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In Death's Embrace (Live)
By the light of the moon
And the beeings of the night
A curse has been laid upon us
To seek and tear celestial gloss to pieces
By the power of death
And the shadow of the reaper
A call has been brought upon us
To complete the infinite fall of heaven
Without the wit or will to end this journey
We continue travelling towards our faith
Harvesting helpless Christian spirits
Raping the sanctity of saints
The heavenly father is streching his hand
Pathetically begging for mercy
We spit and piss on his sacred flesh
As we breathe the breath of the unholy
For with the sign of the pentagram
Hellfire rage is for us to come
As we shall wander the pit
Uhallowed by the infernal one
We are forever captured
By the embrace of death
Hybrid Stigmata - The Apostasy
Invisible but yet so clear
Reflections seen by a fugitive
Trying to escape the looking glass
Blood runs from open wounds of false flesh
The one in front of the mirror exceeds the image
Eager to leave further but chained still
To crumble into such nothingness
A despairing fate, for your lies
To pretend is the lunatic's legacy
Privileged to bolt the nails of heresy
Born lifeless into a world of coma
As the chronic sufferer trapped in paradise lost
Missing insinuations of what life was meant to be
Angels and demons, a march man's bewildering hosts
[chorus:]
The charlatans and deceivers walk the line in prejudice
The narrow slits the veins in search for the crown
Profound impatience makes the blind struggle in stupidity
The paradox of the daily prayer, diffidence is confiteor
Phenomena of ironies, cast the litany aside
How intelligible, blessed be the forgetful
Holding the banner high, unrestrained
Slowly abandoning the surface in contempt
Still in costumes to please the ways of living
Witnessing the details of defilement, intoxicating
Make sure to be pleased with the ways of your death
For in days of reckoning and when the twilight torn is ticking
Elysium is halfway and as an answer to the plea
You're destined to yield fragments of hell in return
Leave unnoticed with the perfect conscience
With the strength of the spiritual eye
Spirits of the token unchained and free
Recover from the philanthropic macabre frenzy
The pale dove grins, black at heart ready to flee
Demon to some, angel to others
Hunnerkongens Sorgsvarte Ferd Over Steppene (Re-recorded Version)
Endeløst du kriget på steppenenådeløst du herjet i fjellenedu tok dine seire med stormknuste fienden ved din håndoh, attila!gjør meg til din tjeneroh, attilata meg til din hærdu levde i mørkedu vandret i sorgdu plyndret med stål til hesten stolt og stridig kongesom erobret hver en borgfor så å heise fanen til festattila, hunnernes kongekrigenes herre, vår fardu hentet din styrke fra mørkeog på tokt med deg jeg nå drar
Hunnerkongens Sorgsvarte Ferd Over Steppene
Endeløst du kriget på steppene
Nådeløst du herjet i fjellene
Du tok dine seire med storm
Knuste fienden ved din hånd
Oh, attila!
Gjør meg til din tjener
Oh, attila
Ta meg til din her
Du levde i mørke
Du vandret i sorg
Du plyndret med stål til hest
En stolt og stridig konge
Som erobret hver en borg
For så å heise fanen til fest
Attila, hunnernes konge
Krigenes herre, vår far
Du hentet din styrke fra mørke
Og på tokt med deg jeg nå drar
[english translation:]
[the king of the huns' sorrow black journey over the steppes]
Endlessly you fought on the steppes
Unmercifuly you ravaged in the montains
You took you victories with storm
Cruched your enemies with your hand
Oh, attila!
Make me your servant
Oh, attila!
Take me into your army
You lived in the darkness
You wandered in greif
You plundered with steel on horse
A proud and stubborn king
Which conquered each fortress
To so hoist the banner to feast
Attila, king of the huns
King of warriors, our father
You gathered your strength from the darkness
And on plundering i now with you go
For The World To Dictate Our Death
Let us sit by and watch
Death and destruction's devotees revel
Let us sit back and witness
Innocent semen being poured
Into the arms of armageddon
Let it pour, more and more
Pure fucking armageddon
Let it pour more and more
Reason faithfully defiles
On bloodstained hands
Where graceful motion
Are lost arts
There are only battles to be lost
In the kingdoms of the blind
For those who seek salvation
In the dust of the earth
Will only find wrath
In the sands of time
Engulfed by the desert
We taste death in the dry heat
The disciples of prophetic ablution
Had sworn to let the skeptics bleed
For great are their love for warfare
Henchmen of the disastrous creed
Watch us all celebrate in their name
The lambs of our time being slain
Awaiting the final perdition
Defeat against all and everything
For whatever adorned righteousness
Justice never wait for the guilty to speak the truth
[2. bolum tekrari]
For mankind so hated the world
That it gave all it's begotten sons and daughters
That whoever believed the lie
To perish and receive everlasting hell
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
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