歌手:Opera IX
专辑:《Sacro Culto》

Gorgot Assai
Belem.May the
Great Portal open to me,my voice thunder in thy nameand for the power of the
Lords of the
Great Frost.
The whirling air of the
North guide my spiritin the quest for glorious past.
And it was in the mist of timethat the death fires floodlighted darknessthe wind brought the smell of blood,the air of extermination and the exterminators outcry.
The blades of sacrifice deepened in the fleshand the nerves and the black seers raisedhearts still pulsating to unnamable
Godsfor their obscure prophecies.
Prepare now your soul for the embrace of the sacred death,may water suffocate your breath and flame consume your flesh,all this so that
Teutates,
Esus and Taranis protect my people.
Heavy and slow were the treads of the black warriorsin the
Aeron's march, dust rising like whirlswhile the horrible
Crow turned
His eyes to the battle remains.
Morighon was reigning among the stones of the timeless,where the stars engraved their symbolsand under the brightness of the moonthe initiates were enlighted on the
Great Secrets.
I want to reopen my eyes to look beyond the horizon of fear,
My God is in me,in the strenght of my arm,in the light of my sword.
Crom.I raise my arms to
Andraste,so that only massacre be in my eyes.
Crom.To the threshold of the abyss
I kneel,so that the
Three Furies invade my soul.
Crom.With wine
I honour the
Gods,so that inebriation draws me near them.
Crom.My face
I paint of moonlike all the sons of the dying sun lands,
I belong to
Her.Crom is in me.
Remote are now those archaic deeds in the mist of time,and the
Cimmeries testimonials sleepin the obscure silence of the tumuluslike ancient relics, mighty sigils to fragile ashes.
But the choirs will thunder again
Gorgot Necrod
Belem.May the
Great Portal close to you.