En Vind Av Sorg La seg tungt omkring De Eldstes hus En eim av Frost pa en allerede Frossen sjel Et savn av Hyllest fra disse De Edle sinn Minnes de svundne
Satans Power Paint our Hearts and Satisfies our Souls When Witches Burn the priests When the Ancient One Returns When the Demons Ride the Nuns with their Horns of Dark
When Hell Calls Your Name there's No Way Back and the Burning slaves and the Burning holy will be seen from afar as the New Risen Throne (Star) and when
Into the abyss i fall And Dark is the reich of the dead A portal to reach to the side Where bodies fall from the sky Solitude And Peace Of Mind Entombed
and dream so I can see the trident clearer than ever now And in my darkest fantasy And as I reach for Hell In my darkest fantasy I reach for Hell and
[Lyrics by Fenriz, January 1994]
I am the thousand storms (fountain stone?) of the black heart I am the desert of redemption (redemption) I soar on dead wings of sin I am freedom with
Ien gammel ask - hang en Naskald gubbe, Under en Svart himmel - hvorfra Regnet fosset ned. Ingen for dithen - for a hugge liket ned, for ingen kunne vite
["The Dance of Eternal Shadows" on "Under a Funeral Moon"] Lover of all face the Apocolypse you fade away under the black rain and flowers remain flowers
Dreary bitter soulsets Life runs painfully gray down the walls of time Clenching onto the void Laming intense shivering terror Evilution of the mind
other world (where shadows draped to our feet) Evil Possess me Possess me I pretend but daemons I can only dream of Possess me In coldness and darkness
my eyes and see the darkest shadows dancing playing in the desert of my life burning, - and my soul is descending Glance into my eyes and see the darkest
I am allergic to my own tongue Licking my wounds, end up in Tears I sweep my teeth in yellow Spit Rotting Christ before my eyes I spit in the mouth of
Triangle of Flames" from "Under a Funeral Moon"] Engulfed in frost I sailed our dreams gloomy inner landscapes come to life I am the wolf in the darkest
If you think my castle Is built on sand Well bring on the tides You can fuck off and die If you think my patience Is ocean vast Or river deep You can
["Summer of the Diobolical Holocaust" from "Under a Funeral Moon"] Hearses are raining from the open sky megolomania reigns supreme Chilled in horror -
Nocturnal flight, no shadows cast a distant symbol of our beyond life lies in front of us Sacred Ground, Rotten Earth Ashes To Dust Flesh Decomposed Caressing
Oh, once again, I kneel before this altar Out in the moist chilly forest I proclaim The Autumn leaves that fell And those who still attach the trees The
