
See me reach out to grab thy hand

Into my realms...
Now I see the light The light

Now in my kingdom comed the claim
Of bond of blood commend thee
Master I thee call heed here
I am now take my soul
Now the dawn of the age of flames begins
Enter the jaws of my hellhole

Sacred flames embrace me
And consume my lustful soul
Take the step into infinity
And recieve eternal bliss
Now I burn a child of sin
Among souls burning in this hole
Slaves all to the bond of blood


Immaculate Pinetreeroad #930

Sixteen years of age. The suburb sets the scene.
Sixteen years of rage withheld and concealed.
Doors locked. Curtains drawn. Rehearsals begins.
Preparations made. The axe gets a final trim.
Shadowed figures came at night. The hands would
clutch and strike his thighs. The kid would not even
be weeping. This kid pretending he's sleeping.

Immaculate Pinetreeroad #930

Kept within his young strained mind all this damn time.
Not a hint at what grew steadily inside.
The hate during prayer at supper and the surpressed
at school. The need to be able to strike back grew.
Memories of fingers penetrating. Years of terror
generating emotions functioning as fuel
when this kid walks down his parents room.

Parts of bodies found. The blood splattered all around
The result of the hate unleashed. Just one shot was heard.
This suburb neighbourhood disturbed. This pained mind
has found peace. In the backyard. Shotgun at his side.
Difficult to identify. Sixteen years of age and dead.
Sixteen years of rage to an end.

Immaculate Pinetreeroad #930


War Machine

Burning limbs and deformed steel
The shells cuts through the sky
The corpses fills the the endless fields
It's shoot to kill or die

The gas pours in like yellow mist
You die in kneedeep mud
You sink into that fuckin' smudge
Stichy from all the fuckin' blood

Medals, salutes, uniforms and eyes-left
Promotion, honour, glory then death

War Machine
War Machine

Tons of steel is pumped across
The burnin' no-mans land
You dig your face deep into the shit
And wait for the command

For medal, your King and country
Will crave the loss of limbs or eyes
For honour you'll need to give
General Death your fuckin' life

Ladders by the hundreds
Firmly placed among the dead
Leading to the hell
That rages on above your head

By the thousands you will run
Into that fire zone
Your God and King is with you
But you'll fuckin' die alone

Medals, salutes, uniforms and eyes-left
Promotion, honour, glory then death

War Machine
War Machine


The Stallion

Tendons and muscles of steel
And the blaze of lightning in its eyes
Whie as the snow on the hills
And its reins, that I hold, they are mine

The sallion and sword in exchange
For my heartt and both of my eyes
The ravens ao swift wings my sight
Surely now victory must be mine

Eight legged stallion of mine
Run with the speed of the winds
Eight legged stallion I stride
Run as if you carried wings

I paint thee with blood from my veins
Images of origin long lost
I adorn your white mane and tail
With the stars that fell from the sky


Resolution Greed

Independence, terrorism
A hail of pebbles and stones
Poverty and racism
The wheel of conflict rolls on

Dictatorship, fanaticism
The battle lines drawn in mind and soil
A drop of fucking human blood
For every gallon of oil

Hightech death and Disneyland
Censorship and Jesus Christ
Dual moraled Uncle Sam
World police and fucking apple pie

The crescent and the endless
Ever changing dunes
The sun and precious black gold
A different culture language
Creed and tune
A different God I have been told

Pushed into corners hunted down
Observed, surveyed and chained
Religious fundamentalism
Prosper as preassure is sustained

Hightech death and Disneyland
Censorship and Jesus Christ
Dual moraled Uncle Sam
World police and fucking apple pie

Resolution Greed


Witchcraft

I drink the blood
From cup of death
I sip the milk from tied up
Angels holy breasts
I fuck the whore and eat her flesh
And when the daylight comes
I sleep in Satan's nest

Pestilence Black Death
Circles drawn in blood
Read the holy writtings backwards
Burn the house of God

Sacrifice of human flesh
Anal kiss of Hell
Mother of Satanic child
Cast your withces spells

Witchcraft

I run the night with white wolfs pack
I ride the wind of Mayhem
Down to Hell and back
I masturbate on Golden throne
And quench my thirst
From sacred virgins fragile throats

Pestilence Black Death
Circles drawn in blood
Read the holy writtings backwards
Burn the house of God

Sacrifice of human flesh
Anal kiss of Hell
Mother of Satanic child
Cast your withces spells

Witchcraft

Pestilence Black Death
Circles drawn in blood
Read the holy writtings backwards
Burn the house of God

Sacrifice of human flesh
Anal kiss of Hell
Mother of Satanic child
Cast your withces spells

Witchcraft


Valhalla Backing Vocals Multitrack Sample

Valhalla
Shields of gold
Valhalla
Great Warroirs hall

Valhalla
Valhalla


Sociopath

Kill. Kill them all. Pigs written in blood on the walls.
Your not entitle to accuse and judge one single man
if you allow all shit that's happening in this damned
rotten land. The pressure your damned system,
religion and school puts on our minds creates an all
collective pain that no damn walls can keep inside.

Do you really think that all evil and madness rests in me.
Do you think you're safe locking me up
and then throwing away the key.

Can't you see I'm out, man. Can't you see I'm free.
Can't you see I'm out, man. Can't you see I'm just
a product of a broken nation's shattered dream.

Death. Death to all. Pigs screaming, The blood runs
down the walls. You'll never be successful trying to
keep the madness behind these walls because the pain
comes from inside and creates chaos within all.
You can put me in the chair and watch me fucking fry.
But I am aware my death's a nation's alibi.

Do you really think that all evil and madness rests in me.
Do you think you're safe locking me up
and then throwing away the key.

Can't you see I'm out, man. Can't you see I'm free.
Can't you see I'm out, man. Can't you see I'm just
a product of a broken nation's shattered dream.

Canґt you see Iґm out man. Canґt you see Iґm free.

Kill. Kill them all. Pigs written in blood on the walls.
Your not entitle to accuse and judge one single man
if you allow all shit that's happening in this damned
rotten land. The pressure your damned system,
religion and school puts on our minds creates an all
collective pain that no damn walls can keep inside.

Do you really think that all evil and madness rests in me.
Do you think you're safe locking me up
and then throwing away the key.

Can't you see I'm out, man. Can't you see I'm free.
Can't you see I'm out, man. Can't you see I'm just
a product of a broken nation's shattered dream.


Pax Vobiscum

Holy Jesus, fuckin' Christ
Forgive my fuckin' head
It's full of doubts and questions
Did you really raise the dead?

Are you really so pathetic
That you can't be critisised?
Is it so hard to accept
That I may wonder why?

Out of nothing, born by no one
Wonders you create
Almighty fuckin' God
You super bluff, you mega-fake

They say you've said for you only
We all shall live and die
Tell me who needs Stalin
With a fascist in the sky?

Conquering the western hemisphere
With threats and lies
Spreading its holy terror
As another culture dies

It baptised and it burned and tortured
Its way through my land
And wielded above all
The crucifix by God's command

Pax Vobiscum
Pax Vobiscum
Pax Vobiscum
Pax Vobiscum

Imposing on the tribes of Europe
One faith built on lies and dreams
One religion so false
Always loose at every seam

Through wars and emigration
Soon a world faith took its form
As world saviour and almighty
The cross all world adorned

Computerised confessions
TV-preachers and very soon
The Christian man stood firm
And in '69 prayed on the moon


Genocide

Mechanised death, poisoned last breath
In dust realised kill, what a thrill
All hell ablaze the furnace gates
Stands open wide for genocide

Genocide - physicians in league with death
Genocide - die this day or do with less
Genocide - holloweyed and grey charade
Genocide - death head strut and masquerade

Vomiting blood, where are you, God?
Can't you fuckin' smell
The damned stench, excrement
Mountians of corpse, can't you see, Lord?
It makes your Gomorra look small, very small

Flames to the sky, white Christ is blind
The burning smoke, the piles of bones
One final cry, last pleading words
Through the chimney high
The prayer is unheard

Genocide - physicians in league with death
Genocide - die this day or do with less
Genocide - holloweyed and grey charade
Genocide - death head strut and masquerade

Genocide - physicians in league with death
Genocide - die this day or do with less
Genocide - holloweyed and grey charade
Genocide - death head strut and masquerade


Gods Of Thunder Of Wind And Of Rain

Creator of life. Guardian of he dead
Goddess of battle and war
All of yee watch me. My sword by my side
Proudly I sit on my horse

And I wait for the sign in the sky to appear
Telling me that the moment has come
For me to ride beyond the edge of this world
Into the realms where the shadows are strong

Gods of thunder of wind and of rain
Valkyries my soul is yours should I fail
Let me beheaded and battered corps lay
And take me where you bring all nordsmen slain

Gods of thunder of wind and of rain
Hugin and Munin my eyes in the sky
Heart of mine thrown in the pit of the snake
I will not need no heart where I go should die

Realms of the shadows bring me no fear
I may stand or be beaten and torn
The mountains will stand. But the life of a man
Was decided long before he was born

Leaving the olains where my ancestors hunted
For meat and for hides against the cold
Here the fire was tamed. Here ous swords were made
And here the elders amazing tales told

I ride into the land few have seen or returned from
To tell of its bleakness and dark
I see nothing but mis and the mountains so tall
I can't tell them and the sky

Gods of thunder of wind and of rain
Valkyries my soul is yours should I fail
Let me beheaded and battered corps lay
And take me where you bring all nordsmen slain

Gods of thunder of wind and of rain
Hugin and Munin my eyes in the sky
Heart of mine thrown in the pit of the snake
I will not need no heart where I go should die

Realms of the shadows bring me no fear
I may stand or be beaten and torn
The mountains will stand. But the life of a man
Was decided long before he was born

Gods of thunder of wind and of rain
Valkyries my soul is yours should I fail
Let me beheaded and battered corps lay
And take me where you bring all nordsmen slain

Gods of thunder of wind and of rain
Hugin and Munin my eyes in the sky
Heart of mine thrown in the pit of the snake
I will not need no heart where I go should die



Produced by Quorthon & Boss
Recorded at the Heavenshore Studio,
Montezuma Studios and Hellhole Studios