Dimmu Borgir

12. Devil's Path
Thousand different paths
So many sterile ends
I chose the devil's path

Never shall the sun kiss my face
And caress me with it's burning light
For i dwell in the shadows
And sleep side by side with death

In dark desire i embrace the whore
Giving her an escape from an unworthy life

For with the appearance of the fallen angel

[chorus:]
I serve satan
I serve darkness

I am a prince among the damned
As i've been for eternity
A monarch in a dark paradise
Cursed by life and the living

Oh tremble not my immortal heart
Though you beat in the shadows of death
Eternal life is the blessing
And i shall rule for another thousand years

I blew out the light
Abandoned jesus christ
Christian life forms' grief's
We buried their belief's

Waiting for their saviours rebirth
The dawn was soon to come
The dawn would soon be gone

There in that formless abyss was i made
A partaker of the mysteries averse

A Succubus In Rapture

Illness and plagues, torture and blight
Is what she brings
Mocking holy standards, deceiving feeble fools
Is what she loves
Granted with powers, gifted with magic
Watching the world through raven eyes

Damned woman mischievous whore
Heretic princess
Devil's own

Her seductive elegance
Excites your weak flesh
Her diabolical beauty
Enchants your bewildered mind

You damn woman
You mischievous whore
You heretic princess
You are Devil's own

A serenade made out of black magic
She has learned to set souls afire
And makes sure that you never
Will leave it's trance
Her diabolical beauty
Enchants your bewildered mind

Absolute Sole Right

As cyclones detach from the world above
And all the other worlds beneath them flow
Timewinds caressing the dust of cold memories
Sought, to strive in twilight mist and penal fire

[chorus:]
As daylight suffers, night time recollects
For what wind hath drawn near, so near:

Death has a contract on life and hell in-between
What was once not certain is now foreseen

When the pendulum is in it's reverse factor
Rivers run red and skies turn black
Accuracies of bloodbaths liberate from within
Conquests of a crooked cross and its coming loss

A magisterial maintenance of diabolic education
Where the opposite of innocence paves way for intelligence
Where pearls are chained for each tragic event
The glorification of deviance in progress

Liars in wait tries to quench their thirst for more
Drowning victims of a parallel universe
The scum of the earth, a rejoice of fouls
The world hates you for being precise

Allegience

Cuddled through a cold womb he was
Pitch black and without sunshine rays
Hell patiently awaiting him on blood spilled soil
A noble grief stirred heart, always ready to die

In sinister systematisation, submission is golden
As an apprentice to violence, slaughter and bloodshed
He was like an object that is being processed
A force-fed destructor ready for abomination

The vast solitude in him witnessed it all
Those self afflicting eyes
And their fear painted faces
Made out of utter discipline, failure unacceptable
Hosts to oblivion
Exploring the darkest of places
Stench of rotten flesh breathing down his neck

Every day seemed like an endless night
When would he ever wake from this void
No other voice than his own will ever tell
What was real and where he had been
What he had done

Did you bleed for the cause
Like the rest of his men
Did you capture the euphoria
How it was like to kill
Such a necromantic force behind it all
They sure did battle till the end

But when came all the glory
And who got spared to carry his body
Just pure death and too profound to be shared
Was it all a fabricated vision in his memory
To serve the wastelands of insanity
At the front

Life forever lost its innocence
Never to see the light of day again
He pondered his last few steps
Into the realms of death
With his hands bloodstained

Courage and consistency
Bravery and valor
Honor and pride
For what was it all worth

Allehelgens Død I Helveds Rike

Vren er aktens utfoldelse og tanke
Vten hemning i ukjent ekstase
Ei ett tilbørlig ønske om a avle avkom for gud
Frivillig nedsmittet og gjennomsyret
I kjødelig sødme
Fengslet av logn og vlydighet

Menneskets skrøpelige atferd
Må tuktes med heder og ære blir det sagt
Men godhet fødte evig ondskap kun
Da edens tyrann skjenket frukten

Visdom berikes fritt i dyrets mangfold
Når himmerikets salige urett
Og svulstige barmhjertighet
Vekker forkastelse ved vårt åsyn

Gnisten har slått flamme
Og piner i pestilensens vilje
De ynkelige slaver knelende i skam
Besvangret med skyld og miskunn

Ætlinger som sverger eden
Med troskapsløfte om å vgjøre freden
A styrte himmelslavers velvære
Og triumfere i kulde til dyrets ære

Vredens beger renner over
I forherdelse fra opprørdjevlers svovelvind
Glødende, fra regionen av belial's barn
Avlet hinsides harmens trossende tind

De siste tegn fra kristi tepende engler
Brenner ubønnhørlig i ravnens ild

[2. bolum tekrari]

Smertefull og blek er døden
Med blodstyrtning fra lysets gild
Dødens fremmøte sparer ingen
Det fromme liv kveles av egne tunger
Den kosteligste jord blir pyntet
Med fattigdom og hunger

Utspente vinger over mørkets dype svelg
Satt til verden for å meske seg
Med pest og død
Fråtsende i synd og hor

Overmakten fra polens bastarder
Naren behag i syndens hierarki
Et evig liv i paradis
Er fullkommenhet i satans dynasti

...

Alt Lys Svunnet Hen

Glinsende månelys ovenfor driver
Frostlagte stier viser vei
Svarte sjeler farer henover natten
Inn gjennom skodde heim

Alt har svartnet
Alt lys er svunnet hen
Lødig trer vi nå inn i riket
I minne om at våre spor blir fulgt

Omgitt av sorgens dis
Skrider ferden frem
Som en skare av likkledde skrømt
Vandrer vi jervens hjem

Brisen fører oss over norske myrer
Forbi hver en tåkegrend
Med hatet i våre harme sinn
Reiser vi for aldri å komme igjen

[english translation:]

[all light has faded away]

Glimmering moonlight drifting up above us
Paths covered with frost leads the way
Black souls now travel through the night
In through the valley of fog

All has blackened
All light has faded away
Pure we now enter the kingdom
Remembering that our tracks will be followed

Surrounded by sorrow's haze
The journey moves on
As a band of corpse-dressed ghouls
We wander the wolverine's home

The breeze takes us over norwegian marshes
Past every misty hamlet
With the hate in our angry minds
We now leave for never to return

Antikrist

Stig opp på min trone bleke lik

Fall på kne ærbødiget foran mine føtter
Ta imot mitt kalde kyss på din panne
Jeg har lagt veien som fører til helvete klar

Løft deres sverd til kamp, stolte menn
La massakeren begynne i dag
Hogg hodet av hver kristen
Og voldta deres kvinner og barn

Hvert kristenkors du finner skal du vende om
Hver en bygning som bærer guds navn skal brenne
Hver en kristenmanns grav skal vi skjende

Hver natt skal du våkne med ett skrik
Og kjenne blodet som brenner dypt i deg
Hver natt skal du rave som en sanseløs i gaten
Og utslette hvert et tegn du ser til liv

Hør min tale menneskedyr
Mine ord er din fremtid
Jeg er satans legemlige gjørelse
Jeg er din herre

Jeg er ondskapen
Jeg er antikrist

[english translation:]

[antichrist]

Step on to my throne pale corpse
Fall to your knees in respect before my feet
Accept my cold kiss on your forehead
I've laid the path leading to hell

Lift your swords for battle,
Proud men
Let the massacre begin today
Decapitate every christian
And rape their women and children

Every christian cross you find, you shall turn
Every building under god's name shall burn
Every christian man's grave shall be desecrated

Every night you shall awaken human beast
And feel the blood burning like fire inside you
Every night you shall rave like a mad in the streets
And annihilate every sign of life

Hear my speech human beast
My words are your future
I am the embodiment of satan
I am your master

I am evil
I am antichrist

Architecture Of A Genocidal Nature

A dismal universal hiss, the sound of public scorn
The brush that sweeps across the spectral fields
This landscape is not without a sense of epic wonder
A vast scale that places this sprawling underworld
Into a realm of frames

With a blood-storm fading into the distance
Floating without directions over this smouldering landscape
Caught in a moment of transformation
These shades of anatomic malignant nature
Approached on another in an unpleasant way
Frozen in the act of speech, desperate to express it's state
Created in a shape to accommodate a wide variety of demonic forms
The realm of the benighted aristocracy of evil most pure

This is where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep

Emerged from the depths of the earth gasps
It rages against mankind, to annihilate the earth and worse
It spills the blood like rain, the beauty of death it represents

Devouring their flesh with a razorblade smile
Genes would still blindly carry on smouldering ember of hell
Limned with gold leaf, the scarlet brush
That sweep all traces of time, place and pattern

Total death in every nation
Monuments of vanquished civilization
Just as brilliantly removed ruthlessly eliminated
The cornerstone of human emotions
Has now been drained away
I saw death of a most uncommon nature

Avmaktslave

Stanken fra den uransaklige vei
Hvor forkynnelse og falsk forhåpning er åte
Trenger igjennom som en bitterhetens gave
Og befrukter den menneskelige råte

Som en slave i avmakthetens tilstand
Råder ei annet enn nederlagsbekjennelse

Retrett
Du har ei livets rett
Retrett
Du har ei livets rett

For ignoreres dyret og idolets tegn
Vil straff omsider den skyldige bifalle

Denne fromme paktens skadelige innavl
Søker tilflukt i edens hage
Hvorpå en stolt ren og rakrygget herre
Ikke like lett lar seg belage

Retrett
Du har ei livets rett
Retrett
Du har ei livets rett

Så når dommedagstorden endelig runger
Kan menneskets fantasibilde avdukes
Alle og enhver med gudfryktig hunger
Vil tape ansikt og slukes

[english translation:]

Slave of impotency [as in "powerlessness"]

The stench from the mysterious way, [refers to "god works in mysterious ways" or something]
Where preach and false hopes are bait.
Pierces through like a gift of bitterness,
And fertilizes the human rot.

Like a slave in the state of impotency,
"advices" nothing but confession of defeat.

Retreat!
You are not worthy the gift of life.
Retreat!
You are not worthy the gift of life.

Because if the sign of the animal and the idol is ignored,
Great punishment will "eventually come to the guilty."

This pious pact`s harmful inbreed,
Seeks shelter in the garden of eden.
Where a proud, pure and upright master
Is not as easily pleased.

So when the thunder of armageddon finally roars,
Can man`s "fantasy image be shown".
Every man with god-fearing hunger,
Will lose face and be devoured.

Awake

Samples from the film "the dead", an adaptation of james joyce's short story from his book]
"six o'clock on a christmas morning..."
"and for what?"
"well, isn't it for the honor of god, aunt kate?"
"i know all about the honor of god, mary jane."

Six o'clock the siren kicks him from a dream
Tries to shake it off but it just won't stop
Can't find the strength but he's got promises to keep
And wood to chop before he sleeps

I may never get over
But never's better than now
I've got bases to cover

He's in the parking lot and he's just sitting in his car
It's nine o'clock but he can't get out
He lights a cigarette
And turns the music down
But just can't seem to shake that sound

Once i thought i'd get over
But it's too late for me now
I've got bases to cover

Melody walks through the door
And memory flies out the window
And nobody knows what they want
'til they finally let it all go

The pain inside
Coming outside

So many ways to drown a man
So many ways to drag him down
Some are fast and some take years and years
Can't hear what he's saying when he's talking in his sleep
He finally found the sound but he's in too deep

I could never get over
Is it too late for me now?
Feel like blowing my cover

Melody walks through the door
And memory flies out the window
And nobody knows what they want
'til they finally let it all go

But don't cut your losses too soon
'cause you'll only be cutting your throat
And answer a call while you still hear at all
'cause nobody will if you won't

[samples from the film "the dead", an adaptation of james joyce's short story from his book]
"six o'clock on a christmas morning..."
"i know all about the honor of god, mary..."
"i know all about the honor of god, mary jane."

Blessings Upon The Yhrone Of Tyranny

Infected by invalid behaviour
While capturing the stench of divine putrefaction
Confess to slavery for the world saviour
Give praise and inhale the corruption

[chorus:]
The enfeebled provides the fool
The disabled provides the tool
The apathetic demands the affection
To those suffering from their own satisfaction

Devour in self-deceit, conjure the righteous plague
Testify today?s contradiction, glorify tomorrows deed
Inconceivable moral priest, hide in preferable dress
Invite to another pleasure feast, the concealment of joyful laughter

The decrepit innocence of your correctness and well-chosen
Elicits the source of the need for immediate forgiveness
Submit to no grace but the spiteful of your disease
Apply to join the unlimited disgrace and a settlement in the skies
And turn the confusion among your children into self-stimulation
The incarnation of your prostitution, the true evil in disguise

With the ignorance from your cross as the witness
The truth of your tragedy make you justice
In your mirror the high spirit of kindness
Looks like malice

Condemnation of life by the living dead
What a premature judgement, contradiction to the core
How unfortunate i am, cursed to spend time on a battle already won
The shame that will be guarding your grave says it all
Retreat to the crypt and make it worthwhile
Recall my sins furthermore but still be watching yours with a smile

Blood Hunger Doctrine

Man and his faithful ethics
Intoxicated by the fruits of the earth
Diabolical fanatikism, so cold and grim
The perfect perversion, bestiality incarnate

As instruments of torture
And leaving no room for sympathy
We bring forth the monstrous birth
To the worlds light

As all great art is made from suffering
So are we
Good in nature, but evil by our own free will
Incestuously created by the will to kill

Time is here to walk the final abyss march
Bound to the force of the last holocaust
Pour free the gifts of grace
And slaughter the entire human race

Not permitted to redemption
When pain rises high in purgatory
A reality so convincingly justified
Feeding from death cult's gown

We bring forth monstrous birth
To the worlds light

...

Broderskapets Ring

Kom unge bror
Skjenk oss din rene ungdom
Legg ditt liv i våre hender
Kjemp vår krig med oss

La vare sorger formørke ditt sinn
La din sjel slites
Føl natten som legger seg rundt deg
Glem all kjærlighet

Ingen tårer skal fylle dine netter
Tre inn i broderskapets ring
Ingen svakhet skal du finne i din sjel
Styrken skal vandre ved din side

Kom
Del ditt hat med oss
Forlat ditt svake legeme
La deg ei forvirres av vakre ord
I Døden finnes all makt

Burn In Hell

Welcome to the abandoned land
Come on in, child; take my hand
Here there's no work or play
Only one bill to pay
There's just five words to say
As you go down, down, down

You're gonna burn in hell
Oh, burn in hell

You can't believe all the things i've done wrong in my life
Without even trying i've lived on the edge of a knife
Well, i've played with fire, but i don't want to get myself burned
To thine own self be true, so i think that it's time for a turn
Before i burn in hell
Oh, burn in hell
Take a good look in your heart; tell me what do you see?
It's black and it's dark, now is that how you want it to be?
It's up to you; what you do will decide your own fate
Make your choice now for tomorrow may be far too late

Hear no evil, don't you
See no evil, don't you
Lay no evil down on me
You're gonna burn in hell
Speak no evil, don't you
Think no evil, don't you
Play with evil, 'cause i'm free

Cataclysm Children

Are you born from the abyss
And have you sought the creed
That drape the shadows
Of your own thought?

Is your heart mesmerized
By the fire that burns forevermore
And do the secrets from the flames
Hold the mysteries over which you preside?

Reveal the infantile wound and regain strength
Free your spirit from those who lead in praise
Recollect the anger and the hate
For not shall your morals dissolve in pity

Righteous warmth accompanied
By deceitful tongues
Stay away from processed promises
Let them fear what you know
A malicious smile on their lips
To keep us all under control
Now it's time to rise and demand our due
The whores and their illusions left us bitter and cold

Drench them in their own poison, spit back the scorn of their ways
Out win their defect morality, and the words they pray
Consolidate the troops and expose the lies in their eyes
The ones deprived from the ecstasy that binds the neglect

Better lead than being led, earn any victory
For you stand superior above the plague and it's mass
The burden of proof rests on your shoulders

[1. ve 2. bolum tekrari]

Chaos Without Prophecy

The quest for azunda hath drawn nearthe young king, the chaos he bringswith iron grip's sword, chants come forththe child of dark he isin prophecy, chaos not nearin chaos, prophecies beganthis child of dark, hath foreseenhe makes his own destinythe magic he creates is from his willthe magic of azunda, he shall receiveiron grip's sword guides his pathto the place which is no morethe journey to this place is creationin this creation, he shall beliving for himself and his destinyin his path, lies of the propheciesin his mind he sees anotherwho wishes to receive, azundahe sees light within in his enemyand laughs at the prophecyhis will and his word is his sorceryhe is waiting for theeto put an end to this prophecyazunda, give your power to methe child of dark has found theeand now must destroy, evil theeiron grip's sword has gone through theenow, azunda is mine for all to seethe king's task has been completethe chaos has begun for all to see

Da Den Kristne Satte Livet Til

Min sjel den glødet
Og mitt sinn det lengtet
Etter å få fatt i en kristen faen
I det kalde mørket jeg ventet med vinden
Det ulte som besatt av fanden

Jeg ventet
Åh, som jeg ventet
Tiden virket som evig
Men endelig fikk jeg øye på stakkar'n
Jeg hevet min knyttede neve
Og skrek

Svake kristne!
Dø i natt!
Jeg skal flerre din sjel i to!
Du skal føle makten jeg har fått av mørket!
Din tid er omme!
Også din tro!

…også din tro…!

Be om nåde du stakkars faen
Og min latter skal atter runge
Høyt i nattens kulde
Der frosten fryser din siste
Tåre…

Svake kristne!
Du døde i natt!
Med et kraftig hugg tok jeg din skalle!
En blodig slakt som til syvende og sist
Hvis stemmer(Vil)for alltid i dødsriket gjalle!

[english translation:]

[when the christian lost his life]

My soul did glow
And my mind did yearn
To get hold of a christian fuck
In the cold darkness i waited with the wind
It howled as if possessed by the deVil

I waited
Ahh, i waited!
Time seemed eternal
But finally i got sight of a poor one
I raised my clenched fist
And screamed

Weak christian!
Die tonight!
I shall tear your soul apart!
You will feel the poor i was granted from darkness!
Your time has come!
So has your faith's time...

...so has your faith
Pray for mercy you pitiful fuck
And my laughter shall once again resound
Loud in the cold of the night
Where frost will freeze your last...
Tear...

Weak christian!
You died tonight!
With a might blow i cracked your skull
A bloody slaughter
From which voices will forever resound in the kingdom of darkness

Death Cult Armageddon

Cuddled through a cold womb he was
Pitch black and without sunshine rays
Hell patiently awaiting him on blood spilled soil
A noble grief stirred heart, always ready to die

In sinister systematisation, submission is golden
As an apprentice to violence, slaughter and bloodshed
He was like an object that is being processed
A force-fed destructor ready for abomination

The vast solitude in him witnessed it all
Those self afflicting eyes
And their fear painted faces
Made out of utter discipline, failure unacceptable
Hosts to oblivion
Exploring the darkest of places
Stench of rotten flesh breathing down his neck

Every day seemed like an endless night
When would he ever wake from this void
No other voice than his own will ever tell
What was real and where he had been
What he had done

Did you bleed for the cause
Like the rest of his men
Did you capture the euphoria
How it was like to kill
Such a necromantic force behind it all
They sure did battle till the end

But when came all the glory
And who got spared to carry his body
Just pure death and too profound to be shared
Was it all a fabricated vision in his memory
To serve the wastelands of insanity
At the front

Life forever lost its innocence
Never to see the light of day again
He pondered his last few steps
Into the realms of death
With his hands bloodstained

Courage and consistency
Bravery and valor
Honor and pride
For what was it all worth
[repeat]

Det Nye Riket

Vårt hat skal vinne.
Vår ondskap skal gro.
A feste seg i unge sjeler.

Den siste krig skal vi vinne,
Og de godes blod skal falle som regn.
Deres korte sjeler skal samles.

Vi skal rå de over kaos og evig natt.
Vi skal glemme de kvinnelig vikante mødre,
Og utslette alt.

Et rike skal reiset seg,
I asken av brennte hjem,
Det er kun en herre hersker,
Vi heller deg satan de sterkes konge.

Din tid er kommet.

[english translation:]

[the new kingdom]

Our hate shall win
Our evil shall grow
To fix itself in young souls
The final war shall we win
And the blood of the good shall fall as rain
Their short souls shall be gathered together
We shall reign over chaos and everlasting night.
We shall forget the womanly weak small mother
And end all
A kingdom shall raise itself
In the ash of burned homeland
There is only one master ruler
We pay tribute to you satan the king of the strong
Your time is has come

Devil's Path

Never shall the sun kiss my face
And caress me with its burning light
For i dwell in the shadows
And sleep side by side with death

In dark desire i embrace the whore
Giving her an escape from an unworthy life
For with the appearance of a fallen angel
I serve darkness

I am a prince among the damned
As i've been for an eternity
The monark in a dark paradise
Cursed by life and the living

Oh tremble not my immortal heart
Trough you beat in the shadows of death
Eternal life is the blessing
And i shall rule for another thousand years

Devil´s Path

Master of disharmony
Welcome my tainted soul
Take me from the hordes of the living
Into the blessed darkness
Master of disorder
Take my impure flesh
Lead me unto the path of temptation

Save me from cowardness

Master of sin
Take my cursed heart
Bring me where i can find salvation
For i am the damned

Master of death
Take my pitiful life
I am enslaved
I shall never forget the pain

Master of sin
Take my cursed heart
Bring me where i can find salvation
For i am the damned

Master of death
Take my pitiful life
I am enslaved
I shall never forget the pain


2. devil's path

Never shall the sun kiss my face
And caress me with its burning light
For i dwell in the shadows
And sleep side by side with death

In dark desire i embrace the whore
Giving her an escape from an unworthy life
For with the appearance of a fallen angel
I serve darkness

I am a prince among the damned
As i've been for an eternity
The monark in a dark paradise
Cursed by life and the living

Oh tremble not my immortal heart
Trough you beat in the shadows of death
Eternal life is the blessing
And i shall rule for another thousand years


3. nocturnal fear

[originally by celtic frost]

Obscurity hides the plateau
Stars darken in their place
Nanna's glowing above
Illuminates the silent scenery

[chorus]
Seven they are yezidi's call
Aeon of night eager to prevail

From the mountains of dawn they cry
The call of the frantic god
From the womb of mother earth they scream
The wage of creation and sin

("the sleeping lord awakes
Tiamat pulls at her chains,
The blind phantom rages
Azag thoth howls
Vibrations at the black ether's edge
As nocturnal fear penetrates the land
Ecstatical celebrations at their zenith
The seven sharpen their claws...")

Winds emerge from the east
Deep, dark water moves
Even the cold it don eclipses
When they adore the dog-faced beast

[chorus]

As they admit the infernal tide
The eye on the throne derides
The old gods and their tribes
In chaos tiamat laughs pride..

Dødsferd

I det mørkeste mørke troner jeg
I mine slaer trer stillheten frem
Faldne engler vokter mine porter

I dødsdalens øde skjønnhet
Har min sjel vandret vill
Mens mørket og sorgen rådet
Tentes hatets flammende ild

I nattens sorte stillhet
Trer mitt tause frem
I mørket flammer et likbål
Nok en sort sjel har vendt hjem
I stillhet følger vi ferden
Til vår sorgsvarte bror
Og ingen tårer faller
Da aske forenes med jord
Vi skal all dele hans skjebne
Vi skal alle følge vår venn
Da dommedag's klokker ringer
Skal vi alle komme igjen

For å herske

[english translation:]

[journey of death]

In the darkest of darkness i intone
In my halls silence steps forth
Fallen angels are guarding my gates

In the beauty of valley of death
My soul has gone astray
While darkness and sorrow ruled
The fire of hate was lit

In the black silence of the night
My silence self steps forth
In the darkness a corpse burns
Another black soul has returned(Home)
In silence we observe the journey
The journey of our sorrow-black brother
And no tears fall
When ashes are united with dust
We shall all share his fate
We shall all follow our friend
When the bells of judgementday chimes
We shall all return
To rule

Entrance

Soul(s) on departure six six six
Onward into another existence
A trip far beyond all pleasant dreams
A voyage through desolation sights

Inner transformation
Subconscious light
In the glance fields of fires
In the distance meadows of mists
Where minds being enshrouded in complete night
The fading of love, life and light

Wandering an endless journey
Dead within a trace
Entering a lost dominion soulless and free
Visiting a foreign place but yet so known
Another dimension opens for me to see
Heaven sure ain't made for me to be

Soul(s) on arrival six six six
One short step from unhallowed ground
The ground of a Kingdom Come
Dead spirits communion
Unorthodox profane void

Gardens, temples, palaces
I have seen them all
In search for insanity, sanity slowly drowns - In trance

Eradication Instincts Defined

As mortal manufactured waste
And part of the commonly infected
You prevent the ones worthy the gift of life
To surface on once a prosperous soil

As superficially bewildered whores
And succumbing to fictional truth
You are taught to preserve and profit
The life institutional lie

You worthless piece of shit
May we all depart from this world
And dissolve into nothingness
Compassion will not be granted
When life's value
Is point below zero

Human depravity is at our disposal
As the perfect tool to destroy mankind
The worst kind of them all
Modern times' ignorance, the world disease
Appeal to death of every man

A living hate smoldering abyss
Nurtured through centuries with quietly exercised wrath
Seeks the easiest way to the feed the engine
Praising the final bloodbath

Uncertainty and guilt
Will no longer endorse our fate
There will be no remorse, we kill to kill again
Killing all

Go ahead end it all, we deserve no better
As a forever unblessed detonation
The great plutonium chord fulminates
Blinding the eyes of creation

Cutting off all life support
Sweeping away existence instantly
Iced desolate ruins linger
Leaving traces of our lovely humanity

[repeat 1st and 6th verse]

[music by mustis/silenoz]
[lyrics by silenoz]

10. unorthodox manifesto

The memories far beyond the reckoning
Have begun to lurk in the distance
Like visual objects dearly known
The grace of devils hands

As they walk with me like a medium
When i choose and require a burn-out
Resting in expanded malicious force
Drained for murderous weapons

Knowing where you stand
In the magnitude of this thought
Looking at the spirit of fire and flames
Enduring on the throne of the black heart

[repeat 1st, 2nd and 3rd verse]

A bringer of evil i am
And therefore also a carrier of light
As i use this focus through the dark
And face the sunshine in the dead end

Limitations do not exist
When you are ahead of the crowd
With the art of confidence
I reign at the throne of my soul

The value of this darkness unwinds
Travelling the other path
A hidden triumph
But obvious to the strong and wise

By understanding this reality
I remain in a twice-coloured cloud
With feet connected solid in the ground
And thus i get peace of mind

A bringer of evil i am
And also a carrier of light
As i use this focus through the dark
And face the sunshine in the dead end

[tekrar]

For All Tid

Hver en tåre er frosset,
Vår sjel er lenket,
Vårt hat er blodig.

All glede er svunnet,
All latter er forsvunnet,
Alt liv skal ende i død.

I et kalt og øde landskap,
Skal den sorte horde tre frem,
Vår herre skal stige
Opp for all tid, reise sitt rike igjen.

Vår kamp skal belønnes,
Våre nav skal prises,
Våre sinn skal dra den grene,
Og hans kjærlighet skal evig gå tapt.
All moral skal forkastes,
Du vil men du dør av skam.

Nå er tiden kommet,
Ja knus de godes ord,
La oss for alltid bli herskere på denne jord.

[english translation:]

[for all time]

Every tear is frozen
Our soul is linked
Our hate is bloody
All happiness is gone away
All laughter is gone away
All life shall end in death
In a cold and deserted landscape
Shall the black horde step from
Our lord shall rise
Up for all time, rise his kingdom again
Our struggle shall be rewarded
Our names shall be written
Our minds shall pull the bough
All morality shall be cast away
You want but you die of shame
Now is the time come
Yes break the word of the good
Let us for all time become rulers on this earth