Folg. Folg etter. Til Ondskapens hall vi drar!. Der det vendte kors pryder ferden!. Av Morkets Allmektighet!. . P kristi flesk vi spytter!. La det rtne!.
Følg. Følg etter. Til Ondskapens hall vi drar!. Der det vendte kors pryder ferden!. Av Mørkets Allmektighet!. . På kristi flesk vi spytter!. La det råtne!.
Nocturnal Fear. . [originally by Celtic Frost]. . Obscurity hides the plateau. Stars darken in their place. Nanna's glowing above. Illuminates the silent scenery.
Følg. Følg etter. Til Ondskapens hall vi drar!. Der det vendte kors pryder ferden!. Av Mørkets Allmektighet!. . På kristi flesk vi spytter!. La det råtne!.
Daylight has finally reached it's end. As evenfall strikes into the sky. Far away in the dark glimpsing moonlight. Sickening souls cry out in pain. . Whispering voices summoning screams.
It is 1999. The human race has to face it. They are confronted with the truth. It's secret--mysterious. . A surgeon said it in the news. The human race is dying.
"The witchborn queen, leader of demonic whores. Profane mistress, captor of sin. Sworn to feed the ill and the weak. and bring their women and men into temptation.
Aww yeah. Master of disharmony. Welcome my tainted soul. Take me from the hordes of the living. Into blessed darkness. . Master of disorder. Take my impure flesh.
In massing darkness we stand united,. raging above inferior sheeps.. A convoy of souls swept into the night,. hearts strengthened with black fire passion..
Annihilate!. the commotion breeding the perverse. for bloodbath is on your doorstep. a mass impending threat. the perfection of religion. becoming our death.
Oh, look at those lifeless leaves. All their precious pride is taken away. A lost creation for a graven image. Trembling of nothing but their own fear.
Incarnated marvels simplefied, effects from such a disconsalate kind. Impotence of the once so perfect living, erase and rewind. Stand rigid for the next battle, peace means reloading your guns.
By the light of the moon. And the beings of the night. A curse has been laid upon us. To seek and tear celestial gloss to pieces. . By the power of death.
Endelost du kriget pa steppene. Nadelost du herjet i fjellene. Du tok dine seire med storm. Knuste fienden ved din hand. . Oh, Attila!. Gjor meg til din tjener.
The apparition of two faces in disgust. Invisible but yet so clear. Reflections seen by a fugitive. Trying to escape the looking glass. . Blood runs from open wounds of false flesh.
Devoted to your own opiate. In escapades from discontentment. Are you shutting off from the outside world. To reflect on your mind shallow gutter?. . For this is your empire, this is your intrigue.
Hengitt er vi. Til Mørkets keiser. Den allmektiges kraft. (Som) Fører vårt sinn. I kamp. Mot godhet og løgn. Dog fiendens hær er fattig. Er den stor. Men vi skal ta dem alle.
Hengitt er vi. Til Mørkets keiser. Den allmektiges kraft. (Som) Fører vårt sinn. I kamp. Mot godhet og løgn. Dog fiendens hær er fattig. Er den stor. Men vi skal ta dem alle.
Hengitt er vi. Til Mørkets keiser. Den allmektiges kraft. (Som) Fører vårt sinn. I kamp. Mot godhet og løgn. Dog fiendens hær er fattig. Er den stor. Men vi skal ta dem alle.
Grotesquery Conceiled (Within Measureless Magic). . "In the shadows of my gallow. I'd rather absent the hallow...". . (For) Thy presence made pleasure of pain.