Satyricon : Live på Klubben
Les paroles
1. INTRODUCTION (INTRO)
(instrumental)
2. NEMESIS DIVANA
Eder har gjort vaart rike raattent
eder har gjort vaart gull rustent
og Hammene fra de veldige sletter er alt vi har aa minnes fra verdig
manns lid
Eder har bragt kvalmende lys i dragens hule
eder har malf kors paa hammer
og vi har siktet pilen paa menneskesínnens usle trone
Nemesis divina splinten i íyet paa jehova
Nemesis divina kniven i hjertet paa guds sínn
Eder har bragt elsk til fiende
Eder har gjort ravn til due
Men def olme íyet er vendf mot eder og hevnens klokke ringer
Eder er vitnesbyrd om brente broer og glemte sanger
Eder er barmhjertighetens fedre og milleniumspestens budbringere
Dog skal en dag naa komme da eder barn i tre skal henge
Nemesis divina splinten i íyet paa jehova
Nemesis divina kniven i hjertet paa guds sínn
For stridsmenn har naa hevet íksen og bespottelsens tegn er reist
Nemesis divina - for straffen maa komme
3. MENTAL MERCURY
Past tense icons
locked up in cages
A disgrace to us, (and) a vital sight of (impending) doom
Upheld by insane aggression
No tender repentance, (just) denial of ugliness
With the rain come their conquest
Behold those who ride black winds
Satan, the kings are heading home
No harmony on the horizon
when our haven burns silently
An image of absolute mutiny
against those who pertain to the dearest hell
Monotonous graveyard plains -
The soul exile
Quintessence of pain -
a higher form of suffering!
(Why should man be protected,
what has he done to justify it?
This is why we embrace animals;
they represent the innocence man doesn't have)
Monotonous graveyard plains -
The soul exile
Quintessence of pain -
Satan, the kings are heading home
4. BLACK METAL - FUEL FOR HATRED
Scornful, relentless memory
Ripped of all but drive
Undressed by betrayal
Zero tolerance for the souldead
Wish I was the violence,
inflicted upon you
Fuel for Hatred, air raid siren to mankind
Little you,
still like a claw in my eye
Pulsating organic rage
I should have let you off of the hook
Mind drifts
into dynamic pain
Universal onslaught
I'm on my own (One soul, one hate)
Fuel for Hatred, air raid siren to mankind
Damnation, holocaust
Devil horns for you to ride
Time for the angel
to spread his wings and fly
World opponent,
wishmaster of gruesome pain
Stormtroops' frantic fury,
demoniac spitfire!
Abortion of religious life, distinguish the rot
I hate you
to a level of intoxication
Don't feel alone,
I've got enough
I wish you slow death,
slow death by grinding
Fuel for Hatred, air raid siren to mankind
5. POSSESSED
Mourning the decay
Bitter ungodly enemy
cast into heavy woe
Left in the corner of the world (we are possessed)
Out of the maze, with clearsight - at the brink of one's abyss
Out of the maze, with clearsight - cold eyes at the world
Out of the maze, with clearsight - disbelief and scorn
Out of the maze, with clearsight - not poisoned by your fraud (we are possessed)
The realisation of the position
No longer vulnerable
Having played the music no one could understand
Serenade to the devil's den - He, the final frontier!
Defaming judgement
upon the starving souls
mourning self-made pestilence
Cannon fodder for the
apocalypse
A haunt for every unclean spirit
Lord of the flies or kingdom of death
Circle the prey, show them your eyes,
they bear witness of centuries of might
Predecessor who blessed us with grace
in sempiternal fight
Excessive aggression -
Fire is the definite sign of rebirth!
The elders' electrons channelled through you
carried by thy night Supremacy
Born to win this battle, defeat is the tongue
of the whore
6. DOMINIONS OF SATYRICON
From beyond come the storms
Landscapes turn to ash before my pressured eyes
Nothingness turns to nothingness
And my imagination fades like dustclouds over
This deserted land feel to now satyricon
Wonder how stormclouds rage
And all you can feel is the cold winds of
Funeral times, timeless they are
He saw lived and died
In these dreams of demons
Wondering how he could open the gate to
Dark medieval times and bring forth to the domains
of satyricon, two great spears and a flag of dominion
And hate
Above it all creations fall
Living for the quest and the search
Dying for the key, living for the domains
Arise northern spirit and come forth under
The might of the castle satyricon
7. HAVOC VULTURE
Wonder how it would be to be the great Redeemer
the one to bestow upon you life and death
the one to poison you when you're down
or to be the one to hand you the crownofthorns
when your hands are sore
(and) to save you from the everything you care for
Are you bitter when you see how pale you are?
Do you feel hate without direction?
A kind of seed inside you that never blossoms
It is at the gallows end one forgets that everything
has to have a greater meaning
An unrecognisable call drags you towards the unspoken word
to suffer Martyrdom for the others
The Saviour cut off your wings, somehow just to remind you that He exists
Those who wait for His salt with open wounds have a way to go
the shadows of your must rest (first)
Though I ask, why do you dig your own grave when others do it for you?
The force behind the hit can not be mistaken
'cause He's the saviour with magnanimity and
...a light in the dark
Maybe it is intimidating more than lighting the way
where is the road going? To a place where you can wash the blood of your
hands?
Where did the knowing go?... With a saviour to transcendental kingdoms
or to the valley of the forgotten?
behind the vault of the sky's mystery lies a dream
damned or saved, how could we ever know?
8. INTERMISSION
(instrumental)
9. HVITE KRISTS DOD
Kampen mot Gud og hvitekrist er igang!
Evig minnes vi de tapre som levde under vor hordes hammer
Evig er krigen mot de av lyset, til de míter dídens ansikt, dídens kulde
Vinder av kulde skal komme, for o fryse kristenmanns blod
Vort korstog har begynt og hvert skritt er en stake gjennom hvite krists
hjerte
Vl brenner guds barn po bolet
Vl brenner guds hus
Tidens mírke skal dekke for solen
Perleporten skal knuses
Og hver torne i hans skalle, hver spiker i hans kropp gir liv til nye
Sjeler fídt under dídens mektige trone
Vi gor vort dídningtog til dídens land med de endelíse vidder
Nor korsfarerne dingler og hvite krists ond er díd
Nor monen skinner blek og ensom, skal lyden av en dídsmarsj bestige
nordens mekrige fjell
Borte var de av guds jord, bak en mírk sky mnen so ro og kald
Sungen er siste tone av en gravsang
10. MOTHER NORTH
Mother north - how can they sleep while their beds are burning ?
Mother north - your fields are bleeding
Memories...The invisible wounds
pictures that enshrine your throne (gone?)
A Future benighted still they are blind
Pigeonhearted beings of flesh and blood
keeps closing their eyes for the dangers that threat...ourselves and our nature
And that is why
they all enrage me
Sometimes in the dead of the night i mesmerize my soul
Sights and visions prophecies and horror
they all come in one
Mother north - united we stand (together we walk)
Phantom north - I'll be there when you hunt them down
11. CONCLUSION (OUTRO)
(instrumental)
(instrumental)
2. NEMESIS DIVANA
Eder har gjort vaart rike raattent
eder har gjort vaart gull rustent
og Hammene fra de veldige sletter er alt vi har aa minnes fra verdig
manns lid
Eder har bragt kvalmende lys i dragens hule
eder har malf kors paa hammer
og vi har siktet pilen paa menneskesínnens usle trone
Nemesis divina splinten i íyet paa jehova
Nemesis divina kniven i hjertet paa guds sínn
Eder har bragt elsk til fiende
Eder har gjort ravn til due
Men def olme íyet er vendf mot eder og hevnens klokke ringer
Eder er vitnesbyrd om brente broer og glemte sanger
Eder er barmhjertighetens fedre og milleniumspestens budbringere
Dog skal en dag naa komme da eder barn i tre skal henge
Nemesis divina splinten i íyet paa jehova
Nemesis divina kniven i hjertet paa guds sínn
For stridsmenn har naa hevet íksen og bespottelsens tegn er reist
Nemesis divina - for straffen maa komme
3. MENTAL MERCURY
Past tense icons
locked up in cages
A disgrace to us, (and) a vital sight of (impending) doom
Upheld by insane aggression
No tender repentance, (just) denial of ugliness
With the rain come their conquest
Behold those who ride black winds
Satan, the kings are heading home
No harmony on the horizon
when our haven burns silently
An image of absolute mutiny
against those who pertain to the dearest hell
Monotonous graveyard plains -
The soul exile
Quintessence of pain -
a higher form of suffering!
(Why should man be protected,
what has he done to justify it?
This is why we embrace animals;
they represent the innocence man doesn't have)
Monotonous graveyard plains -
The soul exile
Quintessence of pain -
Satan, the kings are heading home
4. BLACK METAL - FUEL FOR HATRED
Scornful, relentless memory
Ripped of all but drive
Undressed by betrayal
Zero tolerance for the souldead
Wish I was the violence,
inflicted upon you
Fuel for Hatred, air raid siren to mankind
Little you,
still like a claw in my eye
Pulsating organic rage
I should have let you off of the hook
Mind drifts
into dynamic pain
Universal onslaught
I'm on my own (One soul, one hate)
Fuel for Hatred, air raid siren to mankind
Damnation, holocaust
Devil horns for you to ride
Time for the angel
to spread his wings and fly
World opponent,
wishmaster of gruesome pain
Stormtroops' frantic fury,
demoniac spitfire!
Abortion of religious life, distinguish the rot
I hate you
to a level of intoxication
Don't feel alone,
I've got enough
I wish you slow death,
slow death by grinding
Fuel for Hatred, air raid siren to mankind
5. POSSESSED
Mourning the decay
Bitter ungodly enemy
cast into heavy woe
Left in the corner of the world (we are possessed)
Out of the maze, with clearsight - at the brink of one's abyss
Out of the maze, with clearsight - cold eyes at the world
Out of the maze, with clearsight - disbelief and scorn
Out of the maze, with clearsight - not poisoned by your fraud (we are possessed)
The realisation of the position
No longer vulnerable
Having played the music no one could understand
Serenade to the devil's den - He, the final frontier!
Defaming judgement
upon the starving souls
mourning self-made pestilence
Cannon fodder for the
apocalypse
A haunt for every unclean spirit
Lord of the flies or kingdom of death
Circle the prey, show them your eyes,
they bear witness of centuries of might
Predecessor who blessed us with grace
in sempiternal fight
Excessive aggression -
Fire is the definite sign of rebirth!
The elders' electrons channelled through you
carried by thy night Supremacy
Born to win this battle, defeat is the tongue
of the whore
6. DOMINIONS OF SATYRICON
From beyond come the storms
Landscapes turn to ash before my pressured eyes
Nothingness turns to nothingness
And my imagination fades like dustclouds over
This deserted land feel to now satyricon
Wonder how stormclouds rage
And all you can feel is the cold winds of
Funeral times, timeless they are
He saw lived and died
In these dreams of demons
Wondering how he could open the gate to
Dark medieval times and bring forth to the domains
of satyricon, two great spears and a flag of dominion
And hate
Above it all creations fall
Living for the quest and the search
Dying for the key, living for the domains
Arise northern spirit and come forth under
The might of the castle satyricon
7. HAVOC VULTURE
Wonder how it would be to be the great Redeemer
the one to bestow upon you life and death
the one to poison you when you're down
or to be the one to hand you the crownofthorns
when your hands are sore
(and) to save you from the everything you care for
Are you bitter when you see how pale you are?
Do you feel hate without direction?
A kind of seed inside you that never blossoms
It is at the gallows end one forgets that everything
has to have a greater meaning
An unrecognisable call drags you towards the unspoken word
to suffer Martyrdom for the others
The Saviour cut off your wings, somehow just to remind you that He exists
Those who wait for His salt with open wounds have a way to go
the shadows of your must rest (first)
Though I ask, why do you dig your own grave when others do it for you?
The force behind the hit can not be mistaken
'cause He's the saviour with magnanimity and
...a light in the dark
Maybe it is intimidating more than lighting the way
where is the road going? To a place where you can wash the blood of your
hands?
Where did the knowing go?... With a saviour to transcendental kingdoms
or to the valley of the forgotten?
behind the vault of the sky's mystery lies a dream
damned or saved, how could we ever know?
8. INTERMISSION
(instrumental)
9. HVITE KRISTS DOD
Kampen mot Gud og hvitekrist er igang!
Evig minnes vi de tapre som levde under vor hordes hammer
Evig er krigen mot de av lyset, til de míter dídens ansikt, dídens kulde
Vinder av kulde skal komme, for o fryse kristenmanns blod
Vort korstog har begynt og hvert skritt er en stake gjennom hvite krists
hjerte
Vl brenner guds barn po bolet
Vl brenner guds hus
Tidens mírke skal dekke for solen
Perleporten skal knuses
Og hver torne i hans skalle, hver spiker i hans kropp gir liv til nye
Sjeler fídt under dídens mektige trone
Vi gor vort dídningtog til dídens land med de endelíse vidder
Nor korsfarerne dingler og hvite krists ond er díd
Nor monen skinner blek og ensom, skal lyden av en dídsmarsj bestige
nordens mekrige fjell
Borte var de av guds jord, bak en mírk sky mnen so ro og kald
Sungen er siste tone av en gravsang
10. MOTHER NORTH
Mother north - how can they sleep while their beds are burning ?
Mother north - your fields are bleeding
Memories...The invisible wounds
pictures that enshrine your throne (gone?)
A Future benighted still they are blind
Pigeonhearted beings of flesh and blood
keeps closing their eyes for the dangers that threat...ourselves and our nature
And that is why
they all enrage me
Sometimes in the dead of the night i mesmerize my soul
Sights and visions prophecies and horror
they all come in one
Mother north - united we stand (together we walk)
Phantom north - I'll be there when you hunt them down
11. CONCLUSION (OUTRO)
(instrumental)
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