The Crucified Ones
Vader Lyrics

Mortal crosses standing in the row,
Rows of crosses are filled with mortal bodies, reaching up towards the burning sky.

Seem to reach up to the burning sky,
The crosses, though lifeless and unmoving, still appear to be reaching towards the fiery horizon.

Damned souls grouping on the dark,
Souls condemned to eternal punishment huddle together in the darkness below the crosses.

Going round the stretched arms.
They circle around the outstretched arms of the crucified, as if searching for salvation that will never come.

Bodies, faces,
Limbs contorted and twisted in pain, faces lifeless and frozen in agony.

Unnaturally bended in pain,
Their bodies are bent and broken in ways that no living being could sustain, the agony clear in every gesture.

Lifeless eyes staring at the space,
Their eyes, once windows to the soul, now stare out at nothingness, empty and forgotten.

Persecution of the dying has begun.
The suffering inflicted upon these souls as they die has only just begun, and will continue for all eternity.

Here's the place of alteration,
This is the site where something fundamental changes, where life as it once was is lost forever.

Where life turns into other form,
Life is transformed here, twisted and perverted into something other than what it once was.

Dark ritual of demons procreation,
This transformation is the result of a dark, demonic ritual of procreation.

Hear the cries, of the crucified ones.
The air is filled with the tormented wails of those whose suffering never ends.

Throbbing fleshes in the rhythm of thunder,
The living flesh of the crucified pulses with pain, in time with a thunderous beat.

Blasphemy in light of raving bolts,
Even the sky itself seems to condemn this blasphemy with bolts of lightning flashing down from above.

Nailed hands greeting angry gods,
The hands of the crucified, nailed to the wood, seem to be reaching out in defiance towards the very gods who have abandoned them.

Coming fourth to feast in blood.
The gods, angered by this defiance, emerge to feast upon the blood of the fallen.

Unnaturally changed in lust,
As they die, these bodies are transformed once more, twisted into shapes of unnatural desire.

Purple fluids streams on the wood,
Blood and other fluids stream down the wood of the crosses, staining it a deep purple.

Like tears of dying cross
It seems as though the very wood of the crosses itself is weeping in agony at the sight it holds.

Masters of forgotten arts,
Those who practice the dark arts, drawn to the power of this ritual, watch from the shadows.

Deign to look at your servant,
They look down on the singer with a mixture of pride and contempt, seeing him as their servant to be used as they see fit.

Acceptance my greatest sacrifice,
He is willing to give up everything, even his own life, in order to be accepted by these dark masters.

Send revenge on bastard's seed!
He is full of anger and hatred towards those he sees as responsible for his suffering, and calls upon the demons to seek revenge.

O come to me!
He begs for the attention and approval of the dark masters, desperate to be recognized as their own.

I beg thee, open wide the gates,
He pleads with them to open the gates of hell and allow him to join them in their dark kingdom.

All fiends of fiends,
He calls upon the most evil and depraved beings he can imagine to come to his aid.

From the deep sleep of dark abyss arrive!
He summons these beings forth from the depths of the darkest abyss, greeting them eagerly.

Pazuzu, the evil one,
He calls upon the mightiest and most evil of these beings, naming them one by one in a twisted litany.

Lord, who feeds on angels cries!
He appeals to this dark lord, telling him of his own agony and asking for him to feed on his suffering as well.

Bless the damned, curse the blessed, crucify them.
He demands that these evil beings bless the damned and curse the blessed, making clear his hatred for all who are favored by the gods.