Performer SABBAT

Dreamscape – Sabbat

Stemming from my childhood dreams Haunted by surreal fears Culled from my yesteryears. With your last breath You’ll endure death Never to awake From the dreamscape. In a world

For Those Who Died – Sabbat

with their malicious lies, their unforgotten violence, remember those who died. And as my flesh is put to fire, I hear their voices still, their unjust accusations, demanding I

Advent Of Insanity – Sabbat

It’s song echoes through your mind, Leaves you thinking of tomorrow And the life you left behind. Come turn your head to face the Wind that fills enchanted sails,

A Cautionary Tale – Sabbat

take good care to draw thy circle true, by God must you prevail – for if you fail these demons make a meal of you. Your soul shall be

The Demise Of History – Sabbat

The spawning of a new God begins The cities been lost to the war. Enemy existence is all abound Death laughs, his begotten playground The village of the damned

The Clerical Conspiracy – Sabbat

My treasures are words Forged by time in a tale of Such beauty they cry to be heard. Still a young fool was I as My story begins, Yet

Behind The Crooked Cross – Sabbat

madman or magician? A mystery to me, he who scorns the teachings of Blavatsky count the cost, there’s more than superstition hides behind the crooked cross. Our destiny in

Theological Void – Sabbat

No answers to our past Indication of certain forms But only doubts are cast. Experiment. Could it be An interbreeding race? Unshown to us The Gods who own our

I For An Eye – Sabbat

This tale I tell that all may see, behind God’s truth lurks treachery. VOICE OF GOD ‘Mine is the right to glory and light, and you shall have heartache

How Have The Mighty Fallen? – Sabbat

Hidden from the eyes of man, Courtesans with sylph-like graces Dancing to the pipes of Pan – That echoed through the ether Notes that soured the wings of halcyon,

Hosanna In Excelsis – Sabbat

kings of Hades, in our quest for power unite, black messiahs, devastation angels, gird our loins – prepare to fight: With weapons drawn in anger, at last we stand

The Church Bizzare – Sabbat

this comedy we call the Church Bizzare, once you enetr you are bound to find salvation by the pound, assured the more you pay the nearer God you are.

Horned Is The Hunter – Sabbat

a vanquished Lord upon an oaken throne, presiding o’er this conflict that chills him to the bone, for each tarnished blade that festers is a thorn thrust in his

The Voice Of Time – Sabbat

Grieving with my heart, I cry Torn between the love I find Waiting on the other side Memories begin to fade Haunting me endlessly Soorow felt by those who

The Best Of Enemies (Wulf’s Tale) – Sabbat

Fed on ignorance and lies, So blind and narrow-minded That you cannot compromise. Even the most foolish theif Should know what he is taking – Lest he find himself