1. LOKASENNA

(Instrumental)


2. THE FALL OF THE IDOLS

Oh, how bitter chill it was,
Waking the maid as it came
To her thought's strange sister,
Debauching its way to her bed

As if the Norns have woven a curse
In her destiny 's ropes,
Garrottes that strangle her soul
But merely arouse her flesh

So, the blithe spirit rests here not
But decay s and reeks of rot
Tainted by her dream in heal
As she fingers under the sheets

Besotted,
She whetted,
Her habit
She oft ripped
And as she wept
It silently crept
Between her legs
Like a serpent and tongued

And, every orifice sweetly in glee
Join her ill-fated revelry,
This ravenous, self-pleasing fiend
In her dream saw such secrecies:

Imagine a scene, most obscene - of pure blasphemy
The fall of the idols, before her eyes - hopeless signs
The worlds are ablaze with a murderous haze - a sickly fate
The decadent stench of the burning flesh, of the ancient ones

Such a wondrous demise
To those whom the unbound Loki detests and despises

The ghostly clouds are finally rent - bleeding the blood of men
A star-dogged moon illuminates the doom - the swaying noose
The burden of end forever descend on this world again,
In this carnal garden it is so dark and cold...

And those woods, yonder,
Like some gaunt voyeur
Grinds 'neath the rind,
'Neath the menstrual, bleeding skies,
Pants against her frosty pane,
Licking the rime with zest,
Deflowering the forest
In a strange, seductive pain

And. down their lifeless, slutty limbs
Descended hungering Nymphs,
Down on all fours
To go down on her by force

Blindly drunk on such lust
And sweetly arousing disgust,
This Libertina in fever embraced
The new-found decadence in her
Their softly timbered fingers
In sweet, entailing,
Tear asunder the sheets
And penetrate the maiden's dream


3. THE COSMOGONIC PROCESS

Frozen, neath the stars,
I sense my time has come
Lying broken, tom,
Can you feel once more
How the sullen sea
Of hay that used to be
Our site of sacred rites, now of
Lament, scorn and spite?

No hope left for me,
No fear, no reprieve
No Valkyrie shall reach down
For I remain unfound
Since you left my arms
And sailed to the stars
No hope left for me,
No fear, no reprieve

Listening to the winds
Play the strangling strings,
Aeolian harp
Smothering my heart
With its voice of woe,
Despondent in tone,
A theme to fit the scene,
Doom made so serene

It's so cold,
The languid touch of loneliness
In a time of such demise,
Wading through to an emptiness
And behold,
The waves of falling stars herald,
Scarring the skies above,
The process must now have begun


4. SOLITUDE IN SILENCE

Who are you to judge
The things that I feel?
His burning touch
Is all that is real

And, standing there expressionless!
The statuesque form from the gaunt dimension

"I sleep here,
A realm of twilight
The haunting moon,
I mourn, despair
Every night I gaze
Into your depths
The waning moon,
I mourn, despair. "

Brief is the light of the passing dusk,
A dreary way to an unspoken path
The burning plight of the impending night
Awaiting us, soaring to darkening heights

Torn are trees in their swaying lust,
The elm tops tattered by the winds from the North
My firmament rent and broken in half
As LokI's bound onto the stone no more

"The citadels shall perish
Beneath my feet
No solitude in silence."


5. HAWTHORNS FOR THE JOTUNN'S HARLOT

The sounds of her heart diminish,
Screams in the wind now hush
Silence, it sleeps on her red-stained chest,
And yet, I caress

Where she now lies
In sombre submission,
Oh, so willing, spread open wide

Her limp arms entwined
'Round mine as I bind
Our tongues, in a kiss,
Together! a bliss
So close here we lie,
While mounting I sigh

With a stench of promises
Her blood permeates the air

Skies open and gleam
In a colour of rust,
The thorns on the tree
Tear her alabaster bust
Rain sets on her face like sweat,
It still seems scarlet
Along to the beat
Of my nocturnal pulse of heat

"Hawthorns for the Jotunn's harlot!"

Her gown was so thin
With the pale flesh within,
Against the moon
Like a deceased hue
Too drunk on lust to help it
I just had to slit
And do my best to corrupt
Now all I do is stare...

I can trace the broken veins
On her neck like languid vines:
I must have strangled her
With her own hair
Wound 'round her throat three times

The gaping chest
And crudely severed breast
Knives and cuts and tell-tak hearts,
I turn to walk away
From the mort that stays
In the hay and say:
"Farewell, my love
Let the forest
Have the harlot."


6. RISE OF THE LOKEAN

Now, I'll bring forth chaos
After all these lonely Aeons

Without pleasures,
Beneath the forest floor with worms,
Buried in the void
Fornicating with the soil,
Deep within the mire,
The dank, lifeless empire
This tomb is so crude,
I break through into

The odoriferous, featureless fog,
Unearth my body from the bog

In the shadow of the shattered moon
My kings fill with sulphur
In the rain 'neath the bleeding moon
A nameless hunger to make them suffer
In the shadow of the shattered moon
I long to burn men
And see the worlds ablaze again,
And to forge us on the anvil of pain

Torturous visions:
Tear asunder the ancient caste,
With terror and awe
So sublime with gore
That they helplessly mourn
As I viciously adorn
On the victims-of my vivisections

None of this shall last
Through the blood-red dusk
Penetrate the fleshy grin
And grind against my lich-skin

With so much pleasure
I commit them to the Worm,
To wet the void
To fornicate with the soil,
Deep into the mire,
The dank, lifeless empire
There will be no pyres
For the pariahs


7. NAGLFAHR LOUNGE MUSIC

Their macabre omnipresence
And the pallor of their flesh surrounds
Like a perfume of suffocation
In these deceased carnal woods

Life's horrifying absence,
The way this silence dances
And Her savage words of the end of time
Satisfy our thirst for chaos

We shall sail beside death
Grinding the hones of our own
We shall sail beside death
And enter the world of burning time

I can hear them hissing
All around me
I can feel them crawling
Under my feet
Tell me the secrets
Of the forgotten ones
Let me cut the runes
In eternal stones

Carrying corpses
Under His wings
Biting away
The skin of the Ash

I have walked these haunted hallways
Leading to Hel's eternal embrace'.

"Their flesh is peeled
Their pestilence revealed
Veins full of vermin
Minds full of smears
Hearts in ruins
Empty, ashen stares...
The dead, eerie cries
Aghast in the night."

And join me
In this uprising
For what have the locusts left behind
But this barren existence
In Nifelheim


8. SPIRIT OF THE UNREST

Come lay it down with me on this Earth,
This sunken Earth in some drunken mirth

And nightmares rose today
From lid's pits of decay
Pure images of detest
That suffocate and infest

And let us gaze how the foolish graze
Like some sheep, they don't know how they'll bleed

With their poisoned hearts
The) crush ours
With eyes blind for hue
They peer through and swoon
And their woeful words
Weak, unheard

The dulcet whispers
Of those who suffer
Wake up the upheaval
With voices so evil
And nightmares rose today
From lid's pits of decay .
Pure images of detest
That suffocate and infest

Hail to thee
Gaunt spirit
Come with me
For end thou brought


9. TORN BY THORNS

False words of despair
Hang in the evening air,
Broken, pious prayers
Hung upon this heathen lair

When led into darkness
Their voices are so lifeless
As Luna's noose caresses,
Utter lies smothered to mutters
Groaning echoes in the night
Grow into fear and fright
Pathetic tears dripping down
To stain their tattered gowns

Those sweet, tearful eyes
Rue that lust that blinds,
And their pleasured high
Ushered by their sighs

When led into darkness
Their nature of defiance
Penetrates from within,
Embrace their new kin
And their chastity fellates,
Them faith disintegrates,
Their purity fornicates:
Their self-scorn - forlorn

Now, let Loke arise,
No longer abide
The rule of daylight,
That rueful "divine".

"Laguz! Ofhala! Kaon! Ehwaz!"
These are the runes
I'll scrape into your bones,
Etching this mark
Into your darkened mind
So full of scars
I will inscribe
And from what remains
I'll carve your new soul -
Your mind and spirit
Manifestaied in flesh

When led into darkness
Then voices are so lifeless
As Luna 's a, noose caresses
Utter lies smothered to mutters
And their chastity fellates,
Their faith disintegrates,
Their purity fornicates
Under my dark spell


10. DROWNING IN THE VALKYRIAN VOID

(Instrumental)