Dreaming chaos screaming weeping. love this enemy, call my name. run this nightmare, freezing horizon. watchers and dancers playing the game. . Here lies the heresy.
Doden er en ensom ferd. Doden er bade angst og lja. Med et glimt du skal fa se -. Inn i evighetens oye. . En fattig sjel. Sultet i hjel. Dodens kalde hand.
A breath of darkness. an existance painted in thriving red. a crown of ivy. and she danced.... the branches trying to catch her. with desirous, clawing dead love.
And she watched and she waited. Loving a time eaten by demons and. cursing the day. A sombre seed of a mirrored point, just an idea.. Laughing in a kaleidoscope of blood and honey... it was all just.
[Music by Nordavind '91]. . Ahh, Dance through the cold shadows of Pan. as tears fall from heaven.... once I had hold the rarest rose,. But, that is now forgotten with time....
And she leaves you, sees you, weeping as you. thought you saw the storm, callous colours of drawings. without seeing in, the negativity a lie and the all.
My cold goddess of the night. Squirming under my spiked fist. She's giving me all carnal delights. Submit yourself and drink my blood. . I am the bringer of hate.
[R. Nattefrost and J. Nordavind]. . At the great wood's mouth,. by the deep cave's door.. I listened to something. I had heard before.. . The wood's mouth..
Fred vil du aldri fa. Dine snyder varer evig ved. Dette vil du aldri unnga. Du drar til et uonsket sted. . Jeg star og ser pa hatets ansikt. Berort av ondskap, berort av and.
In this house that I built. Of cold emotions. Through years of oppression. The suffering which I obey. An unbearable suffering. The rope. The strangulations.
He hung himself in the middle of the night. Found dead in the morning bright light. Got no more lithium. Gave up life. They say: you better give up now.
On a battlefield up north. Tons of steel united in bloodshed. Sombre men of invisible might. The fallen snow covers. All the wounds of the earth. . Slaves of restriction.
You are born into bondage. You are born as a slave. . What am I?. "You're a slave". Forever submissive. Forever in holy chains. . (You are) born by a whore.
[J. Nordavind '96]. . A cold sharpened blade. plunge through the skin.. Death triumphant.. Death the king. . Blood on my hands.. Blood on my lips. I took the frail bliss of your eyes.
Why don't you kill yourself!. Slit your wrists.. Slit the right one. now the left.. . As a symbol for our end.. Hang yourself in the stairs.. . Throw yourself in front of.
A spirit rose from the earth. Slowly leaving.... Their candle-flame lonely, and so needing. Like dust in the night the prayers rise. Under the sick image of Christ.
The trail I walk is haunted. By his blinding light. . Somewhere. Down there. For eternities undefeated. Unwanted. Untouched. The evil incarnate. . The cloak of midnight.
As the decades and centuries rolled by. Most of the christians no longer thought. That the second coming of christ. Would take place in their own lifetime.
Three times the eclipse. Before she lays her soul to rest. Channelling the darkness of many nights. All this was once her dream. . See and feel. The blackened blade of revenge.
Blood, sweat and more blood. Love turned to hate. Light turned to dark. And life turned to death. . Blood!. The old engine is still running. Cleansing!.