IN THE BEGINNING
FESTIVALS OF ATONEMENT (ANNO 1995) • RAMSES BRINGER OF WAR (ANNO 1997)

"Over the last few years the demand for these recordings has been at a fevered high. For the first time we have compiled the recordings from "Festivals of Atonement" and "Ramses Bringer of War" in one release. Being ones to not disappoint our loyal followers, this recording represents the willingness to do all for our fans. Thanks for the continued support." - Nile

Cover Artwork: Steve Hoier - webmaster@nile-catacombs.com
Additional Artwork: Andy Tapeworm
Graphic Design: Pete Tsakiris, DrunkenMonkey Studios - pete@drunkenmonkey.net

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Divine Intent
Rise in Splendor
Arms upheld unto the Sky
Blindly I Follow
Soon All will be Revealed

Searing Transcendant
Visions of Divine Intent
Worshipful Obediant
I Await the Burning

In Supplication
I turn my eyes toward the Sun
It Burns

I turn my eyes toward the Sun
Its Flames
Oh God it Burns
Refusing to look Away
In Agony
I become Divine

Obeisance I Make
Engulfed in Radiant Fury
Amon - Ra
The Hidden One
Takes my sight that I might See

Blinded I cry Out
In Gratitude
Tears Streaming
I Return unto the Sands

Burnt Charred
I behold no God

I Become Divine

The Black Hand of Set

Eaters of Human Flesh
Hath eaten unlawful Flesh
Upon our Brethren
They have Feasted
Seed of our Father
We must now Avenge

In secret conclave we Gather
To rain Destruction on those Whom
We have Cursed

With vile Black Arts
And Tempestuous Rage
We vent our Wrath
Red Blood stains my Hands
And damns my Soul

You will drink the Black Sperm
Of my Vengeance

The Mighty Voices
Of my Vengeance
Smash the Stillness of the Air
And stand as Monoliths of Wrath
Upon a plain of writhing Serpents

I call upon the messengers of Doom
To slash with Grim Delight
This Victim I hath Chosen
Feed upon his Brain Pulp
Rend his Throat
Pierce his Lungs with the stings of
Scorpions
Oh Kali
Oh Sekhmet
Oh Dragon

Wrought
Nanna Father of the Zonei
Eldest of the Wanderers
A Shadow out of Time
The Moon is calling Me
The Breath of the Old Ones
Whispers in my Ear
With inhuman Impatience
They Beckon to Me

I call to the Moon and Sin
I now possess the secrets of the Tides of
Blood

I have travelled on the Spheres
And the spheres do not protect Me
I have Walked in the Pit
And the Pit does not protect Me

The Lords of the Wind rush about Me
The Lords of the Earth crawl about my Feet
And are Angered
A Wind has Risen The Dark Waters Stir

The lines of my life have been Obliterated
By my wanderings in the Waste
My fate is no longer Writ in the Stars
For I have broken the Covenant

Have the Gods forsaken Me
I cannot read the Omens
What sacrifice have I failed to Make
I call to the Gods
Do not cast thy servant Down

Wrought What have I Done

Immortality Through Art

(instrumental)

Godless

Atheos anarchos
No belief in any diety
No lies or false idols
No dogma shall enslave me

My words of truth
The tongue of fire
A cleansing of utter blasphemy
No law of man or god
No chains of servitude
Blind me to the unjust

Purify me in flames
I have no fear of retribution
Before no graven image
Shall I bend in acquiescence
Say not unto me
Thou shall not

The head of Ramses
Lies fallen to the ground
Broken-crumbled-destroyed
Left in ruins
Godless!

Extinct

Whisper silence in my Ear
Uncover the truth of Insignificance
Paint the anguish of the Private Soul
Reveal pathetic Tragedy

As I sleep I dream of Death

Seething with Rage
Exquisite Rage
Amplify the Vision

Does it Matter
Does it Matter

Paradise Lost
Dreaming of Extinction
We wander through the Walls of Sacrifice
Sick winds brush against my Skin

Power of Extinction
Growth Intelligence No More
Mud Rot Skeletal Earth
Drown thy spirit of Kings

Society's walls break Down
Humans Pound Down
Dig I must dig Out
Surviving puts all tools in Place
Only peace comes in Death

As I sleep I dream of Death
Only Peace comes in Death

The Howling of the Jinn

Nafs I Ammara
Fana Azif
I Am the Infidel

Fiendish Insects Encircle Me
Howling Wind Wraiths
Surround My Disembodied Ka

Dulcarnon
Hideous Unseen
Speaking in Tongues
Heard Only by the Mad

Shrieking Insects
Swarm Over Me
Suffocate Me
Suffocate My Soul

Majnun I Am Empty
Crawling Reptiles Devour My Soul
They Utterly and Completely
Annihilate Me
I Can Hear the Howling of the Jinn
Echoing in the Mountains of Kaf

Ramses Bringer of War

Wretched Fallen One of Khatti
Rise Against the Opressing Sword
Encircled Abandoned Alone
I Smite the Vile Hittite Foe

My Father Amon what Carest Thee
For the Vile and Ignorant of God
My Father Amon What Carest Thee
For These Effeminate Ones
At Millions of Whom I Groweth Not Pale

Raging Like Menthu Like Baal in His Hour
Lo the Mighty Sekhmet Is With Me
I Enter In Among Them Even as a Hawk Striketh
I Slay I Hew to Pieces and Cast to the Ground
The Royal Snake Upon My Brow
Spits Forth Fire in the Face of Mine Enemies
And Burneth Their Limbs

My Chariot Wheels Trample the Fallen
Cut to Pieces Before My Steeds
And Laying In Their Own Blood
I Crush the Skulls of the Dying
And Sever the Hands of the Slain
I Ramses, Builder of Temples
Usurper of Monuments Slayer of Hittites
Bringer of War

Die Rache Krieg Lied der Assyriche

Ia Namtaru
Ia Lammia
Ia Asaku
Ia Pazuzu

Ia Zixul zi Azkak
Ia Gula zi Pazu
Alal Uggae Utukku Xul
Ia Ia Pazuzu

Ia Ningursu Ia Ia Umduggu
Shemti Shebui Nehenkau
Addu Nergal Arrallu

Nergal Dread God of War and Plague
Avenge the Shades of Our Fallen Ones
Blacken the Sun with Fierce Winds
Bring Forth Your Terrible Storms!
Yea! Burn the Flesh of Our Enemies
Gash Their Throats with Weapons of Iron
Destroy Them Utterly
With Locusts and Disease