Praise to the Black

by Djinn Of Thujone

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released April 30, 2017

Djinn Of Thujone was created in its entirety by Christopher Michael Hester. Album art for Praise to the Black was created by Georgi, MRD.

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Track Name: Praise to the Black
Praise to the Black

Jesus was only a man,
not divine: flawed and fallible.
The Bible you choose to defend,
a work of fiction, to rob you of free will.
Praise to the Black.
In darkness lies truth and the strength to attack.
Praise to the Black.
The liberation of the Mind, Body, and Soul.
Blessed be this blasphemy.
At one with The Serpent.
The Pan of the Forest.
The King who hath fathomless unholy names.
The Sovereign of Bacchanalian dreams.
Ahriman. Dionysus. Typhon. Baphomet.
No one can rise from the grave.
Despite all your prayers, you'll never be saved.
Pompous piety fails to amuse me.
At least there is honesty in my heresy.
Praise to the Black.
In darkness lies truth and the strength to attack.
Praise to the Black.
The liberation of the Mind, Body, and Soul.
Sacred be this Sabbath Orgy.
At one with The Dragon.
The Prince of Gehenna.
The Beast Nero who played, whilst kingdoms inflamed.
The Father of Arcadian needs.
Bacchus. Asmodeus. Beelzebub. Lucifer.
Praise to the Black.
In Darkness lies truth and the strength to attack.
Praise to the Black.
The liberation of the Mind, Body, and Soul.
Track Name: Demon Seed
Demon Seed

Go forth my Child.
The world is frail and yours for the taking.
Their Messiah hath not yet returned.
Your feeble subjects await.
With minds meek as sheep, they'll fall at your feet.
Together we shall rule them for centuries.
Lambs led to the slaughter can't contend with The Goat.
May all who oppose you be cut at the throat.
Go forth my Child.
The world is frail and yours for the taking.
Their Messiah will never return.
Your feeble subjects await their fate.
You have no equal. Thou art thy Father's Son.
No Sire, nor Master to own you. You bow to no one.
I believe you can conquer the world
far beyond the bounds of limitations.
Your birthright is that of a King.
Destroy them all without mercy.
For too long have I been denied. Dethroned by, faithless liars.
Now that my Heir hath arrived, we shall set this world on fire.
Blood of my blood.
The last of a dying breed.
My Dragon Spawn.
My Demon Seed.
No mortal man can hold you down.
Let oceans of blood pave your way to the crown.
I am always at your side.
Even in death, I will watch you thrive.
While every last Empire crumbles,
they will be forced to praise your name.
You will rule without regret, and live your life without shame.
We will build monuments with the corpses of our foes.
I would slaughter a billion men, just to make way for you to grow.
I will shield you from hypocrisy, far from the sins of the Father.
All hail the new born King. Sacred is the pain he brings.
Blood of my blood.
The last of a dying breed.
My Dragon Spawn.
My Demon Seed.
You have no equal. Thou art thy Father's Son.
No Sire, nor Master to own you. You bow to no one.
Track Name: Into the Deep Abyss
Into the Deep Abyss

The soulless demon lives within the spirit.
As you imbibe it, you grow near it.
Beckons you back time and again
to pervert your judgment.
Fermentation is to decay.
Enjoy the pleasures of rotting away.
As you taste of the forbidden fruit,
You think that you consume of it. But it consumes of you.
Your damnation is just a glass away.
Can you taste it when you’re wasted?
The punishment never fits this crime.
Demonic pleasures and pain for a lifetime.
As the poison saturates your soul,
you will suffer as we take control.
Feed the demon, to silence all his cries.
Deal in desire. Deal in lies.
Into the Deep Abyss.
The price paid for Wormwood is misunderstood.
Morning Star collects all that he's promised.
The Green Devil is one with the Ifrit.
Drink if you dare and accept your defeat.
You can never end this cycle.
The more you ride the faster you die.
Rivers of water can't slake thy thirst.
Gluttons get what they deserve.
As the poison saturates your soul,
you will suffer as we take control.
Feed the demon, to silence all his cries.
Deal in desire. Deal in lies.
Into the Deep Abyss.
Track Name: Suffer a Witch to Live
Suffer a Witch to Live

Deep within the midnight forest, a bonfire glows tonight.
Women dance in a clockwise circle covered in blood and seeking your demise.
They pray to a God with cloven hooves, crooked horns, and Hellfire eyes.
If He rises at the Witching Hour, all that you love will wither and die.
They bare the Devil's Mark.
A teat for the Beast to suckle upon.
They come in the form of a specter
tormenting you until dawn.
They fly in the dead of night on broken broomsticks through the sky
bidding you to sign your name in blood in His Black Book.
Give In
to the sin of temptation.
Be Damned.
Be counted amongst them!
They cannot be condemned
by so called righteous men.
Thou shall Suffer a Witch to Live.
Writhing in the ash filled soil, the scent of smoke draws to entice.
Reveling in their fornication, coven cries out in delight.
The time has come for the final offering.
A young maiden to be sacrificed.
She is split from groin to sternum. Hedonistic chants fill the night.
They bare the Devil's Mark.
A teat for the Beast to suckle upon.
They come in the form of a specter
tormenting you until dawn.
They fly in the dead of night on broken broomsticks through the sky
bidding you to sign your name in blood in His Black Book.
Give In
to the sin of temptation.
Be Damned.
Be counted amongst them!
They cannot be condemned
by so called righteous men.
Thou shall Suffer a Witch to Live.
The fire dims as the embers flicker, hissing like ten thousand snakes.
A coven awaits with anticipation, trembling on bended knees.
Violently the inferno ignites, ascending deep into the sky.
Through the flames emerges a figure.
Their Blessed King hath arrived.
He hath arrived.
Track Name: Revenge of the Necromancer
Revenge of the Necromancer

Burned at the stake for heresy.
Alleged crimes against humanity.
My wife and child quarantined away.
Denied of my remedy and taken by the plague.
Thy Loved Ones would not be here today
were it not by my design.
I will rise from the grave
and take the vengeance so rightfully mine.
I turned to the darkest of arts
to cure my reasons for living.
But you forced them to submit
to rot away in the plague pit.
As I lay here scattered in ashes upon the pyre mound,
I await my violent reprisal
to burn your village to the ground.
Accursed Revenge of the Necromancer.
Accursed Revenge of the Necromancer.
Long have I awaited, seething in hatred, for this, my moment of justified bloodshed.
Accursed Revenge of the Necromancer.
I have risen to punish my kinsmen.
I shall start with the dead you've lost.
Rise up from the pestilent mass grave.
None shall be spared. None shall be saved.
Hordes of the undead ravage the town:
clawing, biting, burning it down.
A sweet symphony of suffering surrounds me:
an overture of pain to suit my blame.
As they witness the power I wield,
I smell the stench of fear.
I hear various cries for mercy.
I will show as much was shown to my family.
Fire rages out of control.
I've brought justice to the masses.
If I can never see them again,
then I will leave my home in ashes.
Accursed Revenge of the Necromancer.
Accursed Revenge of the Necromancer.
Long have I awaited, seething in hatred, for this, my moment of justified bloodshed.
Accursed Revenge of the Necromancer.
No! It cannot be!
Who are these silhouettes
that stand before me?
It is my family, risen as corpses
by mine own hands.
The look of fear upon their faces.
How could I be so negligent?
She cries out in horror for what I've done.
She is repulsed with all that I've become.
Cannot believe what I've reduced them to.
A suicide in flames will have to do.
No! My Love, forgive me! What Have I Done?
Track Name: The Sun Sets on the North
The Sun Sets on the North

The Sun Sets on the North
and I am no more.
Locked away in my prison
to languish here in these chains.
Awaiting my day of reckoning.
The day I escape this cave.
My Queen stands at my side
keeping the venom at bay.
The serpent’s secretions are sickening:
fermenting a pool of dismay.
She raises a chalice above me.
There's only so much it can hold.
It overflows upon me.
Scalding me down to my soul.
Drowning in toxic misery.
Our personal, private Hell.
How long must I endure this?
How long till your thirst is quelled?!
Through vast oceans of time,
I dream of bringing you pain.
Only one thought in my mind.
Will I see...?
The Sun Sets on the North
and I am no more.
The Gods will not do for you
what you will not do for yourselves.
Then what purpose do they serve?!
Do they "guard" you well?!
Have you not prayed to me?
For carnal, mischievous needs.
Am I such a scoundrel?
Does my punishment fit my deeds?!
Drowning in toxic misery.
Our personal, private Hell.
How long must I endure this?
How long till your thirst is quelled?!
Through vast oceans of time,
I dream of bringing you pain.
Only one thought in my mind.
Will I see...?
The Sun Sets on the North
and I am no more.
Track Name: Lost to the Void
Lost to the Void

Despised for crimes, I did not commit.
I nurtured your desires, and this is the praise I get?
My hatred for human kind
has never been more justified.
I gave them all I had to give
but it's never enough.
I am no mere black sheep
so easily cast aside.
I am the Mighty Goat, and I will be there when you die.
Ungrateful, selfish worms.
Cowards get what they deserve.
Betrayed
by my brethren.
Enslaved.
Made to suffer. Left in disgrace.
I am First of the Fallen
and I will revel in your destruction.
I have so many names
that you're unworthy to speak.
You are dead to me.
Abandoned, and Lost to the Void.
Cast out for trespasses
that were not of my design.
I renounce all ties that bind me
to a virtuous bloodline.
Thy "Father" is only a "name"
to leave raped and forgotten.
Where was His sympathy
for trespasses committed against me?
Ungrateful, selfish worms!
Cowards get what they deserve.
Betrayed
by my brethren.
Enslaved!
Made to suffer. Left in disgrace.
I am First of the Fallen
and I will revel in your destruction.
I have so many names
that you're unworthy to speak.
You are dead to me.
Abandoned, and Lost to the Void.
No progress can ever be made
in a world of mindless slaves.
I am the figure for whom you scry.
I am the Devil, unashamed of my pride.
Unashamed of my pride.
Track Name: The Cold Air Brings a Promise of Death
The Cold Air Brings a Promise of Death

Darkness on the horizon.
Lifeless is the sky.
Days grow short giving way to endless night.
The soul will suffer.
Deprived from the warmth of the light!
The Cold Air Brings a Promise of Death.
Torment follows on the breath of the wind.
The Cold Air Brings a Promise of Death.
Pain and suffering await all living things.
This is a fate that none ever escape.
Each year it comes reaping souls to the Grave.
So I'll drink myself to sleep,
Exiled to the darkest corners of my mind
where I contemplate suicide.
There's only so much that one can take.
Frost consumes all within reach.
Retire to fires of sanctuary.
Trees are naked. Asphyxiated from Snow!
All without shelter will perish,
freezing them down to the marrow.
The Cold Air Brings a Promise of Death.
Torment follows on the breath of the wind.
The Cold Air Brings a Promise of Death.
Pain and suffering await all living things.
I used to yearn for better days,
but once the soul begins to fade it's already gone.
No tree can grow to the sky.
One day soon, even the Gods will die.
Locked away within my room, sickened by the window’s gloom,
I long for days of a vibrant colorful home.
With this knife, I’ll create my own.
The wind carries disease:
A pestilence without reprieve.
An epidemic that all shall endure.
The body shudders: raped and impure.
A vicious cycle without end.
Impossible for you to defend
yourself from this onslaught of plague .
You can never be saved.
I used to yearn for better days,
but once the soul begins to fade it's already gone.
The wind carries disease:
a pestilence without reprieve.
An epidemic that all shall endure.
The body shudders: raped and impure.
A vicious cycle without end.
Impossible for you to defend
yourself from this onslaught of plague .
You can never be saved.
This is a fate that none ever escape.
Each year it comes reaping souls to the Grave.
The Cold Air Brings a Promise of Death.
Torment follows on the breath of the wind.
The Cold Air Brings a Promise of Death.
Pain and suffering await all living things.