1. SLAUGHTERED IN A MISANTHROPIC INTENT

Stayed down to the Plateau of Inhumanity
Slashed down by the Swords...
It sounds so Virgin clear out the Forest and into my Ear
Slaughtered in a misanthrophic Intent


2. THE RETURN OF ANIMALIAN BLOODLUST

A bell tolls in the midst of night
Small hamlets there now left by light
Darker mists blew over the legions of frost
And its humans lie slumbering
In rabid darkness lost

Like a time of greed is coming
With pale spindly hands
...Mysteriis of this rapacious lands

Sharper sins winged the darker crafts
And eery screams of animalian tombs
Are carried through the wooden wombs
By cold bloodsquirting storms
...Haunting...hunger...despair...

It let wristle this winds
Through their stretched human skins
And tentacles grow of dead mouldering soils

And the animalian bloodlust returned
Whizzing out the tangled forests
Towards a whiff of decay
And still death is ruling
From november to may

It is so bleak and rather pure


3. NOSTALGIA FREEZE THE NORTH REAPER

If nostalgia freeze the norse reaper
The storms are near to escape
Raped are the Fields...
His Harvest gone with hunger

Mourn...Mother of many Nights
If their priests had failed
In the gallows of Nindalf
A short sleep is now for eternity...

Through the Mysteriis of the northern marshes
Towards his freezing winds
Followed his prince to lifeless sorrow
Encircled by jagged ruins
Nostalgia freeze the norse reaper
Where death strangles with his dreary shadows
Endless fallow lying soils
And cattles were torn by a vultures stampede

Weakness was banned out his castle
A poison that offers her secrets
And still standing bare...
Now all power´s gone for an eternal death


4. WHEN FENS ARE CLOSED INTO PLENIFOG

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5. RAPACIOUS FORESTS IN ULTIMATE SLEEP/MORBID DEAD

Into the.Wood&ef dripping Blood
Storms are calling for a Gather in Mouldraz
Armed with Hate wrapped into Flesh
Welcome the Bastards of Death

Warm Pieces of Flesh squirt into my Face
Rise and bring me back tothe Bloodlakes
Where my disfigure Slaves cry
I will see my execution Place

In a total Moon Eclipse
As she clothed her Veins with Frost
And all the Branches bow
To drink the Juices of the Dead
Nightmare carnalized (in her gruesome Hands)

Welcome to my clotted Throne
Built of Skin and Bones
Hide into my legion Forest

Paralysed by echoed Screams
(Blood seeped beneath their Mortality)

At Nights I look upon the Carcass
Which fertilizes my hungering Fields
At Nights if I look beyond a Star
Seven Moons have risen
To enlighten a total Destruction