Landscapes of frozen methane. Vast fields of blue dust before my eyes. I was sent here to describe and tease. The minds of the fantasy kings (of my homeland).
(lyrics by Nocturno Culto). Desolate winter lifeless. Landscape. Halls of north frozen. Eagles and ravens domain. One-eyed master silently. Awaits to strike at dawn.
Man tenker sitt.... Når tro ranker. Inkrèkt I seg selv. Kun klaustrofobi(en) er en redning. . Man tenker sitt. Nag hammadi. Man tenker sitt. Avstemte skjebner.
Det garr en vei over fjellar. Inn I de dype skogers favn. Garder her led grusom skjebne. Ved likbaal sorget mang ca ravn. . Pesten trod den Norske mark.
Desert... Night.... Coyotes Feel the Cold Wave of The Dark. Red Eyes eats through. the Vast Nocturnal Landscape. A Strong Light - The Only Night. . This is where he made Sculptures.
Deprived of will. Myself I shall kill. Three feet in the grave. Deprived. Decaying soul. . Lifeless. Lifeless. . Portal of fear. In hatred. Barren life.
Face of the goat in the mirror. Eyes burn like (an) October sunrise. As once they gazed upon the hillside. Searching for the memories. . In the shadow of the horns.
Three inch health. Population copulation. Twice bitten. Lay down the law. . It's great to see. I've become what you hate. I grow. Information wants to be syndicated.
Burn the crucifix.. Cremate the sould of the Virginborn. Freeze the shadow of ashes and let. it float away by the Thunder listener's. intense eyelash movements under their.
["The Dance of Eternal Shadows" on "Under a Funeral Moon"]. Lover of all. face the Apocolypse. you fade away under the black rain. and flowers remain.
Sinking deeper into the fabric. Investing more in the movement. Facing east. Skin 'em alive. . Scar tissued shadows. Grease factories for weapons. . Black Metal is the devil's fuel.
Dreary bitter soulsets. Life runs painfully gray down the walls of time. Clenching onto the void. Laming intense shivering terror. . Evilution of the mind.
Dreary bitter soul sets. Life runs painfully gray down the walls of time. Clenching onto the void. Laming intense shivering terror. . Evolution of the mind.
Ien gammel ask - hang en Naskald gubbe,. Under en Svart himmel - hvorfra Regnet fosset ned.. Ingen for dithen - for a hugge liket ned,. for ingen kunne vite - hrorhen hengingen fant sted.
Ien gammel ask - hang en Naskald gubbe,. Under en Svart himmel - hvorfra Regnet fosset ned.. Ingen for dithen - for a hugge liket ned,. for ingen kunne vite - hrorhen hengingen fant sted.
Severed seven arms. Vienna 1683. Elitness opprèr. i takt mot avgrunnen. . Observe-. Orient- silent majority. Decide-. Act. . Forflatet tro-. tvil i mente.
I am the thousand storms (fountain stone?) of the black heart. I am the desert of redemption (redemption). I soar on dead wings of sin. I am freedom with cracked virginity (cracked virginity).
I am allergic to my own tongue. Licking my wounds, end up in Tears. I sweep my teeth in yellow Spit. Rotting Christ before my eyes. I spit in the mouth of the priest -.
Naberg reiste seg, når ved. Mannahemens garden. Økstid, Sverdtid, ufred var der ikke. Dog var er byllepestens plager. . Ingen gjestet frender. Ingen gjestet prest.