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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
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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
By the Devil
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
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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 streching 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
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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
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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!"
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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
...for once
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
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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
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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
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He became the swarm, indeed a pitiful imitation
To the verge of a quiet glance, an oracle without eyes
Darkness... My precious companion, even thou cant see his face
Salvation turned to bleed despair, compassion fled...
Sadistic delight flowed, like Hell burned brighter
Existence woven into darkness, prudence did fall
...In Satan's beauty, life was found...
A flow of orgasmic fire, swept through the cosmic night
I enthroned darkness triumphant, with the searing trident of the Inferno
Gaze towards the Heavens, an you might catch a glimpse of Me...
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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
[performing an ecstatic dance:]
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
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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
Endel stø du kan høre
I horisonten langt vekk
Skimtes den sigende skodde
Horder av ild rider månelyset I flokk
Ved daggry de samles ved en bortgjemt odde
Den iskalde snoen
Har kommet
Denne gang
I evig fokk
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The witchborn queen, leader of demonic whores
Profane mistress, captor of sin
Sworn to feed the ill and the weak
and bring their women and men into temptation
Eliza, the whore of the night
attends the sabbath, the theatre of lust
The hunter is in the ring, caressing folds of flesh
- Diabolical intercourse profound
She who brings horror to the insane
and haunts the sick and its kind
Selector of innocent holy infants
tempting their flesh, poisoning their mind
The young harlot, who acts by the trust of her fate
Cursed beneath the hands of doom, the grand master of hate
For her and hers the bells chime
Damnation's own
Evil superior siren, moonchild domain
- A sculpture for the holy to burn
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Endelost du kriget pa steppene
Nadelost du herjet i fjellene
Du tok dine seire med storm
Knuste fienden ved din hand
Oh, Attila!
Gjor meg til din tjener
Oh, Attila
Ta meg til din h?r
Du levde i morke
Du vandret i sorg
Du plyndret med stal til hest
En stolt og stridig konge
Som erobret hver en borg
For sa a heise fanen til fest
Attila, hunnernes konge
Krigenes herre, var far
Du hentet din styrke fra morke
Og pa tokt med deg jeg na drar
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The quest for Azunda hath drawn near
The young king, the chaos he brings
With iron grip's sword, chants come forth
The child of dark he is
In prophecy, chaos not near
In chaos, prophecies began
This child of dark, hath foreseen
He makes his own destiny
The magic he creates is from his will
The magic of Azunda, he shall receive
Iron grip's sword guides his path
To the place which is no more
The journey to this place is creation
In this creation, he shall be
Living for himself and his destiny
In his path, lies of the prophecies
In his mind he sees another
Who wishes to receive, Azunda
He sees light within in his enemy
And laughs at the prophecy
His will and his word is his sorcery
He is waiting for thee
To put an end to this prophecy
Azunda, give your power to me
The child of dark has found thee
And now must destroy, evil thee
Iron Grip's sword has gone through thee
Now, Azunda is mine for all to see
The king's task has been complete
The chaos has begun for all to see
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