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Da Den Kristne Satte Livet Til Min sjel den glødet Og mitt sinn det lengtet Etter å få fatt i en kristen faen I det kalde mørket jeg ventet med vinden Det ulte som besatt av fanden
Jeg ventet Åh, som jeg ventet Tiden virket som evig Men endelig fikk jeg øye på stakkar'n Jeg hevet min knyttede neve Og skrek
Svake kristne! Dø i natt! Jeg skal flerre din sjel i to! Du skal føle makten jeg har fått av mørket! Din tid er omme! Også din tro!
…også din tro…!
Be om nåde du stakkars faen Og min latter skal atter runge Høyt i nattens kulde Der frosten fryser din siste Tåre…
Svake kristne! Du døde i natt! Med et kraftig hugg tok jeg din skalle! En blodig slakt som til syvende og sist Hvis stemmer(Vil)for alltid i dødsriket gjalle!
[english translation:]
[when the christian lost his life]
My soul did glow And my mind did yearn To get hold of a christian fuck In the cold darkness i waited with the wind It howled as if possessed by the deVil
I waited Ahh, i waited! Time seemed eternal But finally i got sight of a poor one I raised my clenched fist And screamed
Weak christian! Die tonight! I shall tear your soul apart! You will feel the poor i was granted from darkness! Your time has come! So has your faith's time...
...so has your faith Pray for mercy you pitiful fuck And my laughter shall once again resound Loud in the cold of the night Where frost will freeze your last... Tear...
Weak christian! You died tonight! With a might blow i cracked your skull A bloody slaughter From which voices will forever resound in the kingdom of darkness
Chaos Without Prophecy The quest for azunda hath drawn nearthe young king, the chaos he bringswith iron grip's sword, chants come forththe child of dark he isin prophecy, chaos not nearin chaos, prophecies beganthis child of dark, hath foreseenhe makes his own destinythe magic he creates is from his willthe magic of azunda, he shall receiveiron grip's sword guides his pathto the place which is no morethe journey to this place is creationin this creation, he shall beliving for himself and his destinyin his path, lies of the propheciesin his mind he sees anotherwho wishes to receive, azundahe sees light within in his enemyand laughs at the prophecyhis will and his word is his sorceryhe is waiting for theeto put an end to this prophecyazunda, give your power to methe child of dark has found theeand now must destroy, evil theeiron grip's sword has gone through theenow, azunda is mine for all to seethe king's task has been completethe chaos has begun for all to see
Blood Hunger Doctrine Man and his faithful ethics Intoxicated by the fruits of the earth Diabolical fanatikism, so cold and grim The perfect perversion, bestiality incarnate
As instruments of torture And leaving no room for sympathy We bring forth the monstrous birth To the worlds light
As all great art is made from suffering So are we Good in nature, but evil by our own free will Incestuously created by the will to kill
Time is here to walk the final abyss march Bound to the force of the last holocaust Pour free the gifts of grace And slaughter the entire human race
Not permitted to redemption When pain rises high in purgatory A reality so convincingly justified Feeding from death cult's gown
We bring forth monstrous birth To the worlds light
Awake Samples from the film "the dead", an adaptation of james joyce's short story from his book] "six o'clock on a christmas morning..." "and for what?" "well, isn't it for the honor of god, aunt kate?" "i know all about the honor of god, mary jane."
Six o'clock the siren kicks him from a dream Tries to shake it off but it just won't stop Can't find the strength but he's got promises to keep And wood to chop before he sleeps
I may never get over But never's better than now I've got bases to cover
He's in the parking lot and he's just sitting in his car It's nine o'clock but he can't get out He lights a cigarette And turns the music down But just can't seem to shake that sound
Once i thought i'd get over But it's too late for me now I've got bases to cover
Melody walks through the door And memory flies out the window And nobody knows what they want 'til they finally let it all go
The pain inside Coming outside
So many ways to drown a man So many ways to drag him down Some are fast and some take years and years Can't hear what he's saying when he's talking in his sleep He finally found the sound but he's in too deep
I could never get over Is it too late for me now? Feel like blowing my cover
Melody walks through the door And memory flies out the window And nobody knows what they want 'til they finally let it all go
But don't cut your losses too soon 'cause you'll only be cutting your throat And answer a call while you still hear at all 'cause nobody will if you won't
[samples from the film "the dead", an adaptation of james joyce's short story from his book] "six o'clock on a christmas morning..." "i know all about the honor of god, mary..." "i know all about the honor of god, mary jane."
Architecture Of A Genocidal Nature A dismal universal hiss, the sound of public scorn The brush that sweeps across the spectral fields This landscape is not without a sense of epic wonder A vast scale that places this sprawling underworld Into a realm of frames
With a blood-storm fading into the distance Floating without directions over this smouldering landscape Caught in a moment of transformation These shades of anatomic malignant nature Approached on another in an unpleasant way Frozen in the act of speech, desperate to express it's state Created in a shape to accommodate a wide variety of demonic forms The realm of the benighted aristocracy of evil most pure
This is where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep
Emerged from the depths of the earth gasps It rages against mankind, to annihilate the earth and worse It spills the blood like rain, the beauty of death it represents
Devouring their flesh with a razorblade smile Genes would still blindly carry on smouldering ember of hell Limned with gold leaf, the scarlet brush That sweep all traces of time, place and pattern
Total death in every nation Monuments of vanquished civilization Just as brilliantly removed ruthlessly eliminated The cornerstone of human emotions Has now been drained away I saw death of a most uncommon nature
Allehelgens Død I Helveds Rike Vren er aktens utfoldelse og tanke Vten hemning i ukjent ekstase Ei ett tilbørlig ønske om a avle avkom for gud Frivillig nedsmittet og gjennomsyret I kjødelig sødme Fengslet av logn og vlydighet
Menneskets skrøpelige atferd Må tuktes med heder og ære blir det sagt Men godhet fødte evig ondskap kun Da edens tyrann skjenket frukten
Visdom berikes fritt i dyrets mangfold Når himmerikets salige urett Og svulstige barmhjertighet Vekker forkastelse ved vårt åsyn
Gnisten har slått flamme Og piner i pestilensens vilje De ynkelige slaver knelende i skam Besvangret med skyld og miskunn
Ætlinger som sverger eden Med troskapsløfte om å vgjøre freden A styrte himmelslavers velvære Og triumfere i kulde til dyrets ære
Vredens beger renner over I forherdelse fra opprørdjevlers svovelvind Glødende, fra regionen av belial's barn Avlet hinsides harmens trossende tind
De siste tegn fra kristi tepende engler Brenner ubønnhørlig i ravnens ild
[2. bolum tekrari]
Smertefull og blek er døden Med blodstyrtning fra lysets gild Dødens fremmøte sparer ingen Det fromme liv kveles av egne tunger Den kosteligste jord blir pyntet Med fattigdom og hunger
Utspente vinger over mørkets dype svelg Satt til verden for å meske seg Med pest og død Fråtsende i synd og hor
Overmakten fra polens bastarder Naren behag i syndens hierarki Et evig liv i paradis Er fullkommenhet i satans dynasti
Absolute Sole Right As cyclones detach from the world above And all the other worlds beneath them flow Timewinds caressing the dust of cold memories Sought, to strive in twilight mist and penal fire
[chorus:] As daylight suffers, night time recollects For what wind hath drawn near, so near:
Death has a contract on life and hell in-between What was once not certain is now foreseen
When the pendulum is in it's reverse factor Rivers run red and skies turn black Accuracies of bloodbaths liberate from within Conquests of a crooked cross and its coming loss
A magisterial maintenance of diabolic education Where the opposite of innocence paves way for intelligence Where pearls are chained for each tragic event The glorification of deviance in progress
Liars in wait tries to quench their thirst for more Drowning victims of a parallel universe The scum of the earth, a rejoice of fouls The world hates you for being precise
A Succubus In Rapture Illness and plagues, torture and blight Is what she brings Mocking holy standards, deceiving feeble fools Is what she loves Granted with powers, gifted with magic Watching the world through raven eyes
Damned woman mischievous whore Heretic princess Devil's own
Her seductive elegance Excites your weak flesh Her diabolical beauty Enchants your bewildered mind
You damn woman You mischievous whore You heretic princess You are Devil's own
A serenade made out of black magic She has learned to set souls afire And makes sure that you never Will leave it's trance Her diabolical beauty Enchants your bewildered mind
A Succubus In Rapture Illness and plagues, torture and blight Is what she brings Mocking holy standards, deceiving feeble fools Is what she loves Granted with powers, gifted with magic Watching the world through raven eyes
Damned woman mischievous whore Heretic princess Devil's own
Her seductive elegance Excites your weak flesh Her diabolical beauty Enchants your bewildered mind
You damn woman You mischievous whore You heretic princess You are Devil's own
A serenade made out of black magic She has learned to set souls afire And makes sure that you never Will leave it's trance Her diabolical beauty Enchants your bewildered mind
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