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Monet jo takaisin kääntyneinä
valansa vannotun pettäneinä
varmaa kuolemaa pakoon lähtivät
veljensä ahdinkoo jättivät

Vähiin käy lämpö
kaukaisten muistojen
toiveet tulevasta kuolleena syntyvät
painajaisessa sallittu vain nykyisyys
silmänräpäysten välinen iäisyys

Viimeinen kranaatti kädessään
halki raiskatun tantereen ryntää
ei luodeista suostu kaatumaan
aikoo useamman viedä mukanaan

Jos pelolle antautuu mieli
se raudat raajoihin lyö
tulitaistelun armoton kieli
ryhdin rohkeimmaltakin syö

Lyijy lihaan ja luihin porautuu
katse silmissä tyhjäksi muuttuu
silti neljä hän miehiä saavuttaa
jotka matkaansa repii tuonelaan

Ruumis verisissä pauloissa
sankaruudenko siunaama?
Nyt hyiseen huomaan hautaamaa
arkku vailla vainajaa lasketaan

Jos pelolle antautuu mieli
se raudat raajoihin lyö
tulitaistelun armoton kieli
ryhdin rohkeimmaltakin syö

Ei kunniaan
kuolema voi johtaa
jos sen selkärangatta
kohtaa...

Evig minnes vi de tapre som levde under vår hordes hammer
Evig er krigen mot de av lyset,
til de moter dodens ansikt, dodens kulde
Vinder av kulde skal komme for å fryse kristenmanns blod
Vårt korstog har begynt og hvert skritt er en stake gjennom hvite
krists hjerte
Vi brenner guds barn på bålet
Vi brenner guds hus
Tidens morke skal dekke for solen
Lerleproten skal knuses
Og hver torne i hans skalle, hver spiker i hans kropp gir liv til nye
Sjeler fodt under dodens mektige trone
Vi går vårt dodningtog til dodens land med de endelose vidder
Når korsfarerne dingler og hvite krists ånd er dod
Når månen skinner blek og ensom, skal lyden av en dodsmarsj bestige
nordens mektige fjell
Borte var de av guds jord, bak en mork sky månen så rå og kald
Sungen er siste tone av en gravsang.

Mesmerizing thin mist
vicious and lethal to mortals,
like brother to my kind,
Winter mist not to
be explained by common sense,
Dancing across the trees,
but soon exist no more,

Humanlike shape
lurking in the misty woods,
hunted by fearful men
with their spears and torches,
The forest as my mother, my father,
I was born from the womb of the forest,

Not weapons, not flames can hurt me, I am immortal,
as the winter ends
it is time for my slumber,
but as the ground turns white again
the mortals fear arises,
the white beast into the immortals winter

En mann drog for å lage ild,
Om hjertet brant hans sjel, var vill
I et slag hvor far var glemt,
det ble hans lange, kalde siste vinter.

Vræææææl

En kriger stor, med kovnet sinn
I tåkedal, han ble ført inn
Fra sitt ariske palass
Det ble han siste, lange, kalde, siste vinter

Kvitekrist og jøder feirer nå
De tror at Odin ville forgå
Men kampen den har nå begynt
Det er hans største ærefulle seier

Night in the mountains comes with the fly of a raven

Carpathians bathed in the light of the moon

In old ruins where the dying shadows

Are watching the shine from the stars

Nobody remembers days of glory

Several hundreds years passed in silence

Not a soul has been seen here

I am standing on a hill

So silent is the sky

I am drinking in the cold of this night

Old grey wolf lying upon my foots

Is licking the hand of mine

It is night... in my heart

It is moon... in my eyes

I am hidden in a fog - my own breath

Small village in a valley

Sleeping in a fear, in a fear of me !

Loathsome race of the mortals

Magic of wolfish teeths, wings of bats

Faithful guards of religion

Old as the blood itself -

- The Cult of the Undead Vampirism !

Frenzy of lust, frenzy of pain

She was only fourteen

No cry has bursted from her lips

Pity that she had to die

But how sweet was her neck...

It is night... in my heart

It is moon... in my eyes

I am hidden in a fog - my own breath

Sometimes only my anthem of triumph

Echoes in mountainous landscape

Like blood from thorned open arteries

Poison flows down the tongue

Somewhere far away a howling can be heard

Oh, how beautiful is the night of Transylvania !

Frenzy of lust, frenzy of pain

Blood is life... ETERNAL !

Tanin'iver Liftoach Nia!

Tanin'iver open your eyes
Hear the cries of aeons rising
To pierce the tyrant's blinding lies
Crush the barriers, crack your shell
Turn the forbidden inner keys
Dynamic overload to serve the wrath
Of my merciless release

Charged with fury - Streaming forth - Acausal energy
Microchaos - Reinforced in concealed purgatory


Black - The flame I bear inside

Black - The flame that never died
Awakened by my will to power
Awaken me to ride the Internal Fire

I am the One to set my spirit free
666
The beast shall break its chains of cosmic tyranny
Internal burst - Electric sight
Atazoth!
Increasing flames of alchemy
Blackest flash - Infernal light
Ignites my soul with flames of ecstasy

Rise with your formless fires
Through the seven gates
Reclaim your sight
That brilliant eye
In rage it liberates

Black - The flame that burns inside
Black - The flame will never die
Awakened by my will to power
Elevate me to ride the Internal Fire

Napalm blood is burning in my veins
The ripping bliss of one thousand pains
Cleanse me from the haze of illusion
In the shining abyss of dissolution

Tanin'iver Liftoach Nia!

Black - The flame that burns inside
Black - The flame that never died
Tanin'iver - The serpent power is rising up my spine
Black - The flame I bear inside
Black - The flame shall never die
It will burn to ash the cosmic lie
Awaken me to ride the Internal Fire

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Your presence is everlasting and we know that you are reaping what you had sown through the Power of your Will, Courage and Faith. You will never be forgotten!

Hail Jon Nödtveidt!
Hail the Mighty Dead!
Hail the Bloodline of Fire!

Praise hail Satan

Our wrath is about to be unleashed
Upon you - oh lord of goodness
For so long we have waited and believe us
The future will be a vast black memory on your grave

Behold
From our synagogue of Satan
We say to you
Black metal warriors of northern lands
Lift your swords up high
Let us praise
The horned one
The lord of the sulphur souls

The city walls of Babylon
Are now decorated with the bodies of your
Weak followers
Here they hang begging for our mercy
With a symbol of your teachings
We can't do nothing but hate

Behold
From our synagogue of Satan
We say to you
Do never lower your heads in awe
For a god so good and mild
Let us praise the one with black horns

Woe
Woe to you oh falling god
See how we scorn your work and worshippers
See how they hang in shameful nakedness
On the bloodstained walls of Babylon

The white sun bites us
But why be afraid
The bright morning star has turned black
Your empire is ruined oh god of life and light
And I am your Judas