Dimmu Borgir

1. 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

3. Over Bieknede Blåner Till Dommedag

Langt om lenge det stormens blest
Slår tidevannets sprekninger
Slår hav på en skatt
Har snart alle skogstjern frosset
Og snøen dekker en fjelltopp

Stripels kriger traust han var
Som satte sitt mot i gammel tid
Vandrer hen til dodoy skar etter sin bane
Storgildt strid

Bleser bleknede blåners land
Overforlatt og dunkel jord
Og bra for fedre som har seiret
Norskehavets skumrings fjord

Reisen gjennom dimmen er grå
For meg er den et skall av forfars liv

Blesne blekne blåner fjell
Inn i en gråvendt natt
Jeg reiser over bleknede blåners fjell
Og her i mørket er jeg forlatt

Snart har snø tynget hver en grend
Snart har kong vinter beseiret jord
Her hvor en gang de gamle falt i marken
For å legge den øde øy
Og gjøre den ren

Over bleknede blåners fjell
Jeg drar i dens dunkle mørkmanns ord
Over land hvor fedres kamp har seiret
Hvor vikingsverd satte tydelig spor

[English translation:]

[Over Fading Blue-Horizon Until Judgement Day]

Long in length the storm's blast wind
Strikes tidewaters' ??
Strikes ocean over a treasure
Has quickly all forest-ponds frozen
And the snow covers a mountaintop
Soldier strong he was
Who sat unafraid in old days
Wanders to death-island chasm after his pure honourable conflict
Faded blue-horizon's land
Deserted and black earth
And good for forefathers who have ruled
The Norwegian ocean's dusk's fjord
The trip through dusk is grey
For me is it a shell of forefathers' lives
Fade blue mountains on the horizon
Into a turned-grey night
Travel over fading blue-horizon's mountains
And here in darkness I am deserted
Quickly has snow oppressed every bough
Quickly has king winter conquered earth
Here where once the old fell in the field in battle
In order to lay the island to waste
And make it clean
Over fading blue-horizon's mountain
T avel in its dark dark-man's word
Over land where forefathers' battle has conquered
Where Viking-sword sat plainly in sight

4. Stien

Svunne tider pajotuns vei
Der over hoye klipper og fjell
Har merket den med stov og aske
Fra dengang alders hirder
Vandret pa disse kanter

Her gandviks bergtroll trampet frem
I ondt og strrt et tussefolge
Hvor ferdafolk fant stor en visdom
Om landets skogsliv og morke sider
Her pa stien som bukter seg uendelig frem
Mellom berg hvor de vanskelig fremdeles
Kan oynes i horisonten

Sa storslatt det ma ha v?rt
Og speide ut over alt dette
Og a vandre sa alene og fri
En hostkveld i en kald og lett take
Slik som mange for meg har opplevd
Og som mange for meg ha verdsatt

Men minner blir glemt av tidens gang
Og lite er her som det engang var
Her som ellers har blader visnet
Men falt ned pa en forfallen jord
Hvor drommer og liv har dodd ut

Men kanskje bak en stien
Eller bak en gammel busk
Sitter fortsatt..... hmm
Og venter?

[English translation:]

Forgotten times on Jotuns path
There over high cliffs and mountains
Has marked it with dust and ashes
From when Alders' herds wandered these grounds.
Here Gandviks Cave trolls stamped forth
In an evil and large goblin-herd
Where rangers found a big wisdom
About the lands forest-life and dark sides
Here on the path who creeps eternally forth
Between banks where they difficult still
Can be seen in the horizon
So great it must have been
To look out over all this
And to wander so alone and free
An autumn evening in cold and light mist
Like many before me have experienced
And many before me have appreciated
But memories are forgotten as time passes by
And little is here that once were
Here like elsewhere leaves have wizened
But fallen down on a collapsed earth
Where dreams and lives have passed away
But maybe between a rock
Or behind an old buch
Sits still...
And waiting

6. 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

7. Hunnerkongens Sorgsvarte Ferd Over Steppene

Endeløst du kriget på steppene
Nadeløst du herjet i fjellene
Du tok dine seire med storm
Knuste fienden ved din hand

Åh, Attila!
Gjør meg til din tjener
Åh, Attila
Ta meg til din hæær

Du levde i mørket
Du vandret i sorg
Du plyndret med sal til hest
En stolt og stridig konge
Som erobret hver en borg
For så å heise fanen til fest

Attila, hunnernes konge
Krigenes herre, vår far
Du hentet din styrke fra mørke
Og på tokt med deg jeg nå drar

[English translation:]

[The King of the Huns' Sorrow Black Journey Over The Steppes]

Endlessly you fought on the steppes
Unmercifuly you ravaged in the montains
You took you victories with storm
Cruched your enemies with your hand
Oh, Attila!
Make me your servant
Oh, Attila!
Take me into your army
You lived in the darkness
You wandered in greif
You plundered with steel on horse
A proud and stubborn king
Which conquered each fortress
To so hoist the banner to feast
Attila, king of the Huns
King of warriors, our father
You gathered your strength from the darkness
And on plundering I now with you go

8. Raabjørn Speiler Draugheims Skodde

Langt...der borte i mørket
Gjennom tretopper der månelys driver
Langt...der borte i all tåke
Inn gjennom min sjel den sorte angst river

På de mosegrodde steiner de seg viser
Når nattemørket har senket seg over
Ekkoene...fra deres grufulle jamring
Endeløst...du kan høre

I horisonten langt vekk
Skimtes den sigende skådde
Horder av ild rider månelyset i flokk
Ved daggry de samles ved en bortgjemt ådde

Den iskalde snøen
Har kommet
Denne gang
I evig fokk

[English translation:]

[Raabjorn Reflect Ghost-Ship's Mist]

Long... there away in darkness
Through treetops there moonlight shines
Long... there away in all mist
Inside my soul the black anxiety tears
On the moss-grown stones they show themselves
When night-darkness has fallen
Echoes... from their horror-full moanings
Endless... you can hear
In the horizon far away
Is glimpsed the talking mist
Hordes of fire ride in a flock
By daybreak they gather by a hidden-away headland
The ice-cold snow
Has come
This time
In everlasting snowfall

1. 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

2. 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

[English translation:]

[Ring Of The Brotherhood]

Come young brother
Give us your pure youth
Lay your life in our hands
Fight our war with us

Let our sorrows darken your mind
Let our soul be torn apart
Feel the night wrap itself around you
Forget all love

No tears shall fill your nights
Enter the ring of Brotherhood
No weakness shall be found in your soul
Strength shall wander by your side

Come
Share your hate with us
Leave your weak body
Do not be bewildered by enchanting words
In death lies all power

3. Når Sjelen Hentes Til Helvete

Følg
Følg etter
Til Ondskapens hall vi drar!
Der det vendte kors pryder ferden!
Av Mørkets Allmektighet!

På kristi flesk vi spytter!
La det råtne!
Et symbol på barmhjertighetens bortgang!
Et skuespill der endes!

Bring frem vårt indre sinne!
Vis veien for vårt hat!
Skjend guds sjeler til evig pine!
I Ondskapens paradis er de dine!

[English translation:]

[When The Souls Are Brought To Hell]

Follow
Follow us
Through the hall of evil we travel!
Where the inverted cross leads the journey!
From the Omnipotence of darkness!

On the flesh of Christ we spit
Let it rot!
A symbol of disappearance of goodness
A play that is ended

Bring forth our inner anger!
Show the way for our hatred!
Give eternal suffering to God's souls!
In the paradise of evil they are yours!

4. Sorgens Kammer / Sorgens Kammer - Del II

[Sorgens Kammer]

[Instrumental]

[Sorgens Kammer - Del II (released on "Stormblåst"'s re-release (2005)]

Minnenes ekko stiller timen
Kneblet i tungsinnets lenker faller jeg ifra
Ikke lenger vil jeg være boltet fast i vemodighetens anker
Men endelig få lengselens slukket - Etter å dra

Drakk jeg for meget av livshåpets krus
Tok jeg gledens forfengelighet for gitt
For min strid mot tomhetens smerte - Denne dødsangstens rus
Er det eneste ene igjen - Som er mitt

I min ensomhet vet jeg likevel
At jeg ikke har noen andre å takke enn meg selv
Derfor er jeg rolig når
Repet strammer rundt min nakke

Stumme viner kan ei gi trøst
Menigmann i gravkorets forsamling vil aldri fatte
Det landet av fortapelse
Jeg egenhendig skapte

Denne intense dragning mot dødens portaler
(Har jeg som) En vandrende studie i gråtkvalt messe-noir
Behersket siden tidens morgen
Men noe jeg aldri lot slippe taket - Var sorgen

[English translation:]

[Chambers Of Sorrow Part II]

The echoes of silence sets the hour.
Gagged in the chains of "depression", I fall away.
No more I will be bolted fast in the anchor of "melancholy".
But finally get my longing "fulfilled" - for leaving.

Did I drink too much from the goblet of "lifehope"?
Did I take the vanity of joy for granted?
For my battle against the pain of emptiness - this intoxication of the angst of death,
Is all that is left... that is mine.

In my loneliness I still know,
That I have none to thank but myself.
This is why I remain calm,
As the rope is tightening around my neck.

Silent witnesses can not give comfort.
The ordinary man in the assembly of the "gravechoir".
Tha land of perdition
I created by my own hands.

This intense attraction to the portals of death
(I have as) A wandering study of tearful black mass.
Controlled since the dawning of time,
But something I never would let go.. was the sorrow.

5. 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 ø 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

6. Stormblåst

Gjennom tideløse mørke drømmer.
I fuktig høstvind over landstrakte vidder
Mot Sorias fjellheim
Kommer jeg, en fandens ridder

Glatt er runen på det hø fjell
Gnidd vekk av regn og vind
Dragende kraft av ondskap lurer
Her ved trollheims muldne grind
Fortumlet av dette mørke byggverk
Med røvet gull fra lysets pakt
Brukt som spott til å senke
Deres murer

Vi grunder over dette riket
Så vakkert fylt med tideløs skumring
Som en stjerne i tomsindighetens juv
Det bringer frem en nattlig mimring
Over tanker fra en vissen tid

Drott til himmel er det reist
Av tidens endeløse svarte minner
Stormblåst ut av det sorte indre
Har bergflint rullet fra mo til kneist
Undring og angst samler seg i natten
I mørket som ruver om spiret
For ingen dag kan veien hit
Intet lys kan luske frem

Der sorg har beseiret alle gleder
Og bygd et land på menneskets jord
Fylt med isklad prakt og heder

[English translation:]

[Storm Blown]

Through timeless, decayed dreams
In a moist autumn wind over deserted plains
Against Sorias mountains
I come, a Devil's Knight

Smooth is the rune on the high mountain
Washed away by rain and winds
Enchanting force of evil lurks
Here at Trollhome's moudly gate
Perplexed by the dark building
Made of stolen gold from the pact of light
Used as mockery to make their walls fall

We ponder over this kingdom
So beautiful, filled with timeless dusk
As a star in the gorge of emptiness
Brings forth a nightly wondering
Over thoughts from a long gone time

Straight to the sky it is erected
From the endless black memories of time
Storm blown out of the black inner
Has rock rolled from heath to bottom
Wondering and anxiety gather in the night
In the darkness looming about the spire
For no day knows the way here
No light can sneak in

Where sorrow has conquered all joy
And built a land on human's earth
Filled with ice-cold splendor and glory

7. 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

8. 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

9. Vinder Fra En Ensom Grav

En høyreist ridder vender hjem
Over himmel til himmel på en selvgjort bro
Fra den endelige tvekamp mot lysets prest
For nå til sist å gå til ro

Se der i fjellbrisens indre
Hvor dets liv har søkt ly for en sol
Som omsider vil mørkne med den evige natt
Og hindre en verden i (å) blomstre og gro

Se der i øyets satire
Hvor rester av godhet jages på flukt
Og vindes vekk i en åpen grav
Til den siste tenning av lys er slukket

Med kraftige hugg i menneske skaller
Frydes den rytter i årvåken dis
Himmelhøyt, vandrende over sin stjerne
Skottende på en jord dekket i is

Over utallige faldne menn
Som sådde livets spirende korn
Streifer han vekk fra den siste krig
Den mektigste fyrste, den blodige torn

[English translation:]

[Winds From A Lonely Grave]

A proud knight returns home
From heaven to heaven on a self-made bridge
From the endless battle against the pries of light
And now he shall rest

See into the inner of the mountain breeze
Where its life has sought shelter for a sun
Which in end will go dark with the eternal night
And prevent our world from blooming and growing

See the satire of the eye
Where remains of good is chased away
And is blown away in an open grave
Until the last light has been put out

With powerful blows to human's heads
The knight rejoice in a dark mist
High as the sky, wandering over his own star
Glaring at a world covered with ice

Over innumerable fallen man
Who sowed the growing seed of life
He wanders away from the last war
The might prince, the bloody thorn

10. Gud's Fortapelse - Åpenbaring Av Dommedag

Hengitt er vi
Til Mørkets keiser
Den allmektiges kraft
(Som) Fører vårt sinn
I kamp
Mot godhet og løgn

Dog fiendens hær er fattig
Er den stor
Men vi skal ta dem alle
Og hente dem inn
En etter en

Det håp de ser i gud
Skal forsvinne i et hav av torner
De torner deres falske frelser
Engang følte spikret i sin skalle

Himmelen skal rakne
Og en fandens torden
Skal buldre å brake
Hans krefter vil røyne
Der Mørkets front
Beseirer lystes pest

Øyne vil renne i sorg
Når de innser (at) deres gud
Ikke lenger kan hjelpe
Det håp de så i gud
Er svunnet og vekk for alltid

De følger nå sin falske felser
Som fortsatt er bærer av en krone
Med torner
Men konge ble han ikke

[English translation:]

[God's Damnation-revelation Of The Judgment Day]

Devoted are we
To the emperor of the dark
The power of the almighty
(Which)leads our minds
Into battle
Against the good and their lies

Though the enemy's army is poor
It is big
But we shall take them all
Gather them up
One by one

The hope they saw in God
Shall I disappear in an ocean of thorns
The thorns their fake messiah
Once felt nailed to his skull

Heaven shall be torn
And a fucking thunder
Shall boulder and roar
His powers will go weak
Where the front of dark
Conquer the plague of light

Eyes will run in sorrow
When they realize (that) their god
No longer can help
The hope they found in God
Is gone and so it shall be forever

Now they follow their fake salvator
Who still carries a crown of thorns
But king he never became

11. Avmaktslave

[Released on the "Stormblåst"'s re-release (2005)]

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.

1. Mourning Palace

Daylight has finally reached it's end
As evenfall strikes into the sky
Far away in the dark glimpsing moonlight
Sickening souls cry out in pain

Whispering voices summoning screams
Waiting for Satan to bless their sins
Blackhearted angels fallen from grace
Possessed by the search for utter darkness

Hear the cries from the Mourning Palace
Feel the gloom of restless spirits
Hear the screams from the Mouring Palace
Feel the doom of haunting chants

Eternal is their lives in misery
Eternal is their lives in grief
Abandoned in a void of nothingness
A chain of anger, a fetter of despair

In this garden of depraved beings
This unsacred place of helpless ones
Satan blessed the creatures
Inswathed them in endless night

Whispering voices, summoning screams
Waiting for Satan to bless their sins
Blackhearted angels fallen from grace
Possessed by the search for utter darkness

2. Spellbound (By The Devil)

You have returned to the torture-chambers
To find peace among the rotting corpses
You have returned to the execution place
To inhale the smell of blood

Death and terror rules the land
We have been spellbound

You have returned to the hidden graves
Only you know about
You have returned to to face your victims
And feel sensation of violence once again

Death and terror rules the soul
You have been spellbound
By the Devil
Murderer, you have returned
To create fear and sorrow
Death and terror rules the land
We have been spellbound
By the Devil

3. In Death's Embrace

By the light of the moon
And the beings of the night
A curse has been laid upon us
To seek and tear celestial gloss to pieces

By the power of death
And the shadow of the reaper
A call has been brought upon us
To complete the infinite fall of heaven

Without the wit or will to end this journey
We continue travelling towards our faith
Harvesting helpless Christian spirits
Raping the sanctity of saints

The heavenly father is stretching his hand
Pathetically begging for mercy
We spit and piss on his sacred flesh
As we breathe the breath of the unholy

For with the sign of the pentagram
Hellfire rage is for us to come
As we shall wander the pit

Unhallowed by the infernal one
We are forever captured
By the embrace of death

4. Relinquishment Of Spirit And Flesh

King of tempests and storms
Lord of innumerable figures and forms
Blessed with thy cold I am
As I upon the shoulders of mine
Bear the burden of Thine

Once I got touched by a fire from beyond
An invitation to darkness of which I could not resist
Caressed by the feathers of the fallen
I took the fate in my hand

My raging Commander
My constant Shade
My soul's Persecutor
My eternal Divinity

Revealing Thy powers in visions and dreams
Invoking your magic at night
Honoured I am to mission Thy word
Within a creed is sworn of majestic might
An infernal allegiance in which I pay my share
An unholy awakening inside of which I intend to bear

Beholding Thy commotion
I entreat You with devotion
I subsume Your might with strength
I will carry on with You as my guardian
Against the lambs of the light

Possesses by the true god of earth I am
Possessed for eternity

5. The Night Masquerade

A scarlet sunset
The threshold to nightplay
A sinful oath is to be sworn
A beckoning bloodlust
Among the seekers
Tyrannic hunger yearns

A gathering in flames and fires
Devil's daughters dance
Scourged in filth obscene and lewd
Longing to dark desires

The nocturnal beast appears
In an evil despotic shape
Expectant watching gracelessly
Before demanding the sluts of lust

[The Beast:]
"Come forth harlots, let's begin!"

[The Beast approaches:]
"Rise and give praise in front of Me
And receive eternal life from Me!
Welcome my spirit in honour of Me!
So drink of the blood I provide you
And you shall all forever wander in
The shadows of death...!

[The chanting whores:]
"Oh yes, Master! Let us receive
Thine offer and drink with thee!
And become a part of Thy realm
With lust, sex and sodomy
For we are those who seek life eternally...!

[The Beast:]
"Blood is life and it shall be all ours!"

6. Tormentor Of Christian Souls

I could drag you to my chambers
And strip you naked in darkness
I could pull your fingernails out one by one
And rape you till you find no hope

I could rip your guts out
And let you watch me
Sacrifice your unborn child
I could leave you to starve
And even bring you to total silence
...but I won't

For I find no pleasure in your physical pain
I want your Christian soul to crumble

Your fucking soul

When I have seen your church go up in flames
And you are weeping I will laugh
When I have seen you mourn over loved ones
I will feel bliss when your mortal soul is in ruins

I will grin in the shadows
For that gives me pleasure...
...tormenting a Christian soul

7. Entrance

Soul on departure six six six
Onward onto another existence
A trip far beyond all pleasant dreams
A voyage through desolation sights

Inner transformation
Subconscious flight
In the glance fields of fires
In the distance meadows of might
Where minds being enshrouded in a 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 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

8. Master Of Disharmony

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