Zaknaroth : At the Borders of the Hell

Black Death / Belgium
(2007 - Self-Released)
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Cries of the fallen angels and the corpses mutilated on the ground
Nothing is that madness and corruption this night
The sky is as black as my spirit
The obscuriter reigne in rotted world or nothing go
And it was always easy
The pain never dies
Tears of blood run my eyes filled with hatred
And animated by the revenge
Only the slaves on world will survive ourselves it
I dream of lucifer of insults suicidal
The day of the last judgement is close
We will burn in entered of the hell
My brother request so that death carries us
Nobody any more can more save us
Unhealthy odor of blood which runs in us
A putrid blood which runs through all our vein
And we will be forever soil
And this for all eternity


The man came in the world with this connery which misleads it
To invent somebody of more powerful than him
Whereas the man is the humaniter
And the man will mourrira one night
He made the good then they believed in the evil
Between god and Satan as they name them
Do not remain : a connery inspired by the men
Between the good and the evil nothing exists
This shit inspired by these jackals
The man made world a connery
Like this whore of profécie
It is not god who invented the man
But god who invented it
The spirit of the man imagined beacoup well thing
Like this whore of prophecies


Far above the ravengate
The spreaded wings of blashyrkh waits
Above the roaring depths
Sits the oath of frost
On the elder raventhrone

Older mountains sleeping in my sight
By chilling woods I stand
A grimly sound of naked winds
Is all that shall ever be heard from here

Cometh the rightful kings of highest halls
Cry of tavens lurk the realm
Eternally through the noctambulant grimness

... Demons stride at the gates of blashyrkh...
... Blashyrkh... Mighty ravendark...

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