1.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
2.Inn I De Dype Skogers Favn
Det gaar en vei over fjellet
inn i de dype skogers savn
Garder her led grusom skjebne
Ved likbaal srget mang en 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 frossen,
gjorde huden veik under en norrn himmel
Det gaar en vei over fjellet
inn i de dype skogers favn
Langsom vandring frer meg
inn i det dunkle skogsriket
For aa finde en gard, eldet og forlatt
fra en ensom, sort og endels natt...
3.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...
4.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
5.Summer Of The Diobolical Holocaust
Come the Raging Chaos, Rule Power from your Soul
Pure Demoniac blessing as I Kill Myself in Woe
All Souls Coloured the Face of the Moon
Shall suffer the Eclipse
You must Know that I no longer can see
the difference of Dream and Reality
For the Walls have been sieged
And Conquered by our
Dark Satanic Blasphemy
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
I am Free...
Hearses are Raining from the Open sky
Meglomania 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
6.The Dance Of Eternal Shadows
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...
Lover of All - Face the Apocalypse
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.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 Come 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 Possess me.
We'll Ride the seven Sins of Death
that takes me to Katharsis.
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.
8.Under A Funeral Moon
On the Day of my Final Sacrifice
the chilling steel Open My Veins
Blood Stains 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 Brother take me
They Halt at the Shadow of an Oak
My Nocturnal Funeral Commence
Laying 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!
9.Unholy Black Metal
When the Sun has Died
When the Angels are Blind
When the Fog Lies Thick
Over the Palace of god
When the Fullmoon Lights the Earth
When the 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 Beliefs of Easter lands
are Raped and Raped again
When the Whore of Babylon Rides
When Pity turns to Hate
When all Sons of Satan
Sodomise the Lambs of christ
When the Gates have all been opened
When the Funerals Never End
When Satans Power Paint our Hearts
and Satisfies our Souls
When Witches Burn the priests
When the Ancient One Returns
When the Demons Ride the Nuns
with their Horns of Dark Desire
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