Mother North How can they sleep while their beds are burning? Mother North Your fields are bleeding
Memories...the invisible wounds Pictures that enshrine your throne, gone
A future benighted, still they are blind Pigeonhearted beings of flesh and blood Keeps closing their eyes for the dangers That threaten ourselves and our nature And that is why they all enrage me
Sometimes in the dead of the night, I mesmerize my soul Sights and visions, prophecies and horror They all come in one
Mother North United we stand (together we walk) Phantom North I'll be there when you hunt them down
Du som hater gud, og kristent liv Føler hans nervær, som en bitter kreft Her ma det skjendes, og skjendes kvasst Himmelrikets enger, dynket i blod
Hater av gud Og lyspesten
Se inn i guds lamme øyne Sa spytter de i hans asyn Sla i hjel hans ynkelige lam Med klubbe
Gud med ditt og dine Har du lagt mitt norgesrike, i ruiner Fordumstiders staute skikk og bruk Kvestet du med dine stygge ord Na skal du bort fra var mark
I am the beast in passionate pain I am the grim being of the highlands Of the other side... I am winter when you freeze I am the hammer and you are the anvil
Forever in warfare my heart is With my passion of despair Still though I was there when the hills were born And when the wind blew for the first time So there are reasons for my existence
Seems like I dwell in a circle Somewhere in the Nordic Hemisphere
Where the howling winds rage And the mountains are majestic I can breathe and where there is Human flesh I feel strangled
Open the gate to immortality I stand proud awaiting the glory Of a new morning...Darkness
Eder har gjort vart rike rattent eder har gjort vart gull rustent og flammene fra de veldige sletter er alt vi har a minnes fra verdig manns tid
Eder har bragt kvalmende lys i dragens hule eder har malt kors pa hammer og vi har siktet pilen pa menneskennes usle trone
Nemesis divina splinten i øyet pa jehova Nemesis divina kniven i hjertet pa guds sønn
Eder har bragt elsk til fiende Eder har gjort ravn til due Men det ulme øyet er vendt mot eder og hevnens klokke ringer
Eder er vitnesbyrd om brente broer og glemte sanger Eder er barmhjertighetens fedre og milleniumspestens budbringere Dog skal en dag na komme da eder barn i tre skal henge
Nemesis divina splinten i øyet pa jehova Nemesis divina kniven i hjertet pa guds sønn
For stridsmenn har na hevet øksen og bespottelsens tegn er reist Nemesis divina - for straffen ma komme
Forhekset av tidenes vind, Besatt av Nattens kolde gufs Under ravnsvart himmel de bedriver Blodskam og hor Med skingrende stemmer de pakaller Dypets makter I en sirkel bundet av Grimme visjoner
Baret av dyrets Glans, Omfavnet av dødens vinger Av det dypeste hat i det sorteste av det mørke I en eng av torner... Na i fullmanens besettende lys
De nagler englene til jorden med sjel og kropp Kaos hersker over de hvite domener Profetier blir oppfylt Jorden star i et hav av flammer
Retreat, divide What moved, what blurred what spun, what changed our perception of reality
Awaiting the battle destined Reflecting the ending desired On bloodstained soil The circles meet Face him On bloodstained soil The fog dispersed Come forth - A new enemy
Unknown, begone It stirs, it fears It rips, it shreds The bizarre nature of our kind
Awaiting the battle destined Reflecting the ending desired On bloodstained soil The circles meet Face him On bloodstained soil The fog dispersed Come forth - A new enemy
For what, for whom? No rule, no sense Awaiting the battle destined Reflecting the ending desired On bloodstained soil The circles meet Face him On bloodstained soil The fog dispersed Come forth - A new enemy
Fitlhgrinder, no-love machine, cleaner unknown to remorse and pity cynical, electrical fucking murderer What a scenery, the heavy pulsebeat of the Unholy Alliance and the white fear Take a look around and understand, (that) your days are numbered the demon on the Wall and the ticking clock closing in (on that final) grasp for air, do you still believe? The future beast is rising and tyranny has come for 777 years reach out for mercy, it's just a bygone anyway Filthgrinder - practice aggression Filthgrinder - protect the wealth of the Elite Filthgrinder - tremble upon the ugly Trueborn creature, twist that Firm grasp of yours like in days of old He can feel it, he knows they can't to be in league with the underworld can't be mistaken you don't believe, you know! He chants a primitive gospel, so very hard Yeah! The mechanisms of destructive behaviour can be an artform in itself The beast risen represents no so called dark mercy evil knows no good, good knows no evil but a saviour he is in all forms, but religious a Grand engine carrying years of built up Hatred and Powers. You know that, isn't that why I can smell your fear? Your heart trying to rip its way through your chest Fitlhgrinder a beastified being risen form the collective hatred of an oppressed people. A people representing Pride, Dignity and Honour!
Wonder how it would be to be the great Redeemer the one to bestow upon you life and death the one to poison you when you're down or to be the one to hand you the crownofthorns when your hands are sore (and) to save you from the everything you care for Are you bitter when you see how pale you are? Do you feel hate without direction? A kind of seed inside you that never blossoms It is at the gallows end one forgets that everything has to have a greater meaning An unrecognisable call drags you towards the unspoken word to suffer Martyrdom for the others The Saviour cut off your wings, somehow just to remind you that He exists Those who wait for His salt with open wounds have a way to go the shadows of your must rest (first) Though I ask, why do you dig your own grave when others do it for you? The force behind the hit can not be mistaken 'cause He's the saviour with magnanimity and ...a light in the dark Maybe it is intimidating more than lighting the way where is the road going? To a place where you can wash the blood of your hands? Where did the knowing go?... With a saviour to transcendental kingdoms or to the valley of the forgotten? behind the vault of the sky's mystery lies a dream damned or saved, how could we ever know?
He would kill the whitedraped men He would kill all holly men He would kill the powers in control to waste these jokers in this pathetic game He would choke the sleaze pig He would shepherd the sheep off the cliff He would crush all organs of speech to start the process of renewal He would avenge the dead He would crave divine protection He would sing the songs of darkness to call upon it to manifest He would "mirror" himself in the tundra frost He would rape its virtue He would disable its ways of hurting him to give him that advantage This would be the way of the misanthrope in order to create you must destroy We would greet the nuclear morning mist We would smile at all life dying We would cherish each and every moment and celebrate the return of Sin We would bow to the planet's Iconoclast we would march under the flag of Dominion and Hate we would burn all conspirators and their works with'em We would reveal the only truth we would make them really sorry we would show them Sovereignty in true fashion and then be a reflection of their loss We would soak up the last joys of our lives we would Hail that grotesque destiny we would walk on the last glory and hope for blessing to come
A rotating silvercolored plateau, drops that dance down the columns Blue, cold and the raging starwind glowing colors at fearful speed indistnct pictures of prophets and visionaries in a galactic fog in outer space on an axis In another reality on a supersonic journey inevitably he can see it, the lights are going out and he knows if he just could make us understand In the emptiness there is nothing that can draw the picture you want just a stillborn child on hands that fumble Raging, raging at incomprehensible pace the colors blinding, the plateau falls in outer hell The disclose that we had to die... We pit the hand that fed us in outer space on an axis In another reality on a supersonic journey Is this what is yet to come, or a madman's reflection of the soul? As when his heart cried out in pain when he perceived what burdens we were to bear
Without beginning, without the end (our lifeblood) the road for the spiritual outlaws is never ending and so is the hunt for all those answers the devil may hold your truth, what a fucking relief it would be (to know) bluecold and the grim truth stands before you (all you ever wanted?) Descend and fly away to another day, another night sleep forever or serve to justify The brand that you wear speak of what you are made of It leaves you like an open book for everyone to read Is this it, is this what you wanted? The eye of the rest on your back To be a part of the masterplan is the only way to spiritual hell drink to that and never forget where you came from cause there's no such thing as a one way ticket to hell what a fucking relief that is Descend and fly away to another day, another night sleep forever or serve to justify
Break down all conventional forms and create chaos to reinvent order Rebel against all circles and dead ends fight your way with your mind set on the masses execute with mechanical aggression arrogance and extravagance march on unapproachable shut out the outside pressure or are you too weak? when shall they see the real darkness? In a world where our justice is replaced by mercy ...mercy for the inferior The serpent's maelstrom is already here just waiting to be unchained so feed the fire with the vile and let sincerity rule why can't you see that the armoured hostile aura is meant to keep you away in all your primal simplicity (it seems like) fright procreates the downfall of the mind such a sin isn't it... the stagnation of it all You must collect your instruments of battle and protect, to emancipate that which lives within you Rebel against the chains Break down the embodiment of your pain Attack with robot precision Rise and Shine under Wings of Divinity Now pick me up night and whirlwind and let me ride with you to peace of mind and nothing to Rebel
Scornful, relentless memory Ripped of all but drive Undressed by betrayal Zero tolerance for the souldead Wish I was the violence, inflicted upon you
Fuel for Hatred, air raid siren to mankind
Little you, still like a claw in my eye Pulsating organic rage I should have let you off of the hook Mind drifts into dynamic pain Universal onslaught I'm on my own (One soul, one hate)
Fuel for Hatred, air raid siren to mankind
Damnation, holocaust Devil horns for you to ride Time for the angel to spread his wings and fly World opponent, wishmaster of gruesome pain Stormtroops' frantic fury, demoniac spitfire!
Abortion of religious life, distinguish the rot I hate you to a level of intoxication Don't feel alone, I've got enough I wish you slow death, slow death by grinding
The chase is on Reverie dies Stand up be counted This world that we hold Will never kneel Fuck you - you can never win You never had Our persistence It's an honor never bestowed upon you We're wide - awake All senses alert We'll brush you off Like dirt on our skin A lifetime under devil wings Has forged a shield of unpenetrable strength
'Cause they want 'Cause they need 'Cause they are Made to be Now, Diabolical
Countless nights of ferocious anger And grinding teeth The jaw is clenched The spark is lit The target locked We want you dead Your head on our plate You wanted war And war you will get You sorry man - you never knew and you (were) never prepared
We cannot We will not We never have been affected by you We will always fight We will never rest We will not mourn
Those who got lost We entered this world and thought nothing Of no one or anything This world that we hold Came to us with our lives You always thought You never knew You never grasped our existence A shallow mind in an empty shell - no good to this world Both feet on the ground Firmly positioned Our boiling blood is pumping Damn you all for being so small You cannot kill What you cannot see
Beholding the might In its dawn of grace In its beauty and light In its pride and glory Rushing torrent - time and space Elder lords - crack the soil Gone or dead - you've never been Kingdom come - hear the roar Climbing down to rule the earth
Lighting strikes - wake up now He the fourth - hate the weak Summon all - make the signs Legions march - earth the void Climbing down to rule the earth
