Wapen

They raise their fists into the sky. Many didn't suffice to bring the death to some of them. They prayed to Gods they died with pride. Some of them sufficed to bring the death to all.

Wigand

Wenn still des Waldes Grun regiert,. schenk ich meiner Seele Ruhe ein. Will gefeit sein dem wilden. Sturm, welchem ich uberlegen werd sein. Der Opfer Gebein sterkt meine Klinge,.

Zeichen Von Zauberkraft

Sie schuf er,. sie schnitt er,. sie ersann Siegvater. durch den Trank,. der getropft war. aus Heiddraupnirs Haupt. und aus Hoddrofnirs Horn. Sie schuf er,.

Save Yourself

Shaking and mumbling, you calmly drop your weapon and take a look around. The cracks beneath the floorboards revealed wandering eyes. But you didn't care to check, you didn't care to check.

Take A Breath

You're talking to yourself, there's nobody home. And you know you're alone, you know you're alone. You did this to yourself, you're not innocent. We remember the day you said things that you meant.

With Closed Fists

The cheap politician got his way, and there's nothing you can do. His appealing nature wants to play, and he's ready to pursue. . So take a step back 'cause you want nothing to do with this.

Eski Dostlar

Unutulmuş birer birer. Eski dostlar, eski dostlar. Ne bir selâm, ne bir haber. Eski dostlar, eski dostlar. Unutulmuş birer birer. Eski dostlar, eski dostlar.

Ad Hominem

The quintessence. Of mediocrity. Is the monument. Of your mortality. Ashes you were, ashes you will be. . Whatever. The name of your god. Whenever. The end of your world.

Arbeit Macht Tod

I like the smell of a dead child. Whose I cut the throat. After torturing him a bit. For nothing but pleasure. . Innocence bleeds. As the feeble lamb lies.

Auschwitz Rules

Crowded like animals. You're the waste of existence. Doomed to ignorance. You'll disappear in shame and pain. . The spectre of Auschwitz is hauting your minds.

Delirium Tremens

Devant la symphonie oppressante,. L'art macabre se doit d'operer par des executions massives,. Car l'essence meme de l'etre humain est aujourd'hui corrompue..

Invocation Of Madness - The Art Of Schizophrenia

They are in my head.... . Spasm and cerebral tortures. Inspired to macabre illusions. Wisdom versus madness such a mental inquisition. This is the art of schizophrenia.

Nuclear Black Metal Kampf

Cold rains of blood. Falling overnight. The persecuted mass. Is screaming of pain and despair. People running everywhere. The victory has begun. Unholy thoughts through deeds of wisdom.

On Your Ruins We March

Planet Zog

Insipid and trifling. It's the mistress of spiritual masturbation. At the edge of rupture - Mother of all wounds. Incessant absurdity - Stagnation turning to involution - Even hoping for congratulations.

Ritual Of The Depraved

Everyday eating excrements. Kneeled your head in the bog. Hard or soft no importance. Taking pleasure in decadence. Children and professional success.

Slaughter The Pope

Your senility reflects your dying religion. Decades of reign among the perverted lambs. Praising tolerance and forgiveness. But concealing Holy Inquisition's deeds.

Soldiers Of Wotan

Born under the banner of valour. Defending their land sword in hand. They will die as proud warriors. And will be welcome as kings in Valhalla. . Savagery and genius of war.

The Dithyramb Of Sadism

Welcome to the last journey. . No luggages needed. Come in, all! It's free. We invite your family. To join the herd of useless beings. . Irrelevant hope.

The End

The end. . Can you hear the macabre silence?. Can you smell the putrefied flesh?. Can you taste the vomit in your mouth?. Can you see the inexorable tragedy?.