DISC 1

1. CROMLECH

Into the abyss I fall
And dark is the reich of the dead
A portal to reach to the side
Where bodies fall from the sky
Lucifer, master!
Solitude and peace of mind
Entombed in cromlech
Yes, flee over the river Styx
And join the dead with joy
An ocean of blasphemy
Heathenish realm
And "do what thou wilt" as decoy
My prophecy is true...
We'll all make it through


2. GREEN CAVE FLOAT

I am the fountainstorm from a black heart
I am the desert of redemption
I soar on dead wings of sin
I am pre-nun with a cracked virginity

The arrows of my direction... Failed to hit me *
[The arrows of moderation failed to hit me] **
But the ones who came with fear and hate
Kissed me. Deep. Long. And hard.
The rose that smelled...
[And those who spelled death are so ready]

Pale as skin and the cheeks of jewish fairytales
[Paler skin than the sheets of jewish fairytales] ***
Is sold upon every soul and body of life - life?!
[Is sown upon every soul and body of life]

And I wonder!
Who sees desolation
Through my eyes, hopes and visions
[Through my eyes, holds the vision]
And makes love to it


3. IN THE SHADOW OF THE HORNS

Face of the goat in the mirror
Eyes burn like (an) october sunrise
As once they gazed upon the hillside
Searching for the memories...

In the shadow of the horns
Only seen by the kings
Of the dawn (of the) first millennium
Upon the thrones

In the shadow of the horns
Cleansed like the air in the night
World without end

(We've become) a race of the cursed seeds
For five united forces
In the eternal dawn
The kings that held (their) heads high

The triumph of chaos - has guided our path
We circles the holy sinai - our swords gave wings
Invisible force of our abyssic hate
Our seeds boil as we gaze upon the new millennium

Weeping by the graves of the glorious ones
(so) the hardened frost melts away
Clouds gather across a freezing moon
I kiss the goat - witchcraft still breathes


4. INN I DE DYPE SKOGERS FAVN

Det gaar en vei over fjellet
Inn I de dype skogers savn
Garder her led grusom skjebne
Ved likbaal sørget mang en ravn

Pesten trod den norske mark
Fra havn over land til annen havn
Med tunge subbende skritt den seg
Inn I de dype skogers favn
Dauden I sort gjorde sjelen frossen,
Gjorde huden veik under en norrøn himmel

Det gaar en vei over fjellet
Inn I de dype skogers favn
Langsom vandring fører meg
Inn I det dunkle skogsriket

For aa finde en gard, eldet og forlatt
Fra en ensom, sort og endeløs natt...


5. SKALD AV SATANS SOL

Tåken tetner mørket faller ondskap slumrer skogen kaller

Her ute I dyrets domene gjennomen dyster, gusten skog
Engler løper, engler flyr vekk fra min egen kirkegaard

Jeg står under en kald vind. Taken letter fra englers flukt
Jeg drikker fra manens kalde, bleke lys og hyller satans sol
En grusom ondskap siver inn og fyller kropp og sjel
En himmel av daudinger tortur og hat

Taken tetner mørket faller ondskap slumrer skogen kaller

La meg for evig tjene de toogsytti evig falne
I den kolde mørke brønn av de slue sorte
Verdig utropes jeg som den uhellige treenighets skald
Nar helvete engang kaller er det ingen vei tilbake

Taken tetner mørket faller ondskap slumrer skogen kaller


6. TRIUMPHANT GLEAM

Bearer of sword
Stands beyond (the) triumphant
As eternal night falls
On the planet of (almost full) void

Weaves war with a gesture of might
Fallen are the souls
Blinded by the warrior dreams
Finds the star invisible
To most of the regular men and slaves

And the master serves him

Leaves then for the last time
Finally his castle
Monument of misanthropy and wrath
Hate
Loyal friend of his sober hours
Treads on while the faith whips sharp
Mental pain makes his eyes gleam
A light made of dark thrones and frozen winds
Now can leave the planet


7. BLACKWINGED

The urge... So strong
To do the devil's work.
The flock of jesus christ
I will rape your souls
Till you see the devil clear

Blackwinged

Evil wings bring torture from the skies
With a limb so huge,
To serve you Christian sluts
Penetrate your pure cunts with might
Now you filthy cunts, do you see the moon?
Its glowing for the black wings return

Blackwinged

We'll burn your worthless bodies
And send the fire and stench
To heaven high, remind your worthless
God, that our victory is complete
Clean this earth of holy bitches
Desecrate mother mary

Blackwinged


8. TO THE DEATH (UNDER THE KING)

Another day
Of misery ablaze
Running screaming from insanity's reign

(It's) a living nightmare
Confused mind
Carpetbombed and pierced
By utter psychic havoc

Pinehill salvation
To the death
Sore trembling haven
When (the) pain overwhelms
(What if death won't set me free)

Under the king
Carnal life
Hedonistic
Turning in (the) animal
Alien, unhuman
Detached from raom

Pinehll salvation
To the death
Sore trembling haven
When (the) pain overwhelms
(What if death can't set me free)

En skygge av det som engang var
I've become and empty soulside shell
From my solemn hill in the sunset
I throw myself to grim forverhell


9. COMMAND

Barbwired empty dreams
Existence is futile
Down deeper down
Rock bottom reality

Avoiding edges
Still drawn to death
Removing arsenic
Injecting strychnine

Sedated wound eternal
Static command factor
On course to pitfall
Nothing amounts to nothing

Avoiding the edges
Still drawn to strychnine
Removing arsenic
Injecting death

Command!


DISC 2

1. RUST

I come from a land
Of systematic erasure of optimism and positiveness
You don't want to encourage me

Slowly corroding your fortified norm
Leaving you bitter, grim and sober

With rigid cramp or silent fear
I strangle what you do hold dear
With rigid cramp or silent fear
Evoking addiction, limp, severe

It's sin again
Like charcoal on flaming nuns
Consistence unknown like early black metal

We're born without armor -
Don't you think I’m watching my back?!

With rigid cramp or silent fear
I strangle what you hold dear
With rigid cramp or silent fear
Evoke addiction; limp; severe


2. SACRIFICING TO THE GOD OF DOUBT

The road is paved while we walk it
To the place where we pay for the sins
We have no yet paid for in life
Sacrificing to the god of doubt

Fuck hope
My empty stare just might make you
Want to think twice

(More damage than) misinformed philantropers
It's those Christian thieves
Even the narrow path leads to rome
Sacrificing to the god of doubt

Stray pulse
My empty stare just might make you
Want to think twice


3. TOO OLD TOO COLD

Nothing to prove
Just a hellish rock'n roll freak
You call your metal black
It's just plastic lame and weak

We're too old
Too cold
Too old
And too cold

Second to none
Like an angel unfucking born
Down with people
It's done
Your attitude
Is stillborn

We're too old
Too fucking cold

Nothing to prove
Just a hellish rock'n roll freak
You call your metal black
It's just plastic lame and weak

Second to none
Like an angel unfucking born
Down with people
It's done
Your attitude
Is stillborn

We're too old
Too cold
Too old
And too cold


4. FOREBYGGENDE KRIG

The black weapon
War to prevent war
The dance of narcissus
- with cancelled armies

Victims, do your job...
Die now - for your own good
Glorious fear worship
Don't mess with nothingness

Forebyggende krig
Forebyggende krig
Forebyggende krig
Forebyggende krig


5. CANADIAN METAL

Sex with satan the loudest song
Sounds like a hammer from hell
Pyrokinesis and take this torch
Sounds that fill me with no remorse

Canadian metal

Whimsical uproar, tortured souls,
For these fuckin' sounds my angry heart calls
Canadian metal, just obey
On your weak sounds (new plastic metal) we will prey...

(Trivia: "sex with satan" is a song by piledriver, "pyrokinesis" is by sacrifice, "take this torch" is by razor,
"Whimsical uproar" is by obliveon and "tortured souls" is by slaughter.)


6. THE WINDS THEY CALLED THE DUNGEON SHAKER

In the depths of the underground
Through the nurseries of real metal sound
Governing the molten core
No more slavery anymore

The winds! They called - the dungeon shaker
The winds! They called - the dungeon shaker

We are older and wiser (and) the underground thrives
(But) posers are the same with their metal lies
In a seance of insanity with maniacal screams
Does your metal knows what metal really means?

The winds! They called - the dungeon shaker
The winds! They called - the dungeon shaker
To the bone!!!


7. WITCH GHETTO

When... Comets crrackh!
Witch ghetto attakk
Remain secret - brandish steel
Black metal is unreal!

Witch ghetto
Witch ghetto
Witch ghetto
Witch ghetto

Bring me the ice of mercury
Planets shrink, universe expand(s)
Wild roar of loose cannons
Break the promised land

Break the chains!


8. I AM THE GRAVES OF THE 80S

There's too many struggles
There's too many fears
I've hardened my blood now
For so many years!
Uh!

I am the graves of the 80s
I am the risen dead
Destroy their modern metal
And bang your fucking head
Uh!

There's way too much black
And there's too little metal
Dealing with this had me breaking my shackles!

I am the graves of the 80s
I am the risen dead
Destroy their modern metal
And bang your fucking head
Destroy!

United by hatred...
Reborn through hate...


9. CIRCLE THE WAGONS

You're scanning the landscape...
You feel like a true pioneer
As romans you conquer
On top of your fear

(Just) hope you awaken in time
And know that you are on my mind
Look over your shoulders - you're blind!
And circle the wagons

20 years later
I take you apart
You're asking - you're asking why?
- I have no heart!

(Just) hope you awaken in time
And know that you are on my mind
Look over your shoulders - you're blind!
And then!!...
Circle the wagons...