Born into a field of flowers, to slowly wilt away Sheltered by wings, delicately smothered by blindness Ridden by the clawed hoofs of tyrants Released
Summon thy hidden wisdom, gather the unholy hate Winter is at hand, frozen my tears will be Created by blasphemy The edge of my sword, the powers of my
Without beginning, without the end (our lifeblood) the road for the spiritual outlaws is never ending and so is the hunt for all those answers the devil
Grey heavens, no light shed Bleak day, change is ahead Oval mountainside, naked cold Unreleased powers, no fright Slide down sorror, smell what comes
in these dreams of demons Wondering how he could open the gate to dark medieval times And bring forth to the domains of Satyricon Two great spears and
The soul (when) stripped of all lies in the hands of what? Inner chaos roars, nerves boil Now, where to go... A lifetime of slow inner death, how torture
Fitlhgrinder, no-love machine, cleaner unknown to remorse and pity cynical, electrical fucking murderer What a scenery, the heavy pulsebeat of the Unholy
Forhekset av tidenes vind, Besatt av Nattens kalde gufs Under ravnsvart himmel de bedriver Blodskam og hor Med skingrende stemmer de pakaller Dypets makter
Scornful, relentless memory Ripped of all but drive Undressed by betrayal Zero tolerance for the souldead Wish I was the violence, inflicted upon you
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Du som hater gud og kristent liv Foler hans naervaer som en bitter kreft Her ma det skjendes og skjendes kvasst Himmerikets enger dynket i blod Hater
Kampen mot gud og hvite krist er i gang Evig minnes vi de tapre som levde under vA?r hordes hammer Evig er krigen mot de av lyset, til de mA?ter dA?dens
I am the beast in passionate pain I am the grim being of the highlands Of the other side... I am winter when you freeze I am the hammer and you are the
In the mist of the shadows by the river of the fogpalace Two great spears and a flag of dominion and hate Over the chasm riders of doom And sometimes
The secret Lights in the Sky Vision All one It seems The Blades are sharpened They will all learn Yes, Destroy your Dream Your Desert of Dreams It's
Evig minnes vi de tapre som levde under var hordes hammer Evig er krigen mot de av lyset, til de moter dodens ansikt, dodens kulde Vinder av kulde skal
As I walk With a Spirit Into the binding Forest In Fog and Darkness I walk I disappear Into the mighty Forest It's beyond the sweet And tainted
Wonder how it would be to be the great Redeemer the one to bestow upon you life and death the one to poison you when you're down or to be the one to hand
