The Book Of The Heretic
Countess Lyrics

A Warlord's Swansong High in a tower, far away from daily life And old…
Creation Ere dawn of man His power great Wrought armour strong and…
De Gift Der Goden In tijden reeds lang vervlogen Aanbaden wij onze ware goden…
Forgotten My grave feels cold But the flame of hate Still burns insi…
Give Me Your Soul Welcome to my lair, darling I hope you do enjoy the…
In Hate of Christ I burn his image and mock his words I tread on…
On The Wings Of Azazel Those who follow the 'celestial light' Enslave their souls …
The Heretic's Torch At last existence to be seen As it has always been Life…