1.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
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.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.
4.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...
5.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.
6.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
7.Ravnajuv
I dype juvet, ein stad i Noregs land
tallse de samler sine
Ravnsorte vinge
Der akter de at rdslage
For tid at komme
minnes pest ukristen tid
Tidens begynnelse
Tidens slutt de a vil forme
Brere av sorg
Brere av hat
Brere av forakt
Brere 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
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