There will be no beauty. The secrets of the unborn. An angel's cries with it's shattered wings. The holy blood is spilled. I fell from grace, I fell into the.
Oh queen of the night, hear my call. I raised my sword as many times before. Calling for the empress to return. Opening my veins releasing my blood. And with the burning midnight mist she.
The slench in the air. is cold as a winter night. The loss of my inner guest. The fallen star faded away.... Deeper, deeper I sink. into the embrace of sorrow.
Crawling in grief. Across the distant fields. I am the desire of which engrawed thee.... The formation was set. An enormous storm arose. As the thirleenth night ablazed.
Scorching heat brings tears to my eyes. As I follow the shadows. Down below through the moonlit abyss. Riding the winds of damnation. Posessed by the hell-fires.
I stared into the broken mirrors of the universe. Dragged further unto the grasp of obscurity. Called by voices, called towards sin. As a black shape of death he sweeps across the land.
Skin, torn from the flesh of the petrified. Drenched by death and absorbed by its coagulating wood. When the final nails falls into its place and the devil stands by the helm.
[Originally performed by Massacre]. . Winter ice - terminal frost. Closing eyes of equinox. Dimensional change - darkening skies. The sphere is shackled till dusk.
Your final moon sets. On this night you shall die!. Your pathetic merciful god, where is he now?. He didn't listen to your cry. . We will come to you like thieves in the night.
Droning winds sang my name in choirs so silent and grievous. Imploring me to awaken, to enlighten my moonlit eyes. Famished, grinning in pain, branded stiff by those scorching rays.
[Darkthrone Cover]. [Bonus on LP]. . Transilvanenhunger. Kalt! ...Kalt. Die Berge sind kalt. So... kalt!. . Deine Hnde sind grausam. Spuk! ...Spuk !. Achtsam... bleich....
As the twilight gave birth to the night. I walked into the forest. The twisted trees clawing at the skies. These are my true domimions. The mist glows red and ablaze the sky.
Nacht fr Nacht und Tag fr Tag zittert es in mein Gebein. Denn sollte all jener Leben auch gar meines sein. . Trge ziehe ich immer fort, doch mit was sind wir bedacht?.
[Teil a) WIND DER VERWESUNG]. . [Instrumental]. . [Teil b) 112 JAHRE]. . [Instrumental]. . [Teil c) MEIN THRON AUF DEN LEIBERN]. . [VERSTORBENER FREUNDE].
In the black depths of my very soul. A vast emptiness lies so arcane and cold. Caressed by the icy touch of melancholy. Like the sweetest of poison it permeates me.
Endzeit,. Mondschatten,. Der Ewigkeit Trume. Der Vergangenheit Irrwege. Meine Krfte Herkunft. Des Erbes Mibrauch - ein Wanderer. Wonach gereicht es ?.
The veil of nocturnal beauty. Drowns the daylight flames. And so IT broods beyond the depths. of the horizon never seen by the eyes of man. Awakened by the twilight's kiss.
Albenstahl. - getrübt vom Wundtau meiner Kämpfe. Einst existierende. Dimensionen verlassend. . Schwaden schreienden Nebels -. wie Erinnerungen. Wie meine Gedanken.
Als der Himmel sich schwrzte, fielen unsere Brder. Mit dem sterbenden Licht eines klaren Wintertags. Erlagen ihre Krper dem blutroten Schnee. Und ber weite Felder - der Trauer - sah ich den Krieg.