Songs of the ANCIENT RITES

Exile (Les litanies De Satan) – Ancient Rites

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Oh Thou, the most savage of angels God only judges mild Those who chant songs to his praise Oh Prince of exile… To whom in every tale done wrong

Victory Or Valhalla (Last Man Standing) – Ancient Rites

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Last man standing Victory! Last man standing! Valhalla!! Last man standing! Shattered and mortally wounded On the battlefield they lay Farewell my fellow companions Thy souls have gone away

(Ode To Ancient) Europa – Ancient Rites

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I still hear the ancient warcry (Roma to Brittania) I still hear the ancient battlecry The great old European heroes, the proud old European names Like snow now melted

Gцtterdдmmerung (Twilight of the Gods) – Ancient Rites

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Gott ist der Mensch (god is man) Sein ist die Hand die schaft (his is the hand that makes) Sein ist die Hand die verletzt (his is the hand

Galilean – Ancient Rites

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A cave for a grave, midst convicts on Golgotha’s Hill The coming of a messenger, promises of a holy land Dating back to Pagan days, another son heaven send

Brabantia – Ancient Rites

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None seeked shelter, none did hide Their faces directed towards foe Causing wounds with every blow Neither then or before Was heard of such a man The duke of

Cheruscan – Ancient Rites

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Silent the woods as in deep slumber Here in Germania, slain by Cheruscan hand The glory of Rome has come to an end Gaul on its knees, under Jupiters

North Sea – Ancient Rites

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The North Sea wide and cold A ship heavily loaded With the world’s most precious gold The enemy ship was floating To steal our precious gold Floating on the

Season’s Change – Ancient Rites

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To walk the misty paths The forest seems like a shelter On this cold winter night A huge fire is reflecting shadows Of youth and old age As the

Fatherland – Ancient Rites

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trying to gain more land And a merciless west wind steals my breath When the fierce waves are pounding on the beaches Plain as an endless desert Or uttermost