Lost, misguided minds, feverish dumb. I wonder how your life will end one day. Your soul is caught in a smiling web of sins. You bring the world to it's knees, again and again.
[music: Jivarp, Henriksson]. . now as the lights go down. deeper now it seems than long before. there are no noises here. just a silence gone bad. something I will never hide.
Up from the North we come. From the land of a thousand lakes. A heathen force from the once proud Northland. Where pines are covered with snowflakes. Pagan warriors, hear our battlehymn.
My spirit's rising/my mind is falling/my soul is burning/sweet salvation. Now the road is paved enough blood is spilled/the path is gone...my fate fulfilled/the gate in front of my eyes/where sweet salvation lies.
Via the paths of the four winds. Through the icy valleys and hills. They came led by two ravens. The messengers from the hall of the slain. . Warriors of a thousand battles.
You're waiting for the gates. To be raised. When you walk through. Your life will change. Time after evil. Hour after fear. It's the moment in life. When souls unite.
You're welcome my children of the Night to my world of chaos/sanity is just a weird form of madness/open your pity souls and taste the power of my dark spirit.
set against these hardest hours. anger paled, for in this fear. the theft of privacy. we all see it break sometimes,. see it tear us apart. that which left behind.
dark red blood colours me. a thick black cloud lies over. blood rains down from an angel's cunt. I drink the liquid of power. . entering my black dreams.
My mind between day and night/good and evil like two sides/of a coin made of madness/sometimes dark sometimes bright. Innocence and guilt only shapes of a game I cannot win/lust and despise only pattern no one to blame.
Mental Blindfolds on. Early on the fascination intense. How to discern just where right belongs. . Something has got to give. These things I just don't want you to see.
The night-wind swallows you. Eats you up in lust and smiles, silently. Sleep, sleep, sweetheart. Dream and forget our misery. . A mortal fever haunts the dying earth.
In the eyes of the moon I see you. The face that brought my soul joy. In the reflections of the sun I feel you. The cross that brought me hate and pain.
Disaffected, left to internal struggle. let ring with the cries of disaccord. They told of outposts firm as trees. Whispers laid no basis for. the plunge to the chasm depths.
All God's children need travelling shoes. Drive your problems from here. All good people read good books. Now your conscience is clear. I hear you talk girl.
w the road is paved enough blood is spilled. the path is gone...my fate fulfilled. the gate in front of my eyes. where sweet salvation lies. I always had to play along.
a forthcoming snowstorm I hear. whispering from the dark. freezing winds blow through. the promised land of god. heralding the nocturnal rising. of the black breath of evil.
I lost more I ever gained. far away, far away.... Thunder die, heartache cry. Star-crossed light never meant far, far away.... Whisper trance-enchants and fear!.
Scars torn open. Bondage slave. Eating my wrists. A thrust that numbs the pain. . Secondary now the instinct. Thrust beyond control. Chaotic, are the tracks before me.
The far north. Between the snowy falls. We stand - we think. The time that passed. ...The times that are gone. . For they reminded us. Of the times of glory... our pride.