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1. Kathaarian Life Code

Desert... Night...
Coyotes Feel the Cold Wave of The Dark
Red Eyes eats through
the Vast Nocturnal Landscape
A Strong Light – The Only Night

This is where he made Sculptures
from the Visions that Created The Force

Baphomet in Steel
For the Flesh of Cain
A Throne made by remains
of 12 holy Disciples

New Disciples rose,
one by one, ten by ten
All met under the Desert Moonlight
Knowledge fired across the Landscape
Sparks that mixed with Coyote Eyes
Diabolic Forces in a Ceremonial Union

And each Beast of the Land
took its own way in Living
(the) Seven forbidden things
were Eternally Desecrated

Kathaaria was Built – World without End

2. In The Shadow Of The Horns

Face of the Goat in the Mirror
Eyes Burn like (an) October Sunrise
As Once they Gazed upon the Hillside
Searching for the Memories...

In the Shadow of the Horns
only seen by the Kings
of the Dawn (of the) First Millennium
upon the Thrones

In the Shadow of the Horns
Cleansed like the air in the Night
World Without End

(we've become) a Race of the Cursed Seeds
for five United Forces
in the Eternal Dawn
the Kings that held (their) heads high

The Triumph of chaos – Has Guided our Path
we Circles the holy Sinai – Our Swords Gave Wings
Invisible force of our Abyssic Hate
Our seeds Boil as we gaze upon the New Millennium

Weeping by the Graves of the Glorious Ones
(so) the hardened Frost Melts Away
Clouds Gather across a Freezing Moon
I kiss the Goat – Witchcraft Still Breathes

3. Paragon Belial

I lay Enshrined
Contaminated Time Warp
My Flesh Yearns
For the Tombworld

My soul like layers of Frost
Simulating a Spectre Shadow
Frozen in Time and Space
I was Hacked out of Ice

Faded am I, behind a wall of consciousness
Still feeling a different World
Surrounding Me
Chilling Voices fill my head –
I Open My Eyes;

The Boiling Sea Beneath
The Castle of Faust
Belial finally Comes Forth:

"The Ancient White light writings
were just lying men and their
Pens You are the same, only in Black.
Return with the knowledge
of making your own god"

Dreamking of the Tombworld:
I Enter Into an Eternal Oath
Creating my Paragon Belial

4. Where Cold Winds Blow

Where Cold Wings Blow I (was) laid to Rest
I Can not reach my Rusty Weapons
the Blood and Sword that Guided my Path
for they Drowned in the Sands of Wisdom

I was, indeed, a King of the Flesh
My Blackened Edges; still they were Sharp
Honoured by the Carnal Herds
but asketh thou: Closed are the Gates?

My Mind cut my Winged Weapons
and Teeth that was my Pride
And from the Forest all would hear:
"Wisdom Opens the Gate for the King"

My Weapons Sighted – My Tears they Tasted
Summon my Warriors – To the Land of Desire
To the Domain of Hate – Where Cold Winds Blew
For Lust for Hell – We Rode with the North Wind

Only I could accomplish a fucken Self-deceit
There are only Two Paths – the Mind or the Sword
And the Mind was Open like the Sights in a Dream
But the Sword was like a Stone around my neck

I Entered the Soul of the Snake
and Slept with the Armageddish Whore
(but) without my Throne and my Weapons;
Where Cold Winds Blow became my Grave

5. A Blaze In The Northern Sky

Hear a Haunting Chant
Lying in the Northern wind
As the Sky turns Black
clouds of Melancholy
rape the Beams
of a Devoid Dying Sun
and the Distant Fog approaches

Coven of forgotten Delight
Hear the Pride of a Northern Storm
Triumphant sight on a Northern Sky

Where the days are Dark
and Night the Same
Moonlight Drank the Blood
of a thousand Pagan men

It took ten times a hundred Years
Before the King on the Northern Throne
was brought Tales of the crucified one

Coven of renewed Delight;
A Thousand Years have passed since then –
Years of Lost Pride and Lust

Souls of Blasphemy,
hear a Haunting Chant –

We are a Blaze in the Northern Sky
The next thousand Years Are OURS

6. The Pagan Winter

Horned Master of Endless Time
Summon thy Unholy Disciples
Trained for Centuries to Come.
Gather on the highest Mountain
United by Hatred;
The final Superjoint Ritual...

This, The Pagan Winter
Kept for the Obscure (ones)
Candles hold the only light
Sextons hide in Fear

For this Eternal Winter
A New God Ruled the Sky
The Million Hands Of Joy
Have something holy to Burn

From the top of the World one could see
The white light Servants Flee
Engulfed in an Infernal Cyclone
Created by (our) Blasphemy

Religious bodies Crossed the Sky
the Vision was our Wine
Roar of Fire, Feeble Fools
Into The Furnace Fire

1. Natassia In Eternal Sleep

Alcohol is in my veins
Tears fall as I think of you
The true memory you left me with
Is a key to the wine of melancholy

I drown myself in the deepest of sorrows
As you hurted on that stake they burnt my soul as well
Your pure feelings, your pure hate, it was not enough

Natassia, my beloved satanic witch
The power in your eyes and yourself
Worked for the numble in men
Pass the bottle, pass the knife
Pas me your unholy crafts

I shall never forget you, the best of all there is
I lick your cold lips, I embrace your coffin as I sigh in woe
You never kissed the priest, you never drank the blood of jews
Weird, they say – well, turn it upside down like you did
And they kill, KILL, and they take you away...

Now, centuries later, I do yours and my sign
You live in me, like you moved in with my soul
Your resurrection is the spirit of you – installed in me
So now, your thoughts and your pain are my wine
And Natassia, I'll get these goddamn angels drunk...

2. Summer Of Diabolical Holocaust

Come the raging chaos, rule power from your soul
Pure demonised blessing as I kill myself in woe
Alls souls coloured the pace of the moon
Shall suffer the religious

You must know that I can no longer see
The difference of dreams and reality
For the walls have been sieged
And conquered by war

Dark satanic blasphemy

I stand alone in a valley filled with starlight
My eyes suffer from eternal sparks
So shut the light and dream so I can see
The trident clearer than liver moon

And in my darkest fantasy
And as I reach for hell
I am free...

Hearers are raising from the open sky
Meglomanta reignes supreme
Chilled in horror – christian death
They learned how long to stand and pull

I head to receive
The lust and pain
Beat me jesus
And we will win

3. The Dance Of Eternal Shadows

I must embrace visual hell
To satisfy us
Rape the whores in blasphemy
I am man while I feast upon your flesh

Glance in my eyes
and see the eternal shadows dancing
Playing in the desert of my life
Burning – And my soul is descending...

Leader of all – face the apocalyps
You fools deep under the black rain
And nothing remains
Flowers to step on, flowers to burn

Am I ready for the god below
Red flesh to penetrate my skin
To send my soul away
To the grave I work
Until I'm feeling weak...

But there's fire
In my heart, in my eyes
In his body, in his eyes
And in his lonely kingdom

4. Unholy Black Metal

When the sun has died
When the angels are blind
When the pig lies thick
Over the palace of god

When the fullmoon lights the earth
When the wolves gather in the open
When blood rains from heaven high
And from the pearly gates

When jehovas hordes are slaughtered
When disciples twelve are dead
When beheth of easter lands
And raped and raped again

When the whore of babylon rides
When fury turns to hate
When all sons of satan
Sodomize the lambs of christ

When the gates have all been opened
When the funerals never end
When satans ports paint out hearts
And sadness our souls

When witches burn the priests
When the ancient ones return
When the demons ride the numb
With their hares of dark desires

5. To Walk The Infernal Fields

From the abode of demons
A wing of the pentagram
Comes the juice that painted
My heart and my soul

Swept in black they are
Swept in black I am

From this soul comes the eyes
That will look upon your ten
Beautiful heads with delight

My heart is the one
That will tend to your flames
And make them mine
We share this spirit –
My heart is yours...

I am your disciple
And therefore my own
Your weapon I will be
With the demons that posesses me
We'll ride the seven sins of death
That takes me to Katharian

The sign of your horns
Is my dearest vision
They impale all holy and weak

You watch me face the mirror
And see desecration
With my art I am the fist
In the face of god

6. Under A Funeral Moon

On the day of my final sacrifice
The chilling steel open my veins
Blood staines my skin
Silver chalice must be filled

Drinking the poisoned blood
I enter my shadowed coffin
Two goathorns in my hands
I raise my arms and close my eyes
To receive the infernal hails
From my brother in the land of the damned

The howling wind blows in the naked trees
Moonlit fields are glowing in the dark
Below me, the path to the cemetary
Where my spiritual brothers take me

They halt at the shadows of an oak
My nocturnal funeral commence
Lying in my blasphemous sleep
I am lowered down to the pit

A raven sings my last song
As the wolves howl their goodbyes
The funeral moon glows strongly now
For I am nearly there

This night of late october
The darkside open it's gate
Morbid souls wait for me
– For satanic conspiracy

Flowers of doom
Rising in bloom
You will see
Our immortality!

7. Inn I De Dype Skogers Favn

Det garr en vei over fjellar
Inn i de dype skogers favn
garder her led grusom skjebne
Ved likbaal sorget mang ca ravn

Pesten trod den Norske mark
Fra havn over land til annen havn
Med tunge subbende skritt den seg
Inn i de dype skogers favn

Dauden i sort gjorde sjelen fromsen
Gjorde huden veik under en morren himmel

Det gaar en vei over fjellat
Inn i de dype skogers favn
Langsom vanding forer meg
Inn i det dunkle skogsriket
For as finde en gard, eldet og forlatt
Fra en ensom, sort og endelen natt...

8. Crossing The Triangle Of Flames

Engulfed in frost
I sailed our dreams
Gloomy inner landscape comes to life

I am the wolf in the darkest scene
Phantasm sweep my role
I am lucifer, I bring you light and pride

Three steps for the white
A journey for the black
No flags for the ten lines
(but) I'll shoot you full of signs

In other dimensions
My visions grew black wings
You wouldn't know if I was him

The dragon rises before me
I'll fornicate the beast
Possess me as I burn
Into your painted realms

1. Transilvanian Hunger

Transilvanian Hunger
the Mountains are Cold
Cold Cold
Soul
Cold

Your hands are cruel
careful ... pale ...
To Haunt, to Haunt
forever at Night

Take me in your daylight slumber can't you feel the Call
Embrace Me Eternally

To be Draped by the Shadow of your Morbid Palace
ohh, Hate Living ... The only heat is warm blood

So Pure ... So Cold
Transilvanian Hunger

Hail to the true, intense vampires
A story made for Divine fulfillment

To be the Ones breathing a Wind of Sorrow
Sorrow and Fright
the Dearest Katharsis

Beautiful Evil Self
to be the Morbid Count
A part of a Pact that is Delightfully immortal

Feel the Call Freeze you with the Uppermost Desire
Transilvanian Hunger, my Mountain is Cold

So Pure ... So Cold
Transilvanian Hunger

2. Over Fjell Og Gjennom Torner

Over fjell og gjennom Torner
Gjennom den Onde Dunkle Skog
Dø som ein Kriger, Hodet pa eit tre
Skjær i kjøtt. Naler dype i huden ned.

Ravners nebb i Blod vil Fratse
efter Slaget har holdt sted
Pansrede kropper i Grusom kamp
Økser plantet. Sjeler led.
Kolde Sverd som huden apner
Har som lukter friskt av blod

Den Norrøne Rase maa Slakte den andre
nar blammen dunker for tungt pa var dør

3. Skald Av Satans Sol

Taken tetner
Mírket faller
Ondskap Slumrer
Skogen kaller

Her ute i Dyrets domene
gjennom en dyster, Gusten Skog
engler líper, engler flyr
vekk fra min egen kikegaard

Jeg star under en kald vind.
Taken letter 'fra englers flukt
Jeg drikker fra Manens Kalde,
Bleke lys og hylder Satans sol.
En Grusom Ondskap siver inn og fyller kropp og sjel
En himmel av Daudinger
Tortur og Hat

Taken tetner
Mírket faller
Ondskap Slumrer
Skogen kaller

La meg for evig tjene de toogsytti evig falne
I den Kolde Mírke brínn av de Slue sorte
Verdig utropes jeg som den Uhellige treenighets Skald
NAR HELVETE ENGANG KALLER ER DET INGEN VEI TILBAKE

Taken tetner
Mírket faller
Ondskap Slumrer
Skogen kaller

4. Slottet I Det Fjerne

Kan du íyne Slottet i det fjerne
og dets lystige, skralende fest
Par som danser, par som ler
par som svímmer i uakstom Synd

Og under den sol dom (de) sorte tilber
feirer de nyar med festing og tull
En skammelig Synd som Guder anser
som andelig makkverk

og hullene er graver
som bare er for dem
Med andelige naler
som for alltid ...
vil pine alle lem

Kan du íyne Slottet i det fjerne
fra din mírke, Grimme hule
sa kan du hati i tusen ar –
Fryde deg over smerten de far

5. Graven Takeheimens Saler

Naberg reiste seg, nær ved Mannaheimens garde.
Økstid, Sverdtid, ufred var der ikke – dog var der byllepestens plager.
Ingen gjestet frender, Ingen gjestet prest.
Ingen drog til byen, uten lanse og til hest.

I Opphavs tider sang de sanger, for seg selv og sine fedre
I dag synges kun de sanger, som skal gjøre morgendagen bedre.
Sanger for den neste, ingen sanger for den Beste.
Svik og løgn har fatt sin plass, i midgard jotneses palass.

En mann vandret rolig, sikker, stolt der mellom hus.
Han ferdedes blandt folk, han traktet tyredd der blandt mus.
Flere hundre menn, han gjestet hver kald natt.
Han var enøyd, høy og tynn, og paa sitt hode bar han hatt

Ensom mann han vandret, over bivsrot en kald morgen.
Han ristet pa sitt hode, over menneskenes tap.
For de sikret seg en plass, i en ufødt tragisk himmel,
for de vandret nor og ned, foer de ratnet i Hels fred

6. I En Hall Med Flesk Og Mjod

Ien gammel ask – hang en Naskald gubbe,
Under en Svart himmel – hvorfra Regnet fosset ned.
Ingen for dithen – for a hugge liket ned,
for ingen kunne vite – hrorhen hengingen fant sted

Ensom mann han var – Da han dro til Valfars plass,
han ankom ifírt Brynje – til et storslatt Grimt Palass.
Tusen ar var gatt – siden forrige mann kom dit.
de grat av Dyster glede – da en sínn kom endelig.

Nor for det Trolske gapet – var en takeheim dypt ned.
Rekker av Nors sínner – vandret dithen nor og ned.
Ingen manglet Grav – og ingen manglet sínner,
for de for av elle og sott – dit til Kuldeheimens senger.

Kun fa av vaktens barn – kom til Farens rike rad,
for listig svik blant dem – fírte flestemann dypt ned.
Dog kan man híre sangen – hver en Hedensk gammel híytid
for ja enna festes det – blant De Trofste Ods Sínner.

7. As Flittermice As Satans Spys

Flittermice of Eld Unveiled at the plenilune
Fordone by Mournful rest now seeking to be fed again
Rising terrestrial power umbraged by celestial light
That Shineth Forth from the palace of god – the palace of no return

Flittermice of Eld they peer into the morrows,
They peer the yesteryears as thoose are coming back.
Beholding the son recrucified, beholding gods race browbeaten,
Beholding the Devastation of all morals built by them.
Flittermice of Eld they fly to blaspheme yehova
and to build their Temple (of the) Damned on once holy pleasure ground
A Fare to Raise the Flag (of Satan), to desseminate the races,
To build the Hall of Battle and to live in Eternal Strife

Flittermice came forth from the land beyond the forest
Multifarious Winged Black Creatures slew the angels (up so) high.
Devastation, Blasphemy, Desecration, Unholy He
who Burned the face of god with the Eye of Our Master

8. En As I Dype Skogen

En Grind stod apen, en rytter viste seg.
En Kald Take hadde lagt seg over marken.
Ni Svarte hester, og ni armerte menn.
Et íye stirret Olmt ned fra et flagg.

Stillhet senket seg, da fílget stopped opp,
de stoppet i en sirkel rundt en stein.
Stille red de mot den, og forsvant da de kom fram,
for Steiner var en tanke fylt av Kraft.

Stjerner pa en himmel, som Aldri faller ned.
Lysglimt i en natt som varer evig.
Tusen Kalde Vintre, med kun Kule og Forakt.
Det finnes ingen sommer uten Vinter.

I en Gammel Skog, hvorhen troll og tusser vandret,
var en stein som rírte seg og ble til liv.
Ni armerte menn, pa ni gra stolte hester,
bar en fane hvorpa íyet viste seg.

Ihver en natt er et nytt mírke.
Ihver en Vinter fryser jeg,
men dog Aldri skal jeg grate,
for Stolt red jeg jo dengang,
ut av den dype skogen.

1. En Vind Av Sorg

En Vind Av Sorg
La seg tungt
omkring
De Eldstes hus

En eim av Frost
på en allerede Frossen Sjel
Et savn av Hyllest
fra disse De Edle sinn

Minnes de svundne Tider
Et Hav av Tid
har gået siden Den gang
Norrøners tro og skikk

Til Skogen hjem én Kom
og trakk luften inn
Her lukter det Kristen manns blod
– igler på Våre Hjerter

2. Triumphant Gleam

Bearer of Sword stands beyond (the) Triumphant
As Eternal Night falls
on the Planet of (almost full) Void

Weaves War with a gesture of Might Fallen are the Souls
Blinded by the Warrior Dreams
Finds the star invisible
to most of the regular Men and Slaves

and The Master serves Him

Leaves then for the Last Time
Finally His Castle
Monument of Misanthropy and Wrath Hate
Loyal Friend of His Sober Hours
Treads on while the Faith Whips Sharp
mental pain makes His Eyes Gleam
A light made of Dark Thrones and Frozen Winds
Now can leave the planet

3. The Hordes Of Nebulah

Scent of (the) Flying Shadows
are in the Eyes of the Vast Uranus
for these Eyes have seen the horses of the Universe fade away

Oh, Father (the) Fog of Nebula
your faithful children have escaped
The Walls of Eternity The Elders Curse-
like Snow of the Solstice of the Sun

and what the Eyes of Uranus can see
Far Yonder in the Shade of the Walls
was happening Milleniums ago
So whatever lies Beyond the Gate
It lies in the Past

Oh, We are the Hordes of Nebula having
Travelled through an Eternal Sea of Void
we glance upon a distant light
Star in the Far; Ye Mighty Sun
Will you Die before We reach you?
Are you a Fatal result of the Laws of Distance?
The Swords of Time are pointing at our Hearts
The grass here seems Raped-
as we face Eternal Misery

5. Beholding The Throne Of The Might

When Hell Calls Your Name
There's No Way Back
And The Burning Slaves
And The Burning Holy
Will Be Seen From Afar
As The New Risen Throne (Star)
And When The Fires Have Burned
Beholding The Seas Of Ashes
And Roll The (Ir) Blooded Flesh
On Holy Areas Now Cold
And Dead
And Flowers Smell Of Black
Now Emperor Of No Light
And Pain
For The Eternal Slaves
The Envy Of Losers So Indeed
Upon Losers Themselves
And Destruction Upon The Holy Man
Who Hails A
Join Us We Are (The) Future Now
Be Desecration Master
Be The Hammer
The Hammer

6. Quintessence

Eight Miles Deep The Well Forgotten By Mortals
Oh, I Drank It Empty In One Single Sip
Eight Miles Wide The Valley Beyond All Hope Oh,
I Filled The Whole With One Single Fist

Five Million Christians On A Ride Towards Us
Oh, I Slaughtered The Bunch With One Single Hit (With My Spe-
Ar)
Five Million Women So Alone In The Night
Oh, I Had Them All Satisfied Profusely (Every Night By Myself)

Ten Thousand Trolls Hard As Rock Cold As Ice
Oh, They Ran When I Rose To Face Them
Ten Hungry Waves They Swallowed My Ship
Oh, I Steadily Walked Home (And I Only Got Wet On My Feet)

No Single Book Were Behelden By Me
Oh, No Question I Cannot Do Answer
Only One Single Lamp Do Show Me This Way
And That Is The Eye Of Satan

7. Snø Og Granskog (Utferd)

Tale om heimsleg
Snø og granskog er heimsleg

Frå fyrste stund er det vårt
Før nokon har fortalt det, at det er snø og granskog
Har det plass i oss,
Og sidan er det der, heile, heile tida

Meterdjup fonn kring mørke tre,
Det er for oss
Innblanda i vår eigen ande,
Heile, heile tida.

Om ingen ser det, har vi snø og granskog med
Ja, lia med snø, og tre ved tre så langt ein ser
Kvar vi er, vender vi oss imot det

Og har i oss ein lovnad om å koma heim
Koma heim, gå borti der
Bøyge greiner, og kjenne så det fær i ein
kva det er å vara der ein høyrer til.

Heile, heile tida
Til det er slåkt i våre innlandshjarte

1. Earth's Last Picture

We sail the seas, of negativity
to banish kindness from this place
(Sans scruples, sans humility)

To behold the fierceness of wolves
assailing ye saints thoroughly
(Sans love, sans compassion)

To behold the wails of thine in affright
whilst evil preyeth upon thy hearts
(Sans warmth, sans pity)

To behold a world, darkly astir
rising in madness and mystery
(sans light, sans life)

Would ye not rather fall into pleasant reverie
Than to tremble amidst, this old memory?
Alas for the damned thou art...now ye behold!
Tis the rise of satanic divinity...

Oh we rejoice at the destruction
of all ye have ever lived for...

Hark! as lands tremble, and empires fall
Ye may hear us laugh with sardonic wrath
(tis the voices from the past)

Aye we can not mourn, for
never morrow shall dawn
World without end...

2. Blackwinged

The urge...so strong
To do the devil's work.
The flock of jesus christ
I will rape your souls
till you see the devil clear

Blackwinged

Evil wings bring torture from the skies
With a limb so huge,
to serve you christian sluts
Penetrate your pure cunts with might
Now you filthy cunts, do you see the moon?
Its glowing for the black wings return

Blackwinged

We'll burn your worthless bodies
and send the fire and stench
to heaven high, Remind your worthless
god, that our victory is complete
Clean this earth of holy bitches
Desecrate mother mary

Blackwinged

3. Gather For Attack On The Pearly Gates

Brothers of north, brothers of doom
Ravens has spoke. The attack must begin

The shadows of our warrior souls
will float with infernal speed
Souls of christ, prepare for fight
We'll crush your halls with bonecrushing
might supreme

Your feeble cries will not be heard
Since your god lies dead and buried
In the ruins of the pearly gates

Brothers of north, brothers of doom

Endlessnights of total war
Coming closer
Gather, Hell is calling...gather
Gather for attack on the pearly gates.

4. Black Victory Of Death

Fire
Fire I greet Thee
Give life to shadows grim
So that they may writhe where you dwelt
In life, now dead within

Gaia!
Once mother of all life
Now raped by death
To breed the brethren of black fire Destruction!
In claw-controe
Neverending bleakness
In the sight of the undead

Black desert of ashes
Under a dark clouded sky
Given shelter to flesheating flames
Starved since creation

Reign from skeleton thrones
The realm of the beast
Black victory of death
No life in this funeral beast

5. Majestic Desolate Eye

Desolate winter lifeless
Landscape
Halls of north frozen
Eagles and ravens domain

One-eyed master silently
Awaits to strike at dawn

Hordes will fight and come
forth from dark hidden places
Ready to kill

March to war, for the eternal
Northern Sky

6. Blasphemer

In the quest for shudders
I was as the absence
melted in my hand
As clear as my gleaming sorrow

A spectral fascination
For irony to serve
are the glorious those who triumph
in a kingdom of eternity?
...a castle of sand
whose roof has sheltered my
I sense "the absence of triumph and lust
abruptly rising to cover the glory in sand"

A whore gave birth to the flies
...who flew away with my beauty
A virgin gave birth to my masks

I simulate the absence
"To enter a kingdom of
flesh – a ghastly worn shadow
A fiery picture of poet in hel"

Forlorn I was as poets should be
I am as chosen as the weaver himself.

7. Ravnajuv

I dype juvet, ein stad i Noregs land
tallose de samler sine
Ravnsort vinge
Der akter de at radslage
For tid at komme
minnes pest ukristen tid
Tidens begynnelse
Tidens slutt de a vil forme
Baerere av sorg
Baerere av hat
Baerere av forakt
Baerere av ukristen tid

8. The Serpents Harvest

Feel the burning flame
as the sun in the desert sand
Sense tghe grief as the knives of torment
Shreds your soul
Behold the harvest storm of spiritual rape
Hordes from infernal wastelands united
Under blackened wings
Souls under the serpents banner
with common flesh
But a heart of scorn and painfull anger

Orgy of destruction – a "gesture of might"
Gaze at the grey sky – hatred and poison

And from the vast towers of the underworld
one could see shadows of Them in dark
caves and endless halls
Trample down bronze gate of tartaros
Patient earthly men with (raised) bloodfilled chalices
Greeting Their arrival for the battle of the
ages is at hand and when the garish slave of the seeds of life
has turned into a torrent of blood and the wolf has eaten the sheep

Stare into the galactic fog
– armageddon has been achieved

1. Rex

Engulfed in frost
I sailed our dreams
gloomy inner landscapes come to life

I am the wolf in the darkest scene
Phantasms sweep my role
I am Lucifer, I bring you light and pride

Three steps for the white
A journey for the black
No flags for the tens lines
(but) I'll shoot you full of signs

In other dimensions
My visions grew black wings

2. Pure Demoniac Blessing

The dragon rises before me
I'll fornicate the beast
come to me
possess me as I burn
into your painted realms

come raging chaos
rule power from your soul
pure demoniac blessing
as I kill myself in woe
(as I kill myself in woe)

As souls coloured the face of the moon
shall suffer the eclipse

you must know that I can no longer see
the difference of dream and reality

for the walls have been sieged
and banished by our Dark Satanic Blasphemy

3. (The) Grimness Of Which Shepherds Mourn

I stand alone
in a valley filled with starlight
my eyes suffer
from eternal sparks

So shut the lids and dream so I can see
the trident clearer than ever now

And in my darkest fantasy
And as I reach for Hell
In my darkest fantasy
I reach for Hell
and I am Free...

4. Sadomasochistic Rites

Hearses are raining
from the open sky
megolomania
reigns supreme

Chilled in horror – Christian Death

they leaned too long to stand a fall

I bend to receive
the lust and pain
beat me Jesus
and we will win

5. As Desertshadows

I must embrace visual hell to satisfy us
Rape the Whores in Blasphemy
I am Him while I feast upon your flesh

Glance into my eyes
and see the darkest shadows dancing
playing in the desert of my life
burning, – and my soul is descending

Glance into my eyes
and see the darkest shadows dancing
into the night

6. In His Lovely Kingdom

Lover of all
face the Apocolypse
you fade away under the black rain
and flowers remain flowers to step on
flowers to burn

Am I ready for the god below
red flesh to penetrate my skin
to steel my soul away
to the grave I seek
until I'm feeling weak

But there's fire
in my heart, in my eyes
in his body, in his eyes
and in his lovely kingdom

7. Black Daemon

daimon
It's been years
daimon
Since I discovered the other world
The other world where shadows draped to our feet

Evil
Possess me

I pretend
but daemons
I can only
dream of

In coldness and darkness
I know I'm possessed

Bodies
are what we all see
dead or alive

We're alive
but our truth is dead

Demon when it's cold and dark
possess me

8. Toward(s) The Thornfields

Now now that I'm ??? you

My black wings have ???

But remember
When you smile
You forget the pain inside

The feeling you all hate
I'm there to bring it
in another world

Have you ever been true
??? I have

You feel I hurt
You feel that I have

Take me to the thornfields

9. (Birth Of Evil) Virgin Sin

Today as ???
Come on
??? to take
I gave birth
to my astral

To ???
Upon this earth
Don't you ever walk my way
I ??? walk alone

10. Green Cave Float

I am the thousand storms of the black heart
I am the desert of redemption
I soar on dead wings of sin

I am freedom with cracked virginity
arrows of my erection, fade to hear me
but the ones who came with fear and hate Kiss me!
Deep, long and hard

those who summon

be the scheme at the jinx of jewish fairy tales
is salt upon every soul held by your life

And I wonder
who seeks desolation
to my eyes, holds a vision
embrace last away

1. Lifeless

Depreived of Will
Three Feel in the Grave
Decaying Soul
Myself I shall Kill

Life Less
Depreived Lifeless
In Hatred

Portal of Fear
(with) Ornaments of Sin
Barren Life
Drained of Blood, I'm Near

Life Less
Deprived
Life Less In Hatred

[Awaiting Grimly in the shadows...
Utter totalitarin fortressess of Voidmight
In the Water of Life the Circuits are breaking
Eons of Numb Hoplessness Lies Ahead]

Life Less
Deprived
Life Less
In Hatred

2. The Beast

Elapsed Chainless Activity
Timeless Contradiction
Born Without Flesh
Stand – Still Movement
Nothing is In Perspective Smashing Ground
Concious, Aware...
Mindflight Fully Digested
Consequences Beyond Rational
– Thought

Aming of the Featherless
For it is Bournd to Existance
Sources Floating – Shimmering
– Events, That Make the Warrior
Proud

BlackHole Invulnerability
Black Flames Gallantly Dancing
Threading Human Soil
Sworn to Intoxicate the
– Planet

Magnituede Unvieled Profused Tailored Terror
Forlorn Hope
Locked Behind Crumbled Doors
Impoverished Life
Desolated Globe

3. The Claws Of Time

Trapped in the Claws of Time
Bone Hard Deathsane
Necrohatred By Angels
Beneath the Cruust, Shredding Moans

Pretenders of Sorrow
Elder Perserverance Learns
Fakers of Deathyearns
Killed by Tomorrow
Mind Spoiled, Innards Corrode
Merciless Grind Drone or Die
Contradictions Swirl
(In) Hysterical Contortions
Resistance is Futile

Pretenders of Sorrow
Elder Perseverance Learns
Fakers of Deathyearns
Killed by Tomorrow

4. Across The Vacuum

Gurning Victim – Insane on Pain
Bridges Burnt – Future Creamated
Cursed by Damnation – Menial Shreddings
Across the Vacuum; – The Churning Souls

Irrationally Panzergrim Fears
Impending Havoc Nears
Demons of Lost Years and Seconds
Behold the Lord of Sin, He Beckons

Eerie Tornado – Of Naked Angst
Contamination of Sanity – Degenerating Rewardsystem
Certified Possesion – Inverted Mind
Nevers Left Splintered – Bare and Torn

Sick (crippled) Fucked and Forlorn
Another Disciple (is) Born
Silent Feeble Cries
No One Knows you Die

5. Ravising Grimness

Impersonal Whirling Cinical Hate
Abrupt Irritation Morphed (into) Anger
Pounding Exploding Ravishing Grimness
Genes Drenced in Ferocious Wrath

Chronic Deviant Mood Reactions
Vindicative Instincts reeted with Glee
Conpletely Born and Built to Loathe
A Dreary Hell's in Store of Me

Ripping Cruelty The only Ability
Black Hole Soul High on Hostility
Unearthly Rush Of Misanthrphy Pure
For this I'll Burn in Hell of Sure

Chronic Deviant Mood Reactions
Vindicative Instincts reeted with Glee
Conpletely Born and Built to Loathe
A Dreary Hell's in Store of Me

6. To The Death (Under The King)

Another Day
Of Misery Ablaze
Running Screaming
From Insanity's Reign

(It's) A Living Nightmare
Confused Mind
Carpetbombed and Pierced
By Utter Psychic Havoc

Pinehill Salvation
To the Death
Sore Trembling Haven
When (the) Pain Overwhelms
(What if death won't set me free)

Under the King Carnal Life
Hedonistic
Turning In (The) Animal
Alien, Unhuman
Detached from RAOM

Pinehll Salvation
To the Death
Sore Trembling Haven
When (the) Pain Overwhelms
(What if death can't set me free)

En Skygge Av Det Som Engang Var
I've become and Empty Soulside Shell
From my Solemn Hill in the Sunset
I throw myself to Grim Forverhell

1. Transilvanian Hunger

Transilvanian hunger cold cold
The mountains are cold soul cold
Your hands are cruel to haunt, to haunt careful
Pale forever at night take me
Can't you feel the call embrace me eternally in your daylight slumber
To be draped by the shadow of your morbid palace ohh,
Hate living the only heat is warm blood so pure so cold
Transilvanian hunger hail to the true, intense vampires
A story made for divine fulfillment to be the ones breathing
A wind of sorrow sorrow and fright the dearest katharsis
Beautiful evil self to be the morbid count
A part of the pact that is delightfully immortal feel the call
Freeze you with the uppermost desire transilvanian hunger,
My mountain is cold so pure evil. cold transilvanian hunger

4. I En Hall Med Flesk Og Mjød Skrevet Av Greifi Grishnackh

i en gammel ask hang en naskald gubbe
under en svart himmel hvorfra regnet fosset ned
ingen for dithen for aa hugge liket ned
for ingen kune vite hvorhen hengingen fant sted
ensom mann han var da han dro til valfars plass
han ankom iført brynje til en storslott grimt palass
tusen ar var gatt siden forrige mann kom dit
de grat av dyster glede da en sønn kom endelig
nor for det trolske gapet var en takeheim dypt ned
rekker av nors sønner vandret dithen nor og ned
ingen0 manglet grav og ingen manglet sønner
for de for av elle og sott dit til kuldeheimens senger
kun fa av vaktens barn kom til farens rike rad
for listig svik blandt dem førte flestemann dypt ned
dog kan man høre sangen hver en hedensk gammel høytid
ja for enna festes det balndt de trofaste ods sønner
nor for det trolske gapet var en takeheim dypt ned rekker av nors
sønner vandret dithen nor og ned i en gammel ask hang en
naskald gubbe under en svart himmel hvorfra regnet fosset ned
ingen for dithen for aa hugge liket ned for ingen kune vite
hvorhen hengingen fant sted

5. The Pagan Winter

Horned master of endless time
Summon thy unholy disciples
Trained for centuries to come.
Gather on the highest mountain
United by hatred;
The final superjoint ritual...
This, the pagan winter
Kept for the obscure (ones)
Candles hold the only light
Sextons hide in fear
For this eternal winter
A new god ruled the sky
The million hands of joy
Have something holy to burn
From the top of the world one could see
The white light servants flee
Engulfed in an infernal cyclone
Created by (our) blasphemy
Religious bodies crossed the sky
The vision was our wine
Roar of fire, feeble fools
Into the furnace fire

6. Grave With A View

I am allergic to my own tongue
Licking my wounds, end up in tears
I sweep my teeth in yellow spit
Rotting christ before my eyes
I spit in the mouth of the priest –
Revenge for those who died
So what if i am fuckin' insane
I'll fucking kill you anyway!
My very heart blows out of my fucking chest
And the beams go wild against the brown, brown wall
I hope they give me
A grave with a view...

9. Natassia In Eternal Sleep

Alcohol is in my veins
Tears fall as i think of you
The true memory you left me with
Is a key to the wine of melancholy
I drown myself in the deepest of sorrows
As you hurted on that stake they burnt my soul as well
Your pure feelings, your pure hate, it was not enough
Natassia, my beloved satanic witch
The power in your eyes and yourself
Worked for the numble in men
Pass the bottle, pass the knife
Pas me your unholy crafts
I shall never forget you, the best of all there is
I lick your cold lips, i embrace your coffin as i sigh in woe
You never kissed the priest, you never drank the blood of jews
Weird, they say – well, turn it upside down like you did
And they kill, kill, and they take you away...
Now, centuries later, i do yours and my sign
You live in me, like you moved in with my soul
Your resurrection is the spirit of you – installed in me
So now, your thoughts and your pain are my wine
And natassia, i'll get these goddamn angels drunk...

10. Cromlech

Into the abyss i fall
And dark is the reich of the dead
A portal to reach to the side
Where bodies fall from the sky
Solitude and peace of mind
Entombed in cromlech
Yes, flee over the river styx
And join the dead with joy
An ocean of blasphemy
Heathenish realm
And "do what thou wilt" as decoy
My prophecy is true...
We'll all make it through

11. In The Shadow Of The Horns

Face of the goat in the mirror
Eyes burn like (an) october sunrise
As once they gazed upon the hillside
Searching for the memories...
In the shadow of the horns
Only seen by the kings
Of the dawn (of the) first millennium
Upon the thrones
In the shadow of the horns
Cleansed like the air in the night
World without end
(We've become) a race of the cursed seeds
For five united forces
In the eternal dawn
The kings that held (their) heads high
The triumph of chaos – has guided our path
We circles the holy sinai – our swords gave wings
Invisible force of our abyssic hate
Our seeds boil as we gaze upon the new millennium
Weeping by the graves of the glorious ones
(So) the hardened frost melts away
Clouds gather across a freezing moon
I kiss the goat – witchcraft still breathes

12. Neptune Towers

Landscapes of frozen methane
Vast fields of blue dust before my eyes
I was sent here to describe and tease
The minds of the fantasy kings (of my homeland)
On a ship of curiosity i sail
((Oh) what treasure can be found here!)
And why must eyes face this
Unearthly show of morbid climate
Behind the neptune hillsides
They say the towers stand tall
Built by hands dissimiliar to mine
And brought alive
By hearts of ancient alien cultures

13. Under A Funeral Moon

On the day of my final sacrifice
The chilling steel open my veins
Blood staines my skin
Silver chalice must be filled
Drinking the poisoned blood
I enter my shadowed coffin
Two goathorns in my hands
I raise my arms and close my eyes
To receive the infernal hails
From my brother in the land of the damned
The howling wind blows in the naked trees
Moonlit fields are glowing in the dark
Below me, the path to the cemetary
Where my spiritual brothers take me
They halt at the shadows of an oak
My nocturnal funeral commence
Lying in my blasphemous sleep
I am lowered down to the pit
A raven sings my last song
As the wolves howl their goodbyes
The funeral moon glows strongly now
For i am nearly there
This night of late october
The darkside open it's gate
Morbid souls wait for me
???
Flowers of doom
Rising in bloom
You will see
Our immortality!

14. Skald Av Satans Sol

taken tetner mørket faller ondskap slumrer skogen kaller
taken tetner mørket faller ondskap slumrer skogen kaller
her ute i dyrets domene gjennom en dyster, gusten skog
engler løper, engler flyr vekk fra min egen kirkegaard
jeg star under en kald vind. taken letter fra engler flukt
jeg drikker fra manens kalde, bleke lys og hylder satans sol
en grusom ondskap siver inn og fyller kropp og sjel
en himmel av daudinger tortur og hat
taken tetner mørket faller ondskap slumrer skogen kaller
la meg for evig tjene de toogsytti evig falne
i den kolde mørke brønn av de slue sorte
verdig utropes jeg som den uhellige treenighets skald
naar helvete en gang kaller er det ingen vei tilbake
taken tetner mørket faller ondskap slumrer skogen kaller
taken tetner mørket faller ondskap slumrer skogen kaller

15. Iconoclasm Sweeps Cappadocia

Burn the crucifix.
Cremate the sould of the virginborn
Freeze the shadow of ashes and let
It float away by the thunder listener's
Intense eyelash movements under their
Concentration to open the cosmic lid
Cursh not only our surrounding walls
Of curiosity, but also the hordes
Of blind believers.

1. Weakling Avenger

Weakling avenger
On grains of drain
Life
Wielding ultimate death

Bombastic necrohell
Seeping in bitterly
Masked Beast temporarily
Revealing sick fear

Templates broken
Membranes burst
Sordid spilling wounds
Spineless locust embrace

Infertile foggy renderings
Failure
Sucked into the sorrowhole
Brutally avenging nothing

2. Raining Murder

Hung out to dry
Liquid rites engulf
Eaten alive
Again and again

It's raining murder here
And the caves are cold
I curse the skies
While the groud slides away

Sinking nowhere fast
Scorching upstream road
The chisel melts
And darkness falls forever

Too many words
Fighting backwards
Suicide, down the hatch
This one's for the dogfight

3. Sin Origin

Forward into the battle
That no one can win
Labyrinth trench on torn land
Sin origin, sin driven

I am of pride and contempt
A crossfire volunteer
Laughing while my world gets trampled
Life is just a shadow of death

Absurd hopeless rivalry
Ubertragic trinity
The damned one, swan and sunray
Sick engine; the piston hammers away

Unthankful future
Stands frozen in the biting winter sun
Crying as reality falls numb
Entertaining Satan on a wet electric stage

4. Command

Barbwired empty dreams
Existence is futile
Down deeper down
Rock bottom reality

Avoiding edges
Still drawn to death
Removing arsenic
Injecting strychnine

Sedated wound eternal
Static command factor
On course to pitfall
Nothing amounts to nothing

Avoiding edges
Still drawn to death
Removing arsenic
Injecting death

5. I, Voidhanger

Dreary bitter soulsets
Life runs painfully grey down the walls of time
Clenching onto the void
Laming intense shivering terror

Evolution of the mind
Severe plunging lightning
Cracking, trembling, reeling
The world left behind

(the) Beast hovering greedily
Waiting (insanely) to do me in
Struggling exhausted to the cold paramounts
Sliding down the razorblade of life

Evolution of the mind
Severe plunging lightning
Cracking, trembling, reeling
The world leaves you blind

6. Wreak

Muscle distracting sicksphere
Lacerate, damage, wreak
Colliding spikes, unlife

Labyrinth contageous
The world means nothing now
Immer, always blasphemous
Scepters raised in fucking fury

Suicidal winning streak
Decisions held by steel fists
The frames constantly slipping
With repent the reaper reaps...

Labyrinth contageous
The world means nothing now
Immer, always blasphemous
Scepters raised in hazy bloodrush

1. Rust

I come from a land
of systematic erasure of optimism and positivness
You don't want to encourage me

Slowly corroding your fortified norm
Leaving you bitter, grim and sober

With rigid cramp or silent fear
I strangle what you do hold dear
With rigid cramp or silent fear
evoking addiction, limp, severe

It's sin again
Like charcoal on flaming nuns
Consistence unknown like early black metal

We're born without armour –
don't you think I'm watching my back?!

With rigid cramp or silent fear
I strangle what you do hold dear
With rigid cramp or silent fear
Evoking addiction, limp; severe

2. Det Svartner Na

Trilingual babel bastards
Hate at first sight
Cryptic blame enhancer
onto greyer pastures

Hail Hail onward Hail

Agnostic results from satanic wombs
Satanic results from agnostic wombs

Hail Hail onward Hail

Det svartner na
Lindringen slutter
Lindringen avtar
Lindringens endelikt

Blazing azid
Devoid truth
Don't drink the water, they are rating you
Suicidal wrath on broken glass

Onward Hail

Det svartner na
Lindringen slutter
Lindringen avtar
Lindringens endelikt...

Satanic results from agnostic wombs
Agnostic results from satanic wombs

3. Fucked Up And Ready To Die

Stepping on twisted knives in miscreation
Norway be my grave
Increasingly insecure
Combine with stagnant joy

Half my life in your name
Fucked up and ready to die

Death just takes a moment
Suffering is forever

Let's leave this sinking ship together
The water of life will fill your lungs
Drink 'till you bleed
When contradictions fail to soothe

Half my life in your name
Fucked up and ready to die

Murder only takes a moment
It'll last you forever

4. Ytterst I Livet

Ytterst i livet
Geleider av fordervede faddere
Klorer seg fast
i horder av falske profeter

Kynisk propaganda
Over forkrøplede sinn
Oppvigleri og forledelse
Apati og fornedrelse

Omfavn økonokrist
Relikvider hensikt
I morgen, atter en renselse
i fossefar av bitter erfaring

Kynisk propaganda
Over forkrøplede sinn
Oppvigleri og forledelse
Apati og fornedrelse

5. Divided We Stand

Divided we stand
Knucklescraping pain
Unlocked and insecure
To be all open wounds

Down there I see you
No no, further
Feebly twinkling
Stellar filth
Redeemers wacked up like suicide

I'm out of my cage
no time for scars now (I'm beeing fed)
Brigades of contempt
Maximus Lord of Lies

Curling up
for (the) ironic residue
Feebly twinkling
Stellar filth

How many hasn't cursed the wall...
How many hasn't cursed the wall?!

6. Striving For A Piece Of Lucifer

Striving for a piece of Lucifer
Don't you know it can never be digested?
I've noticed a (certain) lack of demons lately
And it really worries me sick

Let's see who stands when the smoke clears
Keep kicking that litter our way
We ain't about to throw the fight here
We all shall die

No sense of sublime estetics
No clue about obscure origins
So high on centerfold wisdom
Some tombs will never be silent

Let's see who stands when the smoke clears
Keep kicking that litter our way
We ain't about to throw the fight here
We all shall die

7. In Honour Of Thy Name

Sinking deeper into the fabric
Investing more in the movement
Facing east
Skin 'em alive

Scar tissued shadows
Grease factories for weapons

Black Metal is the devil's fuel
Ram painted abattoirs
Hail the new born king
Join the dead (join the dead)

Beautiful goat regime
Venomous perils
Do you feel safe?
tomorrow will never end!

Bathing your singed hair in rust

Black Metal is the devil's fuel
Ram painted abattoirs
Hail the new born king
and join the fucken dead

2. Information Wants To Be Syndicated

Three inch health
Population copulation
Twice bitten
Lay down the law

It's great to see...
I've become what you hate
I grow
Information wants to be syndicated

Blame unintentionalism
Scared of pride
Hate what you don't understand
(I am) laughing all the way to the grave

It's great to see...
I've become what you hate
I grow
Information wants to be syndicated

Uninformed
Ill Informed
Comfortably dumb
Easily formed

Hail fuckin' darkness

3. Sjakk Matt Jesu Krist

Skadefro selvmordstanker
fra et liv på stengrunn
Konkav agenda
Mannevond!

Hammerslag på hammerslag
Sjakk matt Jesu Krist
Hammerslag på hammerslag
Sjakk matt Jesu Krist

Enkleste vein ut
Sørgmodighetens evakuering
Ubrukelige blodpenger
Sjelens vrakpant

UH!

Hammerslag på hammerslag
Sjakk matt Jesu Krist
Hammerslag på hammerslag
Sjakk matt Jesu Krist

4. Straightening Sharks In Heaven

It would take a world of executioners
to see the need of henchmen in everyday life
(the) credibility of the meek
Stained with the juice of frustrated priests

What you don't feel will hurt (you) in hell
I'm straightening sharks in heaven
What you don't feel will hurt (you) in hell
We're straightening sharks in heaven

(when) All you take for granted is fake
And all the angles are on the take
Fear the silent majority
When you hate, God can't see you

The sins you don't feel will hurt (you) in hell
I'm straightening sharks in heaven
What you don't feel will hurt (you) in hell
We're straightening sharks in heaven

5. Alle Gegen Alle

Demented anemic minions
Fuelled on crack propaganda
It's allright to love yourself
If you hate yourself

Alle gegen alle
Extract magic
Inflict havoc

Iconize yourself
Become a statue
So easily crushed
Watching the spoon glow

Alle gegen alle
Extract magic
Inflict havoc

Slay the dormant
stonesucking leech
Sing along to the bombs
ALLE GEGEN ALLE

6. Mann Tanker Sitt

Man tenker sitt...
Når tro ranker
Inkrøkt i seg selv
Kun klaustrofobi(en) er en redning

Man tenker sitt
Nag hammadi
Man tenker sitt
Avstemte skjebner

Stoisme på flatmark-
Bryt koden og kjenn (uhildet) smerte
Gjennomsyret av vrangsinn
(Dette) hamres inn i ondskapens kantstener

Man tenker sitt
Nag hammadi
Man tenker sitt
Avskrevne muligheter

7. Sacrificing To The God Of Doubt

The road is paved while we walk it
To the place where we pay for the sins
we have no yet paid for in life
Sacrificing to the God of doubt

Fuck hope
My empty stare just might make you
want to think twice

(more damage than) Misinformed philantropers
It's those christian thieves
Even the narrow path leads to Rome
Sacrificing to the God of doubt

Stray pulse
My empty stare just might make you
want to think twice

8. Hate Is The Law

Severed seven arms
Vienna 1683
Elitness opprør
i takt mot avgrunnen

Observe-
Orient– silent majority
Decide-
Act

Forflatet tro-
tvil i mente
Sprengkald agenda
bak mitt kyniske forsvarsspill

Observe-
Orient– silent majority
Decide-
Act

Sveket av Jesus
Forvirret Satan
-står de utydelige liv
som saltstøtter i kokende hav

1. The Cult Of Goliath

666 steps ahead
I can not be traced
You sense my presence here
Like fear of cancer

HAIL BABYLON!
The cult of Goliath
Scraping on my fence
Feeble religious slugs

You can not come inside
Inferior to the might
You criticize the Cult
Stumbling confidence under my blackfoot
Uh!

Hail Babylon!
The cult of Goliath
Superior crown wielder
Come of exclusion

2. Too Old, Too Cold

Nothing to prove
Just a hellish rock'n roll freak
You call your metal black
It's just spastic lame and weak

We're too old
Too cold
Too old
And too cold

Second to none
Like an angel unfucking born
Down with people
It's done
Racket Church
It' stillborn

We're too old
Too fucking cold

Nothing to prove
Just a hellish rock'n roll freak
You call your metal black
It's just spastic lame and weak

Second to none
Like an angel unfucking born
Down with people
It's done
Racket Church
It' stillborn

We're too old
Too cold
Too old
and too cold

3. Atomic Coming

Prepare your swollen apathy
Or forge numerous sturdy platforms
Behemoth tankers of mankind
Are now leaking nuclear fear

Atomic Coming! PREPARE
Atomic Coming! FORGE
Atomic Coming! BEHOLD
Atomic Coming! UNCERTAINTY UNFOLD

Choose your weapons, choose your direction
They're pulling rank through the clouds now
Or basking in the fossile smoke
– No one to fight but ourselves
HAHAHA

Atomic Coming! CHOOSE!
Atomic Coming! PULL THROUGH!
Atomic Coming! DISINTEGRATE!
Atomic Coming! FIGHT TILL DEATH!

5. Underdogs And Overlords

Revel in the glory of system failure
when arrogance marries power
conceal with the cloak of philantropie
let the stinking dogs lie

Evil takes all side
fast and untouchable
true, hard, raw and crusty
UNDERDOGS AND OVERLORDS

paa betryggende avstand av lysende itelleld
taafengt tro paa dine KRISTNE AVGUDER
hvert eneste fraial far bomeroens taake
hardhjerta rikosjetter i ditt tvijende sinn

SMIDD AV HAT
LENKET TIL GRIMHET
true, hard, raw and crusty
UNDERDOGS AND OVERLORDS

6. Whisky Funeral

Fuckin' forced to sleep
in this life
Enough there to be sober
in death

WHISKY
FUNERAL
WHISKY
FUNERAL

Brandish the brandy
Shrouds wave in fury
Raise the fever pitchers
To our glorious demise

WHISKY
FUNERAL
WHISKY
FUNERAL

Withdrawal trembling
This, the black weapon!
Hear the roaring sensation
Of my fuckin' flamboyant wake!

WHISKY
FUNERAL
WHISKY
FUNERAL

FUCK OFF!

7. De Underjordiske

De underjordiske
the first degree necros
ælia capitolinal
de som gaar I vanvittighet

ghost riders of europe
clan of exclusion
de frefaine
stein I aakeren

bifall trafall
fadermord I evangeliets livrnor
never learn from history
keep the wheels in motion

ghost riders of europe
clan of exclusion
de frefaine
stein I aakeren

8. Tyster På Gud

Det sekulære tyranniet
tyster på gud
ja, vi gener rått
på deree etiske masochisme

du føter AVMAKT
du skal ikke ha andre guder enn Meg

nye former for totaliær tenkning
hånd i hånd med stagnerande nedrustning, HAHA
du, fåfengte kontrafakiske historieskriver
yo should be fed to the living dead of Nairobi

du føter AVMAKT
du skal ikke ha andre guder enn Meg

9. Shut Up

Shut Up, Shut Up
I'll stick to my guns while you stick to yours
Sit Down
Let's not pretend that I'll have to use force
Are you Satan?
I don't think so
You Copy my style
and you call yourself a man.

You want a piece of me?
Yeah... you do
Begging for this and asking for that
Shut Up, Fucking Twat

Shut Up Fucking Twat

Shut Up Shut Up
I'll stick to my guns
Now you stick to yours
Sit Down
Let's not pretend
That I'll have to use force
Are you satan?
I don't think so
you copy my style
and call yourself a man

Never could fathom my hate
Unable to take a hint
You haven't got a clue
Satanism is lost on you.

10. Forebyggende Krig

The black weapon
War to prevent war
The dance of Narcissus
– with cancelled armies

Victims, do your job...
Die now – for your own good
Glorious fear worship
Don't mess with nothingness

Forebyggende Krig
Forebyggende Krig
Forebyggende Krig
Forebyggende Krig

1. Cromlech
"Кромлех"

Я погружаюсь в бездну...
Темнота поглощает мертвеца
И открываются врата небес Одиночество...
Погребённый в кромлехе
Я избегаю реку Стикс
И я счастлив
Бесчисленные богохульства
Царство язычества
И ты гибнешь в западне
Я действую правильно
Мы все пройдём через это

2. Sunrise Over Locus Mortis
"Восход солнца"

Мрак и холод царят в стране отбросов
Серый прах смягчает моё бесконечное падение
Потоками своих слез я рисую треугольник
Этот секрет оставил пастырь людей
Моя пылающая кожа падает на песок
Появляются святые ангелы
Я ору – "Лучше тащите по грязи их, чем меня !!!"
Мне ненравится такой способ смерти
Твои богоугодные старания причиняют мне больше зла
Я говорю что хочу
И моё сердце потокает мне в этом
Почернев, ты хрипишь – "Моя цель – чёрное!!!"
И Дьявол кричит мне – "Только я буду Господином!!!"
Ожидание начала темноты

3. Soulside Journey
"Путешествие вглубь души"

Я начинаю своё путешествие
В глубины души и мыслей
Посредством транквилизаторов попадаю в место действия
Я попадаю в тупик
Это закономерность моего удивительного приключения
Парящие во влажном воздухе смотрящие лица
Искалеченные, погружающиеся в пучину
Наступает безграничный ужас
Я – властелин мёртвых
Окружённый множеством свечей
Отвратительная, призрачная жертва кошмара
Нереально, психоделиеское путешествие
Верхом на мраке
Поиски глубины души

5. Neptune Towers
"Башни нептуна"

Открывается вид замороженного метана
Перед моими глазами бескрайние просторы
Покрытые голубой пылью
Я был послан сюда для описания и исследования
По приказу королей моей планеты
Я лечу на корабле-разведчике
(О, какие сокровища могут скрываться там)
Пока лишь перед моими глазами
Одни видения сверхъестественное– болезнетворного климата
Позади холмов Нептуна
Высятся ряды башен
Они нацелены пушками на чужих
И приносят в жертву чужие сердца

6. Sempiternal Past / Presence View Sepulchrality
"Видения могильного прошлого не отпускают"

О, я снова стою на коленях перед этим алтарём
В сыром, сумрачном лесу.
Я провозглашаю
Осенью листья не ощущают
Что крепит их к деревьям
Лёгкий ветерок теребит мои волосы
Один я помнил об этом все годы
Эта песня никогда меня не покинет
Прошлое безвозвратно утеряно

7. Grave With A View
"Величественная могила"

У меня аллергические прыщи на языке
От ужасных ран у меня текут слезы
Я сметаю свои зубы в жёлтую расчелину
Гниющий Христос перед моими глазами
Я раскалываю во рту священника
Месть за тез, кто умер
После этого я становлюсь ёбнутым
Как бы то ни было. Я охуячу любого
Моё бешенство стучащее сердце готово выпрыгнуть
Из моей ёбанной грудной клетки
И огромные пучки коричневого света упираются в коричневую стену
Я надеюсь, что они заберут меня в величественную могилу

8. Iconoclasm Sweeps Cappadocia
"Икона Святого Капподоция"

Пылающее распятие
Сожжённая душа невинного
Грех даёт леденящую тень
Плот подплывает к слушателю грома
Ужасная десница
Под её огромными веками происходит сильнейшая концентрация
Разрушает не только мучительно нами возведённые стены
Разгоняет толпы сумасшедших верующих

9. Nor The Silent (Whispers)
"Ни звука"

Открытая дорога
На многие мили простирается великолепный горизонт
Мы медленно погружаемся сюда
И приносим сюда свои сердца
Вершины берёз – середина для нас
Ни звука не издают души под стеклом

10. The Watchtower
"Сторожевая башня"

Полёт ноктюрнула, не отбрасывающего тени
Загадочный символ нашей потустороней жизни
Идёт борьба за священную землю
Трупы нашли здесь своё последнее пристанище
Могильный теман ночи с дуновением ужаса
Бесшумно катящиеся камни
Символы смерти
Наши мысли переплетаются
Появляются создания излучающие ослепительный свет
Души людей тянутся к небесам
Вспышка света по ту сторону бытия

1. Cromlech
"Кромлех"

Я падаю в бездну
Тёмный Рейх мертвецов
Портал к месту
Где тела падают с небес
Одиночество и душевное спокойствие
Погребено в Кромлехе
Да, беги над рекой Стикс
И присоединись с радостью к мертвецам
Океан Богохульства
Языческая реальность
И "Делай Что Пожелаешь" – приманка
Моё пророчество – правдиво
Мы все исполним его

2. Sunrise Over Locus Mortis

Тёмные и холодные пустыри
Серой пыли смягчаются когда мои трёхгранные
капли слёз покрывают землю
Эта тайна утерялась с клоком волос пастыря
Моя горящая кожа обьединяется с песками времени
Итак, появляются святые ангелы
"Тащите их через грязь" я крикнул
"Вместо меня"
"Это не та смерть, которую я выбрал –
ваши христианские испытания – неправильны!"
Я говорю, всё что мне хочется
Но моё сердце врёт
Чернёный ты говоришь
После – чёрный твой путь
Вызови мне врага
Я просто буду гордо стоять
Ожидая восход Тёмной Стороны
Восход Над Локус Мортис

3. Soulside Journey

У меня было это Ведение
путешествия моего разума и души
Сквозь тихие сонные пейзажи
Внутри закртых гробниц моего
девственного духовного опыта
Парю в влажном воздухе, вижу лица
Извивающиеся, погружающиеся через мой цвет
Космический Страх появляется, я держу мертвеца
Окружённый многими моими свечами
(Я жгу, что бы очистить воздух)
Гнилые нечистые кошмары жертвоприношений
Нереальное психоделическое путешествие
Верхом на Тьме
Поиск места Душ

5. Neptune Towers

Ландшафт замороженого метана
Широкие поля синей пыли перед моим взором
Я был послан сюда что бы описать и раздразнить
умы вымышленых королей (моей родной земли)
На корабле любопытcтва я плыву
(О, какие сокровища можно найти здесь!)
И почему перед моим взором этот
Таинственный пейзаж искажённого климата
За холмами Нептуна
Они говорят, что высокие башни стоят
Построенные руками иных
И оживлённые сердцами древних чужих культур...

6. Sempiternal Past / Presence View Sepulchrality

О, вновь я преклоняюсь пред єтим алтарём
В сыром, холодном лесу я произношу
Осенние листья, которые упали
И те, что ещё на деревьях
Бриз, который развивает мои волосы
Единственный, которого я ощущал все эти годы
Песни, которые я никогда не забывал –
Прошлое, которое теперь – Утрачено

7. Grave With A View

Я не выношу своего собственного языка
Зализывающего мои раны, кончать в Слезах
Я подметаю свои зубы в жёлтом плевке
Гниющий Христос перед моим взором
Я плюю в рот священнику
Росплата за тех, кто погиб
Ну и что с того, что я псих
Я убью вас в любом случае!
Моё серце лопается от моей
блядской грудной клетки
И лучи прорываются через коричневую стену
Я надеюсь что они мне выроют Могилу с видом

8. Iconoclasm Sweeps Cappadocia

Сожги распятье.
Сожги душу новорождённого
Заморозь тень пепла и позволь
ей улететь с слушателями Грома
Сильные движения рясниц под ихним наблюдением
Что бы открыть космические врата
Разрушь не только окружающие нас любопытные стены
Но и орды Слепых Верующих.

9. Nor The Silent (Whispers)

Открытая дорога,
как голубой горизонт
И ты можешь видеть Мили
Мы можем погрузится здесь
И мы принесём наши сердца туда...
Вершина Белых Деревьев
Ничего не значат для нас
Так же как и шёпот тишины
с душь стекла

10. The Watchtower

Ночной полёт, нет теней
Дальний знак нашей потусторонней
жизни не подалёку от нас
Священная Почва, Гниющеая Земля
Пепел к Пыли
Плоть Разлагается
Ласкание священной почвы
где лежали окоченелые трупы
Сырая погребальная ночь
Дуновенье Смерти
Молча наблюдаешь за камнями
положеными туда как символ смерти
Наши разумы обьеденились; Сила освещена
и появляется способность
ЧУЖАЯ сторожевая башня стремится
забрать их души в небо
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