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Retreat, divide
What moved, what blurred
what spun, what changed
our perception of reality

Awaiting the battle destined
Reflecting the ending desired
On bloodstained soil

Born into a field of flowers, to slowly wilt away
Sheltered by wings, delicately smothered by blindness
Released among the wolves, thus molded by resistance
Ridden by the clawed hoofs of tyrants

The fruit of other worlds, but grown by loneliness
Concealing a black soul, and but sensing the beyond
Uniquely grown from within

Hidden under it's wings
The darkness you wish to hide
Bearer of ugly truths

Grey...
Somber morning
Through blurry glass
The black crow

The darkness you wish to hide
Bearer of ugly truths

Grey...
Somber morning
Through blurry glass
The black crow

Grey heavens, no light shed
Bleak day, change is ahead
Oval mountainside, naked cold
Unreleased powers, no fright

Slide down sorrow, smell what comes with the breeze
Cold chambers, punishment awaits
Hollow tone haunts, anticipation's choir sings

Summon thy hidden wisdom, gather the unholy hate
Winter is at hand, frozen my tears will be
Created by blasphemy
The edge of my sword, the powers of my mind

Winter is at hand, as two torches blaze in the dark
A warrior dressed in black, granted eternal life
Black winds blow my hair, as the voice of the night

Salvation: A merciless hand
from below holding the melancholy of
a million strangled souls Part, melancholy

So warm and glorious
embraced in a black mass
a mass which holds
the pain of oppression Part, oppression

In the house of lords
We control the movement
Of your limbs
There is endless beauty
In the might that we possess
Dragons are creatures
Of (our) own imagination

The secret Lights in the Sky
Vision
All one
It seems

The Blades are sharpened
They will all learn
Yes, Destroy your Dream

A bitter blow – A darkened maze
can take you down
A fearless man – A shattered spirit
will immerse in misery

Come see it – Come feel it
It is here
Come see it – Come feel it

They ride the winds
Avoiding resistance
Choosing not to fight
Wanting to live
To lie another day
Pale figures in life

And so in death...

From beyond come the storms
Landscapes turn to ash before my pressured eyes
Nothingness turns to nothingness
And my imagination fades like dustclouds over
This deserted land feel to now satyricon
Wonder how stormclouds rage
And all you can feel is the cold winds of
Funeral times, timeless they are

Du som hater gud og kristent liv
Føler hans nærvær som en bitter kreft
Her må det skjendes og skjendes kvasst
Himmelrikets enger dynket i blod

Hater av gud
Og lyspesten

Bewitched by the winds of time,
Possesed by the Nights cold
Under a raven black sky they make sacrifice and fornication
With mighty voices they call upon the mights of the depths
In a circle bound by grim visions

Carried by glance. Embraced by the wings of death
By the deepest hate, in the blackest of the dark

Scornful, relentless memory
Ripped of all but drive
Undressed by betrayal
Zero tolerance for the souldead
Wish I was the violence,
inflicted upon you

Fuel for Hatred, air raid siren to mankind

Wonder how it would be to be the great Redeemer
the one to bestow upon you life and death
the one to poison you when you're down
or to be the one to hand you the crownofthorns –
when your hands are sore
(and) to save you from everything you care for

Are you bitter when you see how pale you are?

Kampen mot Gud og hvitekrist er igang!
Evig minnes vi de tapre som levde under vår hordes hammer
Evig er krigen mot de av lyset, til de møter dødens ansikt, dødens kulde
Vinder av kulde skal komme for å fryse kristenmanns blod

Vårt korstog har begynt og hvert skritt er en stake gjennom hvite
krists hjerte

I am the beast in passionate pain
I am the grim being of the highlands
Of the other side...
I am winter when you freeze
I am the hammer and you are the anvil

Forever in warfare my heart is
With my passion of despair

In the mist of the shadows
by the river of the fogpalace
Two great spears and
a flag of dominion and hate
Over the chasm riders of doom

And sometimes the water dares to reflect...
As days pass by and the light

Bloodshot eyes - metal skin
Serpents tongue - dagger claws
Dragon wings - crooked horns
K.I.N.G

Beholding the might
In its dawn of grace
In its beauty and light

Beholding the might
In its dawn of grace,
In its beauty and light,
In its pride and glory.
Rushing torrent – time and space,
Elder lords – crack the soil.
Gone or dead – you've never been,
Kingdom come – hear the roar.

Death's raw warrior
Enslaver of youth
High-bound sorcerer
Celebrated overlord

Solidly...
Monstrously...
Last Man Standing!

Past tense icons
Locked up in cages
A disgrace to us, (and) a vital sight of (impending) doom
Upheld by insane aggression
No tender repentance, (just) denial of ugliness
With the rain come their conquest

Behold those who ride black winds

Mother north - how can they sleep while their beds are burning ?
Mother north - your fields are bleeding

Memories...The invisible wounds
pictures that enshrine your throne (gone?)

A Future benighted still they are blind
Pigeonhearted beings of flesh and blood

My skin is cold and the birds fly free
Over my head, where winter grows
A heathens call, stand up or fall
This world is yours, for you to rule

This, the blood of sin
Flows freely
This, unstoppable force

Eder har gjort vårt rike raattent
Eder har gjort vårt gull rustent
Og flammene fra de veldige sletter alt vi har å minnes
fra verdig manns tid

Eder har bragt i -- i kvalmende lys i dragens hule
Eder har malt kors på hammer
Og vi har siktet pilen -- pilen på menneskesønnens -- menneskesønnens usle trone

The chase is on
Reverie dies
Stand up be counted
This world that we hold
Will never kneel
Fuck you - you can never win
You never had
Our persistence

Smoke
Across the night sky
Tears the black open
Glows
Towards the earthbound
Breaks the light down

This moon

Into the night
My long suffering friend
We'll be reborn again
Right here where everything ends

Face to the sky
A trail of smoke in the air
Pass into emptiness

Mourning the decay
Bitter ungodly enemy
Cast into heavy woe
Left in the corner of the world (we are possessed)

Out of the maze, with clearsight - at the brink of one's abyss
Out of the maze, with clearsight - cold eyes at the world
Out of the maze, with clearsight - disbelief and scorn

another force-fed disgust
Do we need another bastard nation...
aiming at us clinically
Like an insect-swarm
towards the shapeless mouth
of a dead whore
We need the spirit, the voice, the angel of light
arising from melted mass

Stupid Dam it!
risken vinner
Jiggy Rober???
sorte greiner
et smittet tre...taarer!

Lever forgjeves!
og alle taarer i spill

A rotating silvercolored plateau, drops that dance down the columns
Blue, cold and the raging starwind
glowing colors at fearful speed
indistnct pictures of prophets and visionaries in a galactic fog
in outer space on an axis
In another reality on a supersonic journey
inevitably he can see it, the lights are going out and he knows
if he just could make us understand

Langt inn skogen
Bak en foss og traer
Går en sti
Inn i skogens traer

I taake og lys
Igjennom krigen svart
Foort i taakens sky

They've come into this sphere
With (their) natural born fire
To spread and protect new found truth
No man is man more noble the the cause he fights (for)

From the heavens
From the abyss
From the depths of man

Dark Forest Trees over the Funeral,
All day the Army ride
They moved in deeper
So Dark that they weren't even...
Too lead us passed this wicked Dense
I can fell the Presence of the Shadowthrone in the deepest Dark
When cold Winds Freeze
When Night came and dark Fog came over me

"And I looked, and behold a pale horse:
And his name that sat on him was Death
and Hell followed him. And power was given
unto them over the fourth part of the earth,
to kill with sword, and with hunger, and with death,
and with the beasts of the earth".

And then again "I saw and beheld, a black horse;

Through years of knowledge, man rode the wings of evil
Through the enormous winter, three years without summer
Prepared for the battles of the north

I sat on my throne and watched between
The skies of a cold northern light
Knowing this was my ground, but those who turned their backs
Against my throne, only got my sword on their back!

He wander the fields of death... In eternity wandering our own path
Which has been the quest of immortality
Yet to conquer for me, but dreams shall not be torn

He is spirit
He is stone
And he is immortality
The king of the shadowthrone

Come, come infernal war, awake beasts of hell
Free yourself from the chains that have been holding you for 666 years
We await sodomy and destruction

It is the night of the triumphator
(Start the burning of heaven)
(and we) sodomize the dirty whores of babylon... on christian ground

Hellbent and raw
Armed to the core
Walks with the wind
Determined and strong
Inherit his laws
Adopt and obey

Rise my friend - march to war

Freedom, urge, faith - and deeper he falls
Hatred, rage, fear - the stronger denial
Anger, heat, lust - the higher he climbs
Slave - the shackles are off
Act - Do it your way
Horns - the abyss ascends

Now gather the earth

Break down all conventional forms and create chaos to reinvent order
Rebel against all circles and dead ends
fight your way with your mind set on the masses
execute with mechanical aggression
arrogance and extravagance
march on unapproachable
shut out the outside pressure
or are you too weak?

Axis of faith
Raw, and untamed in spirit
To do and undo...
We chew this world
And Spit it out

Opinions rise and opinions fall
At the end of days

She's roaming free
Tucked with a lifeline
She's haunting me
Rocked by the netherworld

Consciously comes to me
Down her knees
Painfully she moans indeed

Sinful woman, walk with me
cause I'm the wolf on your shoulder
but complain not to me, cause I'm the accuser
If you dare to withhold the immense power and the greed
you shall walk among us the subterranean fields

Why don't you come with me
and dance the snakepit dance

Sinful woman with me cause I'm the wolf on your shoulder
but complain not to me, cause I'm the accuser
If you dare to withhold the immense power and the greed
you shall walk among us the subterranean fields
Why don't you come with me
and dance the snakepit dance
rhythmic moves to the eerie bell, the boiling blood
evils breath on your neck, the morbid rite

I Lost Touch With me
I was And Still Am Fire
Ignite! To the Mountains

Live Breath Sense Move
I know It pains me too
Ignite! To the Mountains

Sannhet og tro mot en makt
Gudløs, men aldri forlatt
Naken mot alle mann
Lucifer, hvor er daggry!
Min sønn og min byrde, jeg er her for deg
I dag og i morgen, vent på mitt tegn

Et skjær under stormens bølger

Langt inn i mellom híye fjell og dype daler
Gjennom norske skoger og mírke huter
Bak her en drím for over tasen aar siden
Til hordaland kom pesta og bragte díd og pine
Thekseskogen ble plantet rítter for et rike som skulle komme

Hedningenes land vikingland
Svarte sjelers land vikingland

Walk The Path Of Sorrow

In the Devoid of Sorrow
The Air and my Heart full of Luster

Behind the Mountains
Blasphemy to the Gates

Who made deceit into the ultimate award?
Who told you, you're not poisoned?
I see the snake coiling inside you
I see the venom in your eyes

You can't stab me, or even touch me
You can't betray me, it's just an illusion
I built the pain inside you

In grey depressive autumn times
I wander the woods to eternity searching for
Him trying to remember while the same shy still rules the night
We knew then.
That these were the children of god
The ones who betrayed me and my desire

This must be the desolate land.