Akerbeltz - The Knife lyrics

rate me

For the weapon conceived

By evil, for it's blade made

Of silver, the one that was

Stealed by the witches and

Was made to be a holy image,

For the sharp weapon of the

Devil, for it's hilt made of

Bone unburied from a holy

Grave from a slave of the

Right path, that once was

It's right arm! For the blood

Thirsty knife of fear, for

The blood that's been poured

By the sharp edge of terror,

And for the bloodbath never

To stop. Ready for the KILL!

The moon templates with

Her icy shine the edge of this

Weapon consagrated to the

Gods of death and impurity

Tempting to it's use, for

Feasting on hot blood. A hand

Is used by the knife to move

Deep inside with a morbid

Rush, to feel the flow of

Blood, innards exposed to

The freezing moon, with her

Light, the blood shines black,

And a light steam emanates

From the still beating heart.

SOLO: Ritual Mutilations

The knife is pleased to feel

The taste of blood, integrated

As one with the hand... The

Knife comes from within! Under

The sign of hate and under

The moonshine the blade

Shall rise from within!

Ritualistic death, or death

For revenge, death for

Pleasure, death for despite

Death for fear, death by the

Knife, always by the knife...

Ritual mutilation, death for

Pleasing the gods of death in

Demand for their attention,

Always by the knife!