VOLKURAH

1. WRETCHED LIFE CREATION

Writhing scars inflicted
It doesn't stop here
The terror inside grips tighter
Numbed with insanity
Surrounded, claustrophobia
Human presence suffocating
Loneliness within agonises
Wretched life creation
Inner screams from generations
Of lingering parasites


2. BLESS THE PLAGUE

You cry now
But you need not weep for long
You'll suffer in orgies of decay
Corpses piled up around you
When will you be next?
Are the swellings painful?
Dead flesh covers your body black
Another one to the pyres
Decaying whilst alive
Rats and fleas bring Europe to its knees
Plague spreads its lust
Hunger for flesh and death
No children are spared
Even priests must fall
Thousands cry and mourn
Even more scream in agony
Death sings for the Second Coming


BONE AWL

3. LIFELESS AND PERFECT

In the water
Who becomes
A dark syrup
In the night
The white rays
From the moon
Are split
Fragmenting like shells
And ripping water
Like flesh
From bullets
They can reveal
A human body


4. DEATH CREEPS

Death creeps in the stars
Is that glint of light
In blood's wet reflection
Suffocating and horrible
Can this enlightenment be
When every instance
Of miraculous innocence
Is taken from you
When this leaves
That old star hopper
Nears the sun


5. LIFE IS BLOOD RED

Staring into the sun
Can be temporarily blinding
Scorched retinas
Over expodes nerves
Often times in cities
Which expand
Into natural growth
Eagles and hawks
May stumble upon a fence post
Disgusted by the sight
Of pigeons
I can hear drums
Outside the walls
Of the city
Getting louder


6. FINALLY GONE

I know
One day
For certain
The clouds will part
And I will be sucked into the sky
Out there
In space
My body will cave in
My mind will collapse


HAMMER

7. VALA

(censured lyrics - national socialist band)


8. NIMEEN KANSAN VALKOISEN

(censured lyrics - national socialist band)


VORDR

9. THE CRIMSON WIND

By the edge of a cliff
staring far to the sea
feeling numb and lost
nothing to care about
while I still feel my fingers
I hold tighter to the knife
opening slowly the arteries
in my wrists and throat
lossing sight and sense
one final graven deed
enthralled as blood is riding
on the cold blowing winds
with shivering words I write
my name in the snow
with the paint from my heart
without pain and suffering


10. INNER DESOLATION

I fell hate
I cherish pain
hatred towards society
drives me
I see no reason
for seeking pleasure
illness does it for me
in my solemn reality
why do people always try
to fill the emptiness inside
I find it invirogating
to see the flame of life but flicker


11. CRUSHING WITH THE WRATH OF OLD

From these woods
from these rivers
from under the rocks
from the vast fields
of eternal melancholy
I rampage through
I pillage and I plunder
crushing the infidels
and their pitiful screams
from my roots
I find my strength
from beneath the surface
I gain my superiority


12. SABBATH OF RUIN

(outro)