Incantation of the Firegod
Pazuzu Lyrics
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The light cries out in pain.
Eternal flame is now extinguished.
Satan rules again.
The joy in the hands of eternal winter.
Like water drowning in snow.
12 disciples gather slowly around the throne of stone whence he came,
master of
I mutter a prayer of hate.
Destroy the creation of god.
Feast upon the blood of mortals.
Turn their blood to wine their soul without a shelter.
Their bones to build a realm
The lyrics to Pazuzu's Incantation of the Firegod describe a time of chaos where darkness prevails and Satan reigns. The light is extinguished and the joy is lost in the hands of eternal winter, as if water is drowning in snow. The 12 disciples gather around the throne of stone, where Satan, the master of the unseen, came from. The singer mutters a prayer of hate, calling for the destruction of God's creation. The song depicts the evil desires and thirst for power of those who worship Satan, as they feast upon the blood of mortals and turn their blood to wine, leaving their souls without a shelter. They use the bones of their victims to build their own kingdom, lacking empathy and compassion for others.
The lyrics of Incantation of the Firegod reflect the extreme and disturbing beliefs of Pazuzu, a black metal band from Germany. The song was released in 1995 on their album, "Awaken the Dragon." The band's name is derived from the Assyrian and Babylonian demon Pazuzu, who was believed to bring famine and disease. The band's music and lyrics are heavily influenced by Satanism and the occult. The song is characterized by its fast and aggressive tempo, with brutal vocals and shredding guitar riffs. The band utilizes intense imagery and dark themes to create a visceral and unsettling listening experience.
Line by Line Meaning
A time of chaos now approaches us.
We are nearing a period of great disorder and tumult.
The light cries out in pain.
The forces of good are suffering and in agony.
Eternal flame is now extinguished.
The everlasting source of light and warmth has been snuffed out.
Satan rules again.
The devil and his followers are in control once more.
The joy in the hands of eternal winter.
Happiness and contentment are as elusive as warmth in the icy grasp of permanent winter.
Like water drowning in snow.
To be overwhelmed and helpless, much like struggling in a blizzard without a sense of direction.
12 disciples gather slowly around the throne of stone whence he came, master of the unseen.
A select group of twelve loyalists assemble around the stone seat from where their leader who has unchallenged influence over the occult arts emerged.
I mutter a prayer of hate.
I offer a silently recited invocation of abhorrence.
Destroy the creation of god.
Annihilate all that has been brought into existence by the divine being.
Feast upon the blood of mortals.
Indulge in drinking the life essence of human beings.
Turn their blood to wine their soul without a shelter.
Convert their lifeblood into an alcoholic beverage and uproot their essence without any safe harbor.
Their bones to build a realm.
Use the remains of their physical forms to construct a new dominion.
Contributed by Evan V. Suggest a correction in the comments below.