Vart hat skal vinne. Var 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
Ages of the past Abrahadabra! Forever to last Enter the supreme unknown From within the chambers Comes expansion of thy own free will From the outer
Stig opp pa min trone bleke lik Fall pa kne ?rbodiget foran mine fotter Ta imot mitt kalde kyss pa din panne Jeg har lagt veien som forer til Helvete
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
[music: Mustis]
Man and his faithful ethics Intoxicated by the fruits of the earth Diabolical fanatikism, so cold and grim The perfect perversion, bestiality incarnate
Let us sit by and watch Death and destruction's devotees revel Let us sit back and witness Innocent semen being poured Into the arms of Armageddon
Hver en tare er frosset, var sjel er lenket, vart hat er blodig. All glede er svunnet, all latter er forsvunnet, alt liv skal ende i dod. I et kalt
The core principle of freedom Is the only notion to obey This door will allow evolution of sins Bringing new way The rebirth is the year of completion
Infected by invalid behaviour While capturing the stench of divine putrefaction Confess to slavery for the world saviour Give praise and inhale the corruption
Hengitt er vi Til Morkets keiser Den allmektiges kraft (Som) Forer vart sinn I kamp Mot godhet og logn Dog fiendens h?r er fattig Er den stor Men vi
Devoted to your own opiate In escapades from discontentment Are you shutting off from the outside world To reflect on your mind shallow gutter? For
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
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
The apparition of two faces in disgust Invisible but yet so clear Reflections seen by a fugitive Trying to escape the looking glass Blood runs from open
Glinsende manelys ovenfor driver Frostlagte stier viser vei Svarte sjeler farer henover natten Inn gjennom skodde heim Alt har svartnet Alt lys er svunnet
By the light of the moon And the beeings of the night A curse has been laid upon us To seek and tear celestial gloss to pieces By the power of death
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
