Music & Lyrics by. . Hyt over kalde takers gys. Steg vakker sang fra alvers sal. Skogkledde ser i mnelys. Vandret han yjennon ukjent dal. . ---. . I grnne dyp, ak mrke trr.
My hallucinating killing need. Your journey into pain. Laugh at your attempt to kill me. I cannot be unmade. Eviscerated bitch. How little I think you're worth.
Uncontrollable death desire. Rules your darkened world. Ensnared in bitterness. And self inflicted misery. . Reality comes crashing in. Through your fragile world.
Music & Lyrics by. . H?yt over kalde takers gys. Steg vakker sang fra alvers sal. Skogkledde ?ser i m?nelys. Vandret han yjennon ukjent dal. . ---. . I gr?nne dyp, ?ak m?rke tr?r.
Time is drifting away. To form another day. With our without me. My faith to be. Tomorrow I will not see. "Be in the deepest of dreams. or the darkest of deaths.
Hyt over kalde takers gys. Steg vakker sang fra alvers sal. Skogkledde ser i mnelys. Vandret han yjennon ukjent dal. . I grnne dyp, ak mrke trr. Langs dunkle stler, slyngende.
As the earth does weep. the sun being set. Each flower moistened. like a melting eye. I have deserved all tounges. to speak their bitterness over me. The lake of my treasures darken.
Brutal orgy on flesh. A carnal feast for our lord. Feel your life float away. As I revel in your blood. . Maggots crawl in your flesh. Your life is ending here.
I construct a mechanical smile. And face the solid wall, with pride. Loosing, falling, tears in our eyes. Swirling like diordered flies. . Ceased and torn.
A life under God. Blind, still walking. Mental murder. Deaf, still talking. . Crime divine. Mind read, explored. All reason dead. Brainwashed, forlorn.
The healing nails sting my bleeding heart. Takes my breath away. Tear myself apart. The little girl in my bed has a gun to my head. Looks into my eyes.
[Music by Vold & Frode 1993-97, Arr. by Vold, lyrics by Vold]. . We are the lanterns of grief. come forth and visit us. we have stories to tell. and knowledge to share.
Colder than flesh. Stronger than thought. I dance with the demon. And your dream ends dark. . Hunting at night. Blood is my art. Red in sight. I'm killing in parts.
En sigende tke. hang i slrete strimler. langs bergveggens kam. Et de frostrike l. for mine bare ftter. spir av is, is av livets kilde. . Langt borte, bakom fjerne skrik.
A thousand deaths I've seen, my mind is scarred beyond repair. . Don't really care if I survive this life of mental despair. . Lies, lies, see the madness in their eyes.
The day of insanityextending like a dream, the outcast of any tribe is king. Generations drowned in self-indulgence and deceit, mass suicide the liberating end.
Holy man the liar, the madman and his call. Out on a crusade fishing for lost souls. Slimy holy snake selling false faith. Inject his lethal venom into weakened minds.
[Music & Lyrics by Kristoffer Austrheim]. . We who run from the presence of the sun. By the voived bitter gleam chasing darkness like a dream. All with weary tasks fordone 'scape the serpents tounge.
We who run. from the presence of the sun. By the voided bitter gleam. chasing darkness like a dream. All with weary tasks fordone. 'scape the serpents tounge.
Inherit the nightmares - can't put them to sleep. Rainstorm of chaos awaiting release. Speaking the truth - considered a crime. A world with murder on it's mind.