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GHOST - "The First Ritual" (‘09 MySpace Demos)

© Rise Above Records Original demo tape recorded in Linkoping at the end of 2009, for the first time reissued on a professional CD with different artwork. Limited to 500 copies ►Tracklist: 1.Prime Mover 00:00 2.Death Knell 03:56 3.Ritual 08:37 Lyrics: "Prime Mover" Clad in cloak A secretive nun Bearing the old ones' bastard son Varicose phallus Obsessed and poised her Cast a veil of dusk upon the cloister Prime mover Maternal slave With child of her grave Mother Filth in her womb Father Waiting in tomb Sathanas AntiChrist Spiritus Non Sancti Selected heir Machinery insect The bloodline of the dark architect Toxic blood Of not known birth AntiChrist will walk the earth Prime mover Maternal slave Prime mover Maternal slave. "Death Knell" Say, can you see the cross? Inverted solemnly A symbol for the goat Of a thousand young Six, six, six Evoke the king of hell Strike the death knell Death knell Say, can you hear the chimes? Tolls now for the end Bells call out our doom As victor reaches womb Sex, sex, sex Receive the beast of evil Of evil... Can you say his name? Carrier of the light Legions of his seed A child you a spouse will feed S-A-T-A-N Under spell of death knell Death knell. "Ritual" Tonight we're summoned for a divine cause Remembrance - No But for their future loss This chapel of ritual Smells of dead human sacrifices From the altar... Beduins and nomads Carried through the times Through pestilences and famines These ancient scrolls of rhymes "Our fallen angel vexed Was banished from the sky Recite now from the text Pray for ALL to die" This chapel of ritual Smells of dead human sacrifices From the altar bed On this night of ritual Invoking our master To procreate the unholy bastard "Our father Who art in hell Unhallowed be thy name Cursed be the sons and daughters Of thine Nemesis Whom are to blame Thy kingdom come nemA [Amen]" Tonight we summoned for His unholy fiend Now celebrate The End This chapel of ritual Smells of dead human sacrifices From the altar bed On this night of ritual Invoking our master To procreate the unholy bastard. With child of her grave