I. PRELUDE TO THE DOOM. The Empty Eyes And Shaking Hands. Betray The State Of His Mind. Only The Pale Moon Light. Enlightens The Path Of This Lonely Man.
Hold On My People, The Sign Is In The Air. It Came Like A Whispering Of A Coming World. Rise Up, My Children - Your Day Has Come At Last. I've Seen You Suffering.
I Saw An Angel Coming Down From Heaven. With The Key To The Abyss And A Great Chain In His Hand. He Seized The Dragon And Bound Him For A Thousand Years.
[Music / Lyrics by Torbjrn Weinesj]. . I see your anger. I see your fear. . Time will slowly fade away the youth you hold so dear. You're six feet under.
Under the grey dust of oblivion. Foul by the leg of god on the cross. The bones of pagan kingdoms rest. Worshipped by their warriors. Praised by the psalms of the night.
My Pagan Fatherland (Evil Power's Night). . When the trees become back, the time comes. The red blaze appears in the sky. holding the clouds of hatred..
I don't regret anything the bridges of life,. Feeling the earth's cold on my face. I come to you,. Oh, wonderful death!. . Rending the sight,. Hiding the thought.
Where our world is - the land of full moon?. Will that once had been ever come back?. Where's your pride, White Man?. Has the cross veiled your eyes?.
Born because of Darkness. Full of primitive evil,. We life again.. . United by hatred,. We go hurting the weak. We kill enemies - purify the soul.. . Our existences are hymns to the glory of Darkness.
Endless night. Blood on mouth. Bloodred moon. At the sky. Forest around us. Prime home. Of cursed souls. . Black hateful metal. . Legions of evil. Heirs to the tradition.
A Dark Dream. . Yes, It is a Dark Dream,. and coldful hatred hidden behind it.... I'm still dreaming,. I've been getting stronger,. because of this dream for centuries....
On Epsilon, 14 billion strong. Cygnus has always struggled for control; they told me it could not be done. . Lies!. All they need is a technogenic disease.
Wandering below the frozen mountains. through the old vast woods. into the ancient realm. embraced by sacred roots. enlightened by the golden dawn that shines upon the path, the path of the lost.
Little girl in my arms turned eight months three days ago. Prety green eyes that cried when I scolded her. Married thirteen years, I loved my wife and my job.
I could tell you tales of morbid visions, thoughts from which I hide. . The fear within this shell that I call my soul reflects the darkness. This pit of agony into which.