The quest for Azunda hath drown near The young king, the chaos he brings With iron grip's sword, chants come forth The child of dark is he The prophecy
I det mrkeste mrke troner jeg I mine slaer trer stillheten frem Faldne engler vokter mine porter I ddsdalens de skjnnhet Har min sjel vandret vill Mens
Langt...der borte i morket Gjennom tretopper der manelys driver Langt...der borte i all take Inn gjennom min sjel den sorte angst river Pa de mosegrodde
Vart hat skal vinne. Var ondskap skal gro. I feste seg i unge sjeler. Den siste krig skal vi vinne, og de godes blod skal falle som regn. Deres korte
Old dreams return Disillusioned, I yearn Am I buried beneath sand and clay? The caress of cold soil With limbs crippled to the coil Locked inside a nightmare
I det morkeste morke troner jeg I mine slaer trer stillheten frem Faldne engler vokter mine porter I dodsdalens ode skjonnhet Har min sjel vandret vill
Ages of the past Abrahadabra Forever to last Ages of the past Abrahadabra Forever to last Abrahadabra Enter the supreme unknown From within the chambers
Soul(s) on departure six six six Onward into another existance A trip far beyond all pleasant dreams A voyage through desolation sights Inner transformation
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
I det mA?rkeste mA?rke troner jeg I mine slaer trer stillheten frem Faldne engler vokter mine porter I dA?dsdalens A?de skjA?nnhet Har min sjel vandret
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Hver en tere er frosset, ver sjel er lenket, vert hat er blodig. All glede er svunnet, all latter er forsvunnet, alt liv skal ende i dod. I et kalt og
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
When the ghastly mourners awakens from sleep And the volant funeral crows are watching Like evil omens in shadowed murmur They welcome me again Agonized
The core principle of freedom Is the only notion to obey The formula of evolution of sin Leading the way The rebirth is the year of completion As we
We are gathered here In support of the Anti-Christ Let us sit by and watch Death and destruction's devotees revel Let us sit back and witness Innocent
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
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