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from Satyricon - Rebel Extravaganza (1999)
Sinful woman with me cause I'm the wolf on your shoulder
but complain not to me, cause I'm the accuser If you dare to withhold the immense power and the greed you shall walk among us the subterranean fields Why don't you come with me and dance the snakepit dance rhythmic moves to the eerie bell, the boiling blood evils breath on your neck, the morbid rite I'm tied in bronze chains (so) where do all the flowers come from (in October 1997) I am tired, should I care anymore? The rusty claws who reach for me are too far away sense no anger for that, be at one The sleaze on the Wall is all gone (anyway) it's just flowers, flowers Come, come let's join the orgy decay and wine, sodomy all the way no rest for the holly forbidden fruit is always best drift'n filth tastes so good I see the cross of Peter overwhelming their coward countenance Oh you're so damned clean, now take my dirty whore, hellfire is inside her contaminate the clean, woman. Let him feel you're woman It's the only way to release the chains My candle is burning at both ends, I just want to be released before I go It's a harsh voyage, to the land of sin I had to make sure to bring'em down with me I am the lost of my kind I'm tied in bronze chains |
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from Satyricon - Rebel Extravaganza (1999)
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! |
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from Satyricon - Rebel Extravaganza (1999)
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? |
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from Satyricon - Rebel Extravaganza (1999)
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 |
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from Satyricon - Rebel Extravaganza (1999)
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 |
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from Satyricon - Rebel Extravaganza (1999)
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 |
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from Satyricon - Rebel Extravaganza (1999)
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 |
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from Satyricon - Rebel Extravaganza (1999)
Salvation: A merciless hand
from below holding the melancholy of a million strangled souls Part, melancholy So warm and glorious embraced in a black mass a mass which holds the pain of oppression Part, oppression I'll reach out for that salvation hand and accept its shinig blessing so that I can bear their pain and longing Part, longing |
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from Mtv2 Headbangers Ball Vol.2 (2004)
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 Fuel for Hatred, air raid siren to mankind |
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from Satyricon - Now, Diabolical (2006)
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 |
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from Satyricon - Now, Diabolical (2006)
Bloodshot eyes - metal skin
Serpents tounge - dagger claws Dragon wings - crooked horns K.I.N.G 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 Bloodshot eyes - metal skin Serpents tounge - dagger claws Dragon wings - crooked horns K.I.N.G Upon high places With their heads up high With their lives at stake With their blades at hand Triumph come - beyond the gate Giants rise - from the pits Worlds collide - chaos reign Dawn of gold - age of gods Climbing down to rule the earth Bloodshot eyes - metal skin Serpents tounge - dagger claws Dragon wings - crooked horns K.I.N.G 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 Bloodshot eyes - metal skin Serpents tounge - dagger claws Dragon wings - crooked horns K.I.N.G |
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from Satyricon - Now, Diabolical (2006)
Hellbent and raw
Armed to the core Walks with the wind Determined and strong Inherit his laws Adopt and obey Rise my friend - march to war Time is up - shadows dance Fight my friend - tyrants pull Time is up - burn the world Driven by sin Let the scavengers loose Power from hell Siege and advance Silence the foe Fire and smoke From the slumber arise Triumphant Beast of forgotten times The Pentagram Burns and the clock strikes the hour The Final Hour |
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from Satyricon - Now, Diabolical (2006)
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 |
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from Satyricon - Now, Diabolical (2006)
Freedom, urge, faith - and deeper he falls
Hatred, rage, fear - the stronger denial Anger, heat, lust - the higher he climbs Slave - the shackles are off Act - Do it your way Horns - the abyss ascends Now gather the earth It's the coming of the Dark Lord All tribes unite This is the rite of our cross Viewing, judging, killing - A formula known Fading, paling, rotting - A story too old Wielding, might, just - Now throw me the fight Glowing, thriving, winning - The truth will be told |
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from Satyricon - Now, Diabolical (2006)
They've come into this sphere
With (their) natural born fire To spread and protect new found truth No man is man more noble the the cause he fights (for) From the heavens From the abyss From the depths of man From the mind From the heart From the soul In the day and hour of depression Fate is on our side The twilight is soon over And heads are turned northwards Behind the wall of sleep is and always was From the heavens From the abyss From the depths of man From the mind From the heart From the soul The will to win and timeless strenght Holy holy union made in hell No dark force for you to overcome From the heavens From the abyss From the depths of man |
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from Satyricon - Now, Diabolical (2006)
A bitter blow - A darkened maze
can take you down A fearless man - A shattered spirit will immerse in misery Come see it - Come feel it It is here Come see it - Come feel it It's alive Delirium - Out of bounds Delirium - Dying inside Delirium - Left to wither Delirium - Infernal Majesty Count me in (Let's) ride the storm (And) fend them off Set Me Free A source of light - A tower call can lead the way A scent of blood - A lust for life will take you home A broken mind - A Fiery soul will stand the pain A tightened fist - A will divine can break the chain Come see it - Come feel it It is here Come see it - Come feel it It's alive Delirium - Out of bounds Delirium - Dying inside Delirium - Left to wither Delirium - Infernal Majesty Count me in (Let's) ride the storm (And) fend them off Set Me Free |
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from Satyricon - Now, Diabolical (2006)
I Lost Touch With me
I was And Still Am Fire Ignite! To the Mountains Live Breath Sense Move I know It pains me too Ignite! To the Mountains Lies, deceit Fright, escape Caught, burdened Gone, trapped Get up, on your feet Give me, your very self It's time to Rise! Persist Progress Chin up And Ignite! To the Mountains Cast the light - deadly trail I see it now Sky is lit - opens up I want my share Lift me up - carry me I need you now Heal the wounds - bloody deep I have to stop Ignite! To the Mountains |
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from Satyricon - Volcano (2008)
Who made deceit into the ultimate award?
Who told you, you're not poisoned? I see the snake coiling inside you I see the venom in your eyes You can't stab me, or even touch me You can't betray me, it's just an illusion I built the pain inside you I spawned the snake It will gradually tear you apart It will eat you from inside No longer sweet revenge No longer emotional triumph Pity you, led to believe (in own willpower) Pity you, (resting) on withered laurels Can't you see, the world's on fire... Can't you feel, you're getting burnt! There's a day coming, for me to rip and to rape There's a winter coming, for you to be swallowed Swallowed by emotional cold Swallowed by a power much greater than yourself Who made deceit into the ultimate award? Who told you, you're not poisoned? I see the snake coiling inside you I see the venom in your eyes You can't stab me, or even touch me You can't betray me, it's just an illusion I built the pain inside you I spawned the snake |
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from Satyricon - Volcano (2008)
Born into a field of flowers, to slowly wilt away
Sheltered by wings, delicately smothered by blindness Released among the wolves, thus molded by resistance Ridden by the clawed hoofs of tyrants The fruit of other worlds, but grown by loneliness Concealing a black soul, and but sensing the beyond Uniquely grown from within Shimmered by a darker night, but left to solitude How can one disclose a darker night, if one but rests? Or evidence the suffering, by wordly gauge? Or comprehend the long-drawn agony When pain and evil never trod one down Like a warring sun, from a better kingdom Beautiful, free, of different steel! Dearly prized, and equally broken He should have gone free of you! An emotional tumour, gnaws from inside Of heartless, spineless treason The darkest night now weaves its loom Soon to release its spawn |
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from Satyricon - Volcano (2008)
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 Fuel for Hatred, air raid siren to mankind |
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from Satyricon - Volcano (2008)
Crawling down the road of life
another hopeless speech Gruesome soul numbness People stare, do they know I am suffering the tyrants Every gesture is a malicious attack a firm fist of misery But it shall not coincide with the Lion's downfall There are no tears No feeling of guilt Nowhere to channel the anger Nowhere to leave the pain How can they feast upon the Lion without knowing? ...He will eventually rise again Hunt him down (when He is at his weakest) Tempt him down (on His knees if you can) Stronger than all (so it's futile) All there is left (right now) is personal pride Enough to return with rays of light |
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from Satyricon - Volcano (2008)
Mourning the decay
Bitter ungodly enemy cast into heavy woe Left in the corner of the world (we are possessed) Out of the maze, with clearsight - at the brink of one's abyss Out of the maze, with clearsight - cold eyes at the world Out of the maze, with clearsight - disbelief and scorn Out of the maze, with clearsight - not poisoned by your fraud (we are possessed) The realisation of the position No longer vulnerable Having played the music no one could understand Serenade to the devil's den - He, the final frontier! Defaming judgement upon the starving souls mourning self-made pestilence Cannon fodder for the apocalypse A haunt for every unclean spirit Lord of the flies or kingdom of death Circle the prey, show them your eyes, they bear witness of centuries of might Predecessor who blessed us with grace in sempiternal fight Excessive aggression - Fire is the definite sign of rebirth! The elders' electrons channelled through you carried by thy night Supremacy Born to win this battle, defeat is the tongue of the whore |
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from Satyricon - Volcano (2008)
Do we need another bastard nation...
another force-fed disgust Do we need another bastard nation... aiming at us clinically Like an insect-swarm towards the shapeless mouth of a dead whore We need the spirit, the voice, the angel of light arising from melted mass We need the spirit, the voice, the angel of light taking invincible shape to standing ovation Repossessing night and her hand's godly touch The unbearable feeling of hitting that dark wall is a scene that must come to an end Eartly decay in front of our eyes Now, now it's killing for a living No more repined bastard nation A generous gesture to a people so blind No more repined bastard nation fumbling, descending, away from the light It takes a non-poisoned creature to withstand a monster that has grown and spawned, a darkness, I can not tolerate A darkness we must bury Do they feel, do they absorb our pain... the search to justify one truth Do they feel, do they absorb our pain... the greater understanding It takes a non-poisoned creature to defeat and destroy a monster, that has grown and spawned a darkness, a darkness we can not tolerate |
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from Satyricon - Volcano (2008)
Past tense icons
locked up in cages A disgrace to us, (and) a vital sight of (impending) doom Upheld by insane aggression No tender repentance, (just) denial of ugliness With the rain come their conquest Behold those who ride black winds Satan, the kings are heading home No harmony on the horizon when our haven burns silently An image of absolute mutiny against those who pertain to the dearest hell Monotonous graveyard plains - The soul exile Quintessence of pain - a higher form of suffering! (Why should man be protected, what has he done to justify it? This is why we embrace animals; they represent the innocence man doesn't have) Monotonous graveyard plains - The soul exile Quintessence of pain - Satan, the kings are heading home |
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from Satyricon - Volcano (2008)
Grey heavens, no light shed
Bleak day, change is ahead Oval mountainside, naked cold Unreleased powers, no fright Slide down sorrow, smell what comes with the breeze Cold chambers, punishment awaits Hollow tone haunts, anticipation's choir sings Turn around, face the depth of inner sanctum Autumn in the air, (the) smell of Black Metal 90-95 World moves, in mysterious ways Body onwards, mind drifts You die, then we hail (to our relief) New age dawns Face all wrath Sickness; won't understand, Burning first Grace falls Volcano shaking Fates are being sealed Heavens blunder, no turning back Will you or will you not to heroism walk Black Lava, drifting down the mountainside Black Lava, you can't fight Pernicious flow, redemptive perpetuity Unholy drive, the gods arrogant grin If my world's a joke, do you see them smile? Hellbound me - on a throne of gold Wastelands prey on dying cattle Desert sucks on poor man's thirst Glimpse of glory, walk ahead Slaves of Nazareth, can not be fed Black Lava, drifting down the mountainside Black Lava, you can't fight |
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from Satyricon - Nemesis Divina (1999)
"And I looked, And behold a pale horse:
And his name that sat on him was Death And Hell followed with him. And power was given Unto them over the fourth part of the earth, To kill with sword, And with hunger, And with death, And with the beasts of the earth". And then again "I saw and beheld, a black horse; And he that sat on him had a scythe; And a crown Was given unto him and he went forth conquering, And to Conquer And there was a great earthquake, And the sun became black As sackcloth of hair, And the moon became as blood. And the stars of heaven fell unto the earth, Even as a fig tree casteth her untimely figs, When she is shaken of a mighty wind, And the heaven Departed as a scroll when it is rolled together, And every mountain and island were moved out of their Places." Almighty mountains and rocks, I beg you fall on them. For the great day of wrath is coming, And who shall be able to stand? |
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from Satyricon - Nemesis Divina (1999)
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 |
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from Satyricon - Nemesis Divina (1999)
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 |
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from Satyricon - Nemesis Divina (1999)
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 |
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from Satyricon - Nemesis Divina (1999)
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 |
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from Satyricon - Nemesis Divina (1999)
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 |
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from Satyricon - The Age Of Nero (2008)
In the house of lords
We control the movement Of your limbs There is endless beauty In the might that we possess Dragons are creatures Of (our) own imagination And dragons... Dragons breathe fire We throw stones in the water And see the waves That we create We push - Push hard Predatorial instinct, built for the kill Commando - Stones in the water Commando - The Age of Nero Keep looking for morning In the shelter of night (While) we renew our strength Transfusing my blood New layers to the core I am ready now As the world kneels We push - Push hard Predetorial instinct, built for the kill Commando - Stones in the water Commando - The Age of Nero |
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from Satyricon - The Age Of Nero (2008)
Hidden under it's wings
The darkness you wish to hide Bearer of ugly truths Grey... Somber morning Through blurry glass The black crow Here comes the messenger Found bringer of dark days Here comes the messenger Black crow on a tombstone Stare That reeks of death The posture Makes you tremble Here comes the messenger Found bringer of dark days Here comes the messenger Black crow on a tombstone (She'll) seek And find you Make you remember Here comes the messenger Found bringer of dark days Here comes the messenger Black crow on a tombstone Hidden under it's wings The darkness you wish to hide Bearer of ugly truths On a grey Somber morning Through blurry glass The black crow Here comes the messenger Found bringer of dark days Here comes the messenger Black crow on a tombstone |
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from Satyricon - The Age Of Nero (2008)
My skin is cold and the birds fly free
Over my head, where winter grows A heathens call, stand up or fall This world is yours, for you to rule This, the blood of sin Flows freely This, unstoppable force In the naked flesh My skin is cold - your skin is cold Black metal rock and a scent of leather And bloodstained gold With rain and wind come times of change, and dream come true I go with you, on the path we make This, the blood of sin Flows freely This, unstoppable force In the naked flesh My skin is cold - your skin is cold Snow covered mountain I gaze in awe Wondering who and what was here before I made my mark on that sacred soil This phoenix rose from a pit of pain This, the blood of sin Flows freely This, unstoppable force In the naked flesh My skin is cold - your skin is cold One nations man carrying the weight, of a peoples disgrace This is the turnaround! Driven by birthright and godsent will The time has come for you to rule This, the blood of sin Flows freely This, unstoppable force In the naked flesh My skin is cold - your skin is cold |
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from Satyricon - The Age Of Nero (2008)
Death's raw warrior
Enslaver of youth High-bound sorcerer Celebrated overlord Solidly... Monstrously... Last Man Standing! Unmasked emperor Scavenger and bait Wrathful conqueror Reverend and overlord Consciously... Destiny... Last Man Standing! Death's new warrior Powerful, not vain Newborn, not blind Celebrated overlord Victory... Proudly... Last Man Standing! Unmasked emperor Ready for more Shadowlain wanderer Reverend and overlord |
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from Satyricon - The Age Of Nero (2008)
I det stille Rom
I det klare sinn Et nakent lerret Foran han En urørt mark Allmektighet Av riket stort Den siste var Allmektighet Endelig Var siste stund En kjempes slag Det bor i han Et storslatt hjerte Den siste kriger Som aldri ga seg Som skulle frem Den siste stund I naken drakt Na star vi her Pa avgrunds mark Den siste dag Vi visste kom Pa moder jord Fordervet sjel Vrir sitt indre Fordømte barn Av Satans sol Du synker For eget seil Forbannet være Ditt daue sinn Herre... Makt... Sett dem fri I storsinns tegn En langsom ferd For en herdet sjel Det ville seg Det matte skje Naturens gang Allmektighet Av rike stort Den siste var Allmektighet Endelig Var siste stund En Kjempes slag Et skjær av lys Som kaster hap Pa en fattig mann Som ikke vet Hva bor i han Et salig tegn Pa undergang Den siste stund I naken drakt Na star vi her Pa avgrunds mark Den siste dag Naturens gang Vart endelikt |
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from Satyricon - The Age Of Nero (2008)
My skin is cold and the birds fly free
Over my head, where winter grows A heathens call, stand up or fall This world is yours, for you to rule This, the blood of sin Flows freely This, unstoppable force In the naked flesh My skin is cold - your skin is cold Black metal rock and a scent of leather And bloodstained gold With rain and wind come times of change, and dream come true I go with you, on the path we make This, the blood of sin Flows freely This, unstoppable force In the naked flesh My skin is cold - your skin is cold Snow covered mountain I gaze in awe Wondering who and what was here before I made my mark on that sacred soil This phoenix rose from a pit of pain This, the blood of sin Flows freely This, unstoppable force In the naked flesh My skin is cold - your skin is cold One nations man carrying the weight, of a peoples disgrace This is the turnaround! Driven by birthright and godsent will The time has come for you to rule This, the blood of sin Flows freely This, unstoppable force In the naked flesh My skin is cold - your skin is cold |
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from Satyricon - The Age Of Nero (2008)
Gods of the land, remember him
For he has served the purpose And sworn to thee Master of the mountains Spirit of the sea Bringer of justness Lord of the dark ways Flee from him, for he is pure As any soldier can be Fighting a cause Free as any wanderer Armed with flame Blazing force Risen from time Rebel's son Remember the fallen And what they did Memory is how to Understand the future Troubled by those Whose spirit is torn From mind and body Never surrender! Destined by the elders And by them acclaimed Ascending from the abyss Sunset for the Triumphator |
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from Satyricon - The Age Of Nero (2008)
The soul (when) stripped of all
lies in the hands of what? Inner chaos roars, nerves boil Now, where to go... A lifetime of slow inner death, how torture is that? Chocking fear, is life real? And what is dying? What if void is a shellshock's aftermath? What if Eden is all poisoned fruit? What if hell is forever pain? What if life is a blindfold, and death is punishment? Global puppetshow, made by hands of transcendental divinity Blood rives cascades, could be virtual reality World war slaughter, could be the final act And graveyard paradise could be eternity's curtain Who are the ones with the keys? Will they lead us... Life is nothing but untimely answers To our existential fear-questions Fear - reared its ugly head Death - came to me on a somber morning |
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from Satyricon - The Age Of Nero (2008)
Do we need another bastard nation...
another force-fed disgust Do we need another bastard nation... aiming at us clinically Like an insect-swarm towards the shapeless mouth of a dead whore We need the spirit, the voice, the angel of light arising from melted mass We need the spirit, the voice, the angel of light taking invincible shape to standing ovation Repossessing night and her hand's godly touch The unbearable feeling of hitting that dark wall is a scene that must come to an end Eartly decay in front of our eyes Now, now it's killing for a living No more repined bastard nation A generous gesture to a people so blind No more repined bastard nation fumbling, descending, away from the light It takes a non-poisoned creature to withstand a monster that has grown and spawned, a darkness, I can not tolerate A darkness we must bury Do they feel, do they absorb our pain... the search to justify one truth Do they feel, do they absorb our pain... the greater understanding It takes a non-poisoned creature to defeat and destroy a monster, that has grown and spawned a darkness, a darkness we can not tolerate |
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from Satyricon - The Age Of Nero (2008)
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 |
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from Satyricon - The Age Of Nero (2008)
Death's raw warrior
Enslaver of youth High-bound sorcerer Celebrated overlord Solidly... Monstrously... Last Man Standing! Unmasked emperor Scavenger and bait Wrathful conqueror Reverend and overlord Consciously... Destiny... Last Man Standing! Death's new warrior Powerful, not vain Newborn, not blind Celebrated overlord Victory... Proudly... Last Man Standing! Unmasked emperor Ready for more Shadowlain wanderer Reverend and overlord |
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from Satyricon - The Age Of Nero (2008)
I det stille Rom
I det klare sinn Et nakent lerret Foran han En urørt mark Allmektighet Av riket stort Den siste var Allmektighet Endelig Var siste stund En kjempes slag Det bor i han Et storslatt hjerte Den siste kriger Som aldri ga seg Som skulle frem Den siste stund I naken drakt Na star vi her Pa avgrunds mark Den siste dag Vi visste kom Pa moder jord Fordervet sjel Vrir sitt indre Fordømte barn Av Satans sol Du synker For eget seil Forbannet være Ditt daue sinn Herre... Makt... Sett dem fri I storsinns tegn En langsom ferd For en herdet sjel Det ville seg Det matte skje Naturens gang Allmektighet Av rike stort Den siste var Allmektighet Endelig Var siste stund En Kjempes slag Et skjær av lys Som kaster hap Pa en fattig mann Som ikke vet Hva bor i han Et salig tegn Pa undergang Den siste stund I naken drakt Na star vi her Pa avgrunds mark Den siste dag Naturens gang Vart endelikt |
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from Satyricon - The Age Of Nero (2008)
Bloodshot eyes - metal skin
Serpents tounge - dagger claws Dragon wings - crooked horns K.I.N.G 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 Bloodshot eyes - metal skin Serpents tounge - dagger claws Dragon wings - crooked horns K.I.N.G Upon high places With their heads up high With their lives at stake With their blades at hand Triumph come - beyond the gate Giants rise - from the pits Worlds collide - chaos reign Dawn of gold - age of gods Climbing down to rule the earth Bloodshot eyes - metal skin Serpents tounge - dagger claws Dragon wings - crooked horns K.I.N.G 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 Bloodshot eyes - metal skin Serpents tounge - dagger claws Dragon wings - crooked horns K.I.N.G |
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from Satyricon - The Age Of Nero (2008)
Hellbent and raw
Armed to the core Walks with the wind Determined and strong Inherit his laws Adopt and obey Rise my friend - march to war Time is up - shadows dance Fight my friend - tyrants pull Time is up - burn the world Driven by sin Let the scavengers loose Power from hell Siege and advance Silence the foe Fire and smoke From the slumber arise Triumphant Beast of forgotten times The Pentagram Burns and the clock strikes the hour The Final Hour |
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