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 of darkness of which I colud 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 Honored 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
Possessed by the true god of earth I am Possessed for eternity
Master of disharmony welcome my tainted soul Take me from the hordes of the living into the blessed darkness Master of disharmony take my impure flesh Lead me into the path of temptation save me from cowardness
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 danmed
Master of death take my pitiful life I am enslaved I shall never forget the pain
Gjennom tidelose morkne drommer I fuktig hostvind ober landstrakte vidder Mot Sorias fjellheim Kommer jeg, en fandens ridder
Glatt er runen pa det hoye fjell Gnidd vekk av regn og vind Dragende kraft av ondskap lurer Her ved trollheims muldne grind Fortumlet av dette morke byggverk Med rovet gull fra lyets pakt Brukt som spott til a senke Deres murer
Vi grunder over dette riket Sa vakkert fylt med tidelos skumring Som en stjerne i tomsindighetens juv Det bringer frem en nattlig mimring Over tanker fra en vissen tid
Drott til himmels er det reist Av tidens endelose svarte minner Stormblast ut av det sorte indre Har bergflint rullet fra mo til kneist Undring og angst samler seg i natten I morket 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 pa menneskets jord Fylt med isklad prakt og heder
"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 theater 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 chaim Damnation's own
Evil superior siren, moonchild domain -A sculpture for the holy to burn"
Master of disharmony welcome my tainted soul Take me from the hordes of the living into the blessed darkness Master of disharmony take my impure flesh Lead me into the path of temptation save me from cowardness
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 danmed
Master of death take my pitiful life I am enslaved I shall never forget the pain
Soul(s) on departure six six six onward unto 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 mists Where minds being enshrouded in complete night The fading of love, life and light
Wandering an endless journey Dead within a trance 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
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
A scarlet sunset the threshold to nightplay A sinful oath is to be sworn A beckoning bloodlust among the seekers Tyrranic hunger yearns
A gathering in flames and fires - Devil's daughters dance Scourged in filth, obscene and lewd - Longing for dark desires
The nocturnal beast appears in an evil despotic shape Expectant watching gracelessly before demanding the sluts of lust
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 recieve eternal life from Me! Welcome my spirit in honor 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 recieve 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!"
Glowing eyes, staring eyes Manifest of evil presence With entities swept in disease and decay A fall from paradise beyond redemption
He who speaks of nightly tresures He who wraps the serpent around my neck He who pours poisonous wine in my chalice He who lets me serve and slip away
...And so I will take shelter In the absence of the light Hiding like a masked miniature in the dark A revenant without relief it seems For the art of becoming a progeny And to be raised in such curse Infesting the dead in herdes
His grandeur of guidance in roundtrips obscure He who immerse my hands in sullen thrills His pat on wich domination linger He who dares to proove the sanity of mine
He who speaks of nightly tresures He who lets me serve and slip away
Black uneartly void creatures crawling Forbidden forgotten fairly underrated Bastards in the shape of angels holding my hands Passing me wath is left of the wine
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
Daylight has finally reached it's end As evenfall strikes into the sky Far away in the dark crimson 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 Mourning 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
