‘Monarch Of Bloodshed And Eternal Victory (Solar Invictus)’ Lyrics

Awaken, this sanguinary imperative
Blood boils over confining walls
For the Olympian diathesis, that which stands above all
Ordain the age of their suffering
Decimate their enfeebled kingdom
In vengeance rent upon the entrails
Torn of the obsolescent human faeces

Deities of vengeance, bestow upon me your favour
That I might smite mine enemies whilst they sleep
Preserve the mighty, oh bringer of retribution
Crush those prostrate at my feet
May we the spiteful and our kingdom,
In purifying vengeance reign
I shall be as the incendiary,
And consume in fire their remains

And now a internecine lineage
Is born unto this world
With hatred and contempt,
For this enfeebled world
With knotted club as sceptre,
And divine lightning at its grasp,
Resolute and statuesque
In immortal phallic might

Stout in virtue and defiance
Stands the stratum that bears it soul,
Spartan crushers of the yoke
Embody the dialectic that shall conquer all
One man shall fell one thousand
Under its mantle and its legacy
“Bring my enemies before me,
Vanquished shall they be”

All the old races lie dead and buried
Amid the Faustian ruins
Of the effeminate
All the old doctrines lie hollow and empty
In the twilight of the imperium
Of the decadent
Arise ascetic amidst the decay
As he who is still unfettered
Ordain the consummation in solar fire
Of the downtrodden infidel

All the old hierarchies lie ineffectual and useless
In the hedonistic weakness
Of the effeminate
All the old maxims lie lost and lowly
In the intoxicating senility
Of the decadent
Arise in conquest amidst the decline
As he who is the destroyer
Ordain the cull of the worthless dross
Sadistic victor

Consanguine Catharsis of the feted, base and inane
Astride the throne in primacy when Rome shall fall again
To be throned when empires sink in storms of steel and flame
To be throned when weakling breeds are hunted down like game
To be throned in the eminence of sanguinary disarray
To reclaim the sceptre in hatred, in spite, in conquest

‘Conqueror Throned’ Lyrics

Raise the standard of bloodshed
Ascend the throne in war,
Cast out infidels as victor
Thresh the wheat from straw
Exterminate their meekness
Put weakness to the sword
Purify them in the flames
Of one hundred years of war
I am uniting force
I am elitist spawn,
Of the never-ending holy war
To which all great men are sworn
The few who shall rend the earth as lightning
And eclipse the heavens in our might
Grasp firm diadems,
By Totalitarian right

Wield the blood stained sword of vengeance,
Drench opposition in bloodshed
Their broken bodies shall form the path,
On which we conqueror on ahead
Crush the underman
Utterly consume him with hate
Main, Burn, Rend, Kill,
Slay, impale, Decimate
For when the world
Is again forged of brute force
There shall be no pity
There shall be no remorse

I am the victor,
The conquering one
I am the redeemer
The lightning and the sun
The one man to reign,
Of iron fist and will
The will to engender
The implements of our survival
The amoral urge,
And barbaric call,
The iconoclastic spirit,
The almighty master of all,
The thunder of redemption,
The Lion in the path,
The flames of Armageddon,
And the conquerors lance

‘Triumph Upon Equinox’ Lyrics

Upon the altar of war
Our eternal covenant sealed in blood
To offer unto
Upon the commemoration of harvest
To be combined with antichrist,
Upon the throne of might
All creator, all destroyer
In the coming dawn unite
The bearer of an Iron fist beheld as divine
Coup de stellar echoes, his ethos is mine

What shall be of your enfeebled man
When the time has come to bear the sword
In the eternity of this moment
We shall have the world
In the sigil of the conquering ones

Hold high the goal
And heighten the will
The arms of the feeble
Shall bear us still
Through tears and suffering
To the dawn and the triumph of the will
In this battle I hold
And raise high the impious sigil

Now blood of triumph
Anointing supremacy
The conceiver and the souls redeemer
Upon equinox I am these

‘Bloodforged Abdication’ Lyrics

The insurrection shall now begin against the masses
The rabble to be graced with my spit
The stones that I shall tread upon to reach my destiny
No longer shall I welter in sorrow
No longer shall weakness be sustained
Raise high the blood drenched banners of war
Raise high the diadems of the conquerors of this world

Onwards march towards victory
No longer shall destiny elude
No pity, No mercy
The weak trampled under cloven hoof
I am the weapon of Bloodshed
I am the instrument of victory
And I shall not bow my head
And I shall not be Conquered

For that of which I speak is already heard
And with the insurrection we shall bring a new age
When the mightiest of beasts, the man-god
Shall rightfully rule his world again
The human weakness shall be crushed
And warrior virtues upheld again
For it is deeds that shall smash empty words
And it is wars that shall create new worlds