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album  : Worship Him
groupe : Samael
sortie   : 1990

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01- Sleep Of Death
02- Worship Him
03- Knowledge Of The Ancient Kingdom
04- Morbid Metal
05- Rite Of Cthulhu
06- The Black Face
07- Into The Pentagram
08- Messenger Of The Light
09- Last Benediction
10- The Dark

Sleep Of Death

Man!
Inexorably you come to me
Each instant you're closer to me
I am death
Do you know where I'll lead you ?
Are you sure
That your life will go on endlessly...
Endlessly ?

Into misfortune
Into eternal pain

Man!
You're condemned to die
You're condemned to join me
And this certainty haunts you from your birth on
Me, your death, I tell you
Man, you cannot withstand
Man, you're trapped
Man, you must choose
You've chosen
I'll lead you
Close to the lord of the dark powers

No rest

No end
No shelter

No escape
No respite
No sleep

No dreams... eternally...

Worship Him


He is life, He is death
He is virtue, He is vire

He is the flame of reason
He is the verbe of our thoughts

He is the justice of our trials
He is the gallows of the infidels

He is the fire of vengeance
He is the blade of revenge

He is the executioner's axe
He is the hangman's rope

He is the fall of the kingdom of ignorance
He is the end of the reign of intolerance

Knowledge Of The Ancient Kingdom

The golden age of the sorcery has passed
The necromancers' cloud of darkness
Hangs over the ancient kingdom
Only some cursed book can allow you
To find your lost powers again
And to join with the powerful force of death
So install you inside the magic circle and implore

Belf, son of Belf,
Who's got brass feet, iron heel
Belf, son of Belf,
Give me the power to kill at distance

Accept all orders orders of your superiors
Obey them fool
Raise all their vows and then realize yours
Then you will be invulnerable
Ignorant souls
Realize your morbid wishes

Belf, son of Belf,
Who's got brass feet, iron heel
Belf, son of Belf,

Give me the power to kill at distance

Your brain's on fire
Fulfill a crime you must
Hecat watches over the accomplishment of the crime
Trust him 'cause no law
Can transgress ten thousand years
Of knowledge kept by the sorcerers

Belf, son of Belf,
Who's got brass feet, iron heel
Belf, son of Belf,
Give me the power to kill at distance

Morbid Metal

Born from the depth of my brain
Born in the night of the times
Born by the nothingness

Born by bloody massacres
Born by massive executions
Born by millions of deaths

Ancestral prediction
Medieval prophecy
Secular institution

In eternal blasphemy
Morbid metal

Born by malefic oaths
Born by secret conspirations
Born by infame rituals

Morbid metal

Rite Of Cthulhu

[ Instrumental ]

The Black Face

The day the sun will lose its brightness
The day the earth has spat out all its innards
The day the rivers and streams have inundated our cities
The day the life itself will be the worst of all punishments

The earth will shake
The earth will burn
The skies will rumble
The moon will turn

We'll discover his secret side
We'll worship the black face
Egoistic people will pray to their bored gods
Ecstatic crowds will break into the hymns of the black moon

Everyone will be judged

Everybody will be punished
Only the children of the rebellious angel will be saved
While the worshippers of the stinking pig
Victims of ignorance and naivity
Will remain prisoners of the carnal form
And forever rot in that cursed pit
That has become of earth

Into The Pentagram

Prisoner of my dreams
Slave to my illusions
Paralysed by the anguish of a new day
Tormented by the desire of glory
The thirst for power

I'm refuging into the pentagram
Where I fear nobody
I dominate my enemies
I lead my friends
All belongs to me, body and soul

Prisoner of my dreams
Slave to my illusions
Paralysed by the anguish of a new day
Tormented by the desire of glory
The thirst for power

I'm retreating into the pentagram
Where I become possessor of your lives
Dictator of your thoughts
Master of your acts
The pentagram is my invincible weapon...

Messenger Of The Light

I am the envoy of the son of the dawn
A slave to the star of the morning
I am here to prepare the coming of our lord
To overthrow the thesis of Metatron
To contradict the resurrection of pig
See the ones that will rise - will die
And I'll torment their souls
Beyond the Styx and Acheron
Beyond the kingdom of Hades
I am the envoy of the son of the dawn
A slave to the star of the morning
See in me our ideal
See in me our new god

Last Benediction

[ Instrumental ]

The Dark

[ Instrumental ]