Although I don't hold true the force. A Broken core may never mend. But Seen have we - that light may end. And dreams are always washed away. . Escape the pain - for another day.
what crime is worth the signature - right. what lie is worth the sacrifice. of knowing you are true to yourself. of holding in a truce this our time in life.
for I feel, as fallen pain. scold myself with useless blame. drag the blade across my lips. purge the lie, release my fist. . as far as I as one have come.
what's trust in a (self)-driven world?. what's worth when a skewed view is all I've held. anchored here I plea for embrace. alone I'm here, with none to give me my place.
Forget the shell, liberate the will. Let the body fold, and die with their own. And I have no eyes, no soul left to hide. We drop the vice, embrace lightless rise.
[Music by Nattefrost '92]. . The vast windswept wastelands,. Cold horizons opens.. Many traveller has set their course from here,. Few of them have returned..
I have died from within. The beginning of an end. But I still stand. Seeing red. The anger made me strong. . The vision was mine. Horizon becomes vast.
The self-mutilation. Necrosis of the soul. Dark is the shadows of life. Hot as Hell. . You take the matters into your own hands. From now on it's downhill.
[R.Nattefrost '94]. . Come death. before it slips through my hands.. . Like long-drawn echoes merging far away. to a deep and pounding harmony.. Vast as the night and as vast as light..
Evil surrounds you, channelling hell. Through the seal.... The only answer lies within. Beholder of all sorrow. The root of damnation, eternal dedication.
[J. Nordavind '95]. . From the thunder and the storm. Another winter has sneaked upon me again.. There's something strange going on here. on these great cold coastals lines..
Come on dead man. You have slit your wrist. Bow down dead man. And slit your wrist again. Cut!!! Cut!!!. . Razorblade baby. Kill yourself girl. You Christian women.
Eternally sounds the mighty waves. A Triton's hymn round a rock strewn grave. The passing sigh for the bones that moulder. Over the Nordic Black Sea, where the winds blew colder.
He lives in a old house on the hill. This elderly man of dark secrets. Haunted by the memories decades ago. Which shaped this man throughout his life.
[J. Nordavind '92]. . The night is cold and brilliantly clear.. Peak after peak of glorius ice mountains. rose into the dome of the darkened skies.. Jagged crystal teeth queezed between.
Covered in ice cold Norwegian hills. From the mouth of silver mountain. And from my world, I consider you as dead. . I am born of evil and of sin. Ive always walked unholy paths.
[Music by Nordavind '91]. . Once upon a midnight dreary. while I pondered, weak and weary. over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore-.....
The cold hands were yours. The stiff face was yours. But you were not there. The eyes were yours, but they were closed. And would not open. The rays of the distant sun were there.
I walk the path of death. Which no one will return. I will lead you to this path. And see you burn. The only guiding light. The blackest light. To you who seek the knowledge.
When we came through. The veil of the night. The fall of man. We gave you our hearts. . The watcher. The sentinel. The "God" that took you away. . Where ends our journey?.