Funeral Throne : Nun Fucking Black Metal

Black Metal / Royaume-Uni
(2006 - Auto-Production)
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Withing Winter's Realm
Within winter's realm,
Silence sweeps across the desolate plains of ice.
Within winter's realm,
Darkness reigns triumphant.

Far from the shadows of our giant mountains,
And dungeon forests.
The tide of the cold Arctic ocean,
Still flows with the coldest moon.

Within winter's realm

My body is forever frozen,
But the fire of courage still burns in my heart.
Oh, how my brothers fell,
Their bodies lie at the bottom of the abyss.
But the memories of our brave crusades,
Like our heroic souls will never die,

Never die.

Within winter's realm,
The Valkyrie's swoop to take my soul away,
And sit me rightfully in Valhalla,
My chalice with Odin's shall be raise to the mighty dead





Born Of Flame
Fire from the sky,
As angels fall and die.
Shadows fill the land,
Apocalypse soon to be at hand.

Darkness for the rest of time,
Deliverance shall be mine.
My master shall return,
From the fiery depths of hell.

Consumed by the raging fires,
Blistering as the flames burn higher.
Triumphant, we shall be,
Die with the rest of time.

You ridiculed my lord,
The darkest one,
He will have revenge
On the Christian scum

Fire from the sky,
As angels fall and die.
Shadows consumed the land,
The world kneels, to my lord's command.





From The Frozen North
The sun freezes and falls from the sky,
The snow covers our dark realms,
The battles will last for all of time,
In our land of ice.

The wind carries my screams,
And calls to war,
Defend our land from all enemies,
We were born from the frozen north.

Born from this land,
Created with the coldest winds,
Our blood is frozen yet still we breathe,
Unawakened for a thousand years,
In our land of ice, until that mighty day,
When we hear the battle cries.





Dark Moon Ritual
Deep in the forest, where the story began,
Of unholy worship, on this dark night,
Sacrifice the virgins, and with their blood,
Raise the demon, it has begun.

My chalice welcomes her blood,
Light the circle of fire,
Invoke all spirits,
Slice our palms and unite us in darkness,
Her blood like wine… so divine.

Unite us in darkness,
Against all light.

Wielders of witchcraft,
Tonight is our time,
To unleash on this realm,
The four princes of Hades. (x2)





Soulless Eternity
Over waves of fire sail the heathens,
Banished to forgotten lands,
Summoning forth his wretched minions,
Obeying their masters every command.

Into the sky sail the righteous,
Granted the wish of hallowed ground,
Their eternal thirst is now quenched,
They are no longer bound.

Immortally entwined, your soul is eternally,
Bleeding forth divine again.

Neither living nor forever gone,
Awaiting the news of what is to come,
Earthly host is decomposing, now nothing but a spectre,
Under ground it's eroding, trapped in between.

Called forth by darkness,
Lucifer bellows with all his might.
Tortured forever, appearing endless,
Limbless, discarded, lying in the light.

Immortally entwined, your soul is eternally,
Bleeding forth divine again.





Lord Of The Black Moon
Head of goat, and human body,
Black wings to enshroud the world,
The beacon in between thy horns,
Shall guide us until the end.

Like the ancient Knights Templar,
I practice rituals of an Occultist nature,
Spilling blood to initiate brothers into our doctrine.

In your wake we shall see victory,
For on Christendom do we march,
To murder the Holy so our blackened spirits can join you,
In the rapturous celebrations when Heaven falls.

Brothers, take arms and with blades,
Carve the Hebrew script upon your chest,
“LEVIATHAN - our Sabbatian Goat Lord!”

Your evil hordes through your magic grow horns,
And like Levi's image, we too bear a crown of light,
Supreme human knowledge,
The Pentagram, an image of the divine intellect.

You, powerful Mendes, are the true divinity,
And as we march on the Christ's feeble army,
We shall cry your name, ‘BAPHOMET- ‘Baptism of Metis''.

Your demonic head shall cover our banners,
And your human body like ours shall create fertility in OUR new heaven.

With an idol of you around our necks,
No Christian blade can penetrate our mystic armour,
Your monstrous head and defending howls,
Shall erupt the skies and massacre those who oppose you.

Thy Sabbatic majesty and eternal ruler,
I shed blood to invoke thee,
Rise now from out the flames and take war upon the weak.


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