Morbid Fascination Of Death
Lifeless landscapes dead trees up in the hills pure autumn bliss
In cold November on a night of gusting wind clouds came down
Together we were beasts we lay in the cold dusk of his negligence in the mist of the turmoil
Frozen heart beast of winter
Mental frost beast of winter
Mental frost
Start Up The Incinerator (Here Comes Another Useless Fool)
Start it up start it up!!!
I got a desperate urge to slaughter I have a sickening need to torture
I can die by no human hands this unholy demon force
I was born to line the tombs of men I am born of Satan and of sin
Black as a sculpture full winged on every cold night
Everyday I eat the fucking apple of Eden awaiting the destruction of the gods
I command you all to go out and slaughter
I command you fools to rape and murder
All for the glory of Him all for the glory of Hell!
Start up the incinerator here comes another useless fool
Thrash who the fuck do you think you are?
Start up the incinerator here comes another useless fool
You must always live in sin you must never help the weak
You must never feel guilt and you live in the sorrow
And you live in the pain and who the fuck do you think you are?
Start up the incinerator
Christian Incoherent Drivel
As the decades and centuries rolled by most of the christians no longer thought
That the second coming of Christ would take place in their own lifetime
They firmly believed the awaited return of Jesus Christ
To earth in order to judge the living and the dead
But they thought it is possible that these holy events
Might not come to pass for hundreds or thousands of years
On the basis of a complex numerical calculations involving the symbolic
Interpretation of the so called Book of truth
Still the preachers of our modern age which prophecies claimed true
Admit and confess your pathetic sin then you kneel and let the brainwash begin
The world will be swept by war and plagues all evil will control humanity
Many will follow the beast 666 and take up arms against Christ the battle of armageddon is near
Apocalypse pestilence war famine and death
The demons of finality from the sky they came as written in biblical times
The vision of the destruction for earth the future is dark and violent
Carpathian Forest wants you dead, DEAD!
The Pale Mist Hovers Towards The Nightly Shores
Eternally sounds the mighty waves a triton's hymn round a rock-strewn grave,
The passing sigh for the bones that moulder over the nordic black sea, where the winds blow colder.
Here in a bed of wrack and shingle beneath rests a sea king of the north,
His fallen history remains unknown now his grave is just a heap of stones.
The waves crest sharp as an unsheathed blade as spume-topped breakers shorewards loom,
And boulder on boulder on land is laid the triton's hymn round a vanished tomb
The ocean cradles it's sleepy wave around the curve of the yellow sand.
Of the bleak and mysterious little isle where no leaf has been touched by human hands.
Then I behold that island so fair where the tree's lift their crown in prayers
To the golden glow of the evening sky I hold the sword towards the moon,
My memories echoes with cries hark, to the ocean's cold clamorous roar,
The pale mist hovers towards the nightly shores.
For the fire in my burning flame hail to the father of the fallen flame.
Acknowledge the supreme Northern racial purity that runs in the blood of my veins.
As the nocturnal curtain falls with the total eclipse of the moon above
The pale mist hovers towards the nightly shores
Martyr / Sacrificulum
Weaklings you are not the only one
Dreamers, I wish you were all gone
Losers of faith grievers of the heart
All the purity of sin inner strength to die for a cause
A martyr's death an old conscience cleansed in blood
A burning obsession a cold hearted devotion
See into the eyes of evil and see through the eyes of hell
Losers of faith grievers of the heart
All the purity of sin inner strength to die for a cause
A martyr's death an old conscience cleansed in blood
Black Shining Leather
Deep red face soaked in blood.
Black shining leather I fuck you up in sadistic intent.
Whore I plunge into the wastelands of my heart
And left it there in ruins the sun shines once a lifetime.
I will leave you in the cold in the dead of the night,
Black leather and latex Queen a lush of the world.
The bitter taste of life and the coldness of my heart.
Cunt I plunge into the wastelands of my heart
And left it there in ruins the sun shines once a lifetime.
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