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from Dimmu Borgir, Dimmu Borgir 4집 - Spiritual Black Dimensions (1999)
Glowing eyes, staring eyes
Manifest of evil presence With entities swept in disease and decay A fall from paradise beyond redemption He who speaks of nightly tresures He who wraps the serpent around my neck He who pours poisonous wine in my chalice He who lets me serve and slip away ...And so I will take shelter In the absence of the light Hiding like a masked miniature in the dark A revenant without relief it seems For the art of becoming a progeny And to be raised in such curse Infesting the dead in herdes His grandeur of guidance in roundtrips obscure He who immerse my hands in sullen thrills His pat on wich domination linger He who dares to proove the sanity of mine He who speaks of nightly tresures He who lets me serve and slip away Black uneartly void creatures crawling Forbidden forgotten fairly underrated Bastards in the shape of angels holding my hands Passing me wath is left of the wine |
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from Dimmu Borgir, Dimmu Borgir 4집 - Spiritual Black Dimensions (1999)
A mental inner vortex
As possessions through a wolf's eye Envisioning the eclipse No longer to be blinded by a sunrise In this final benediction Confronted by mirage of imminent mortality Time's set to end the suffering So follow, I will cherish the secrecies of hearts Chased by the black sheperds Behind curtains of night Been found as a tool in their seduction Fatal haze An escape into abomination Perished to phasma Asindrome of another aeon Soul-obsequial inhesion Resurged in torrents of abyssmal thoughts Lost in a helix, blackest might In stealth I do seek deliverance In phantasmagoria, vortex utopia |
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from Dimmu Borgir, Dimmu Borgir 4집 - Spiritual Black Dimensions (1999)
When the ghastly mourners awakens from sleep
And the volant funeral crows are watching Like evil omens in shadowed murmur They welcome me again Agonized and flattered to once become Apart of this horror scenario I descend with arms open wide Armoured and filled with painful pleasure Reflectingg streams of monstrous mirages I will not hide Loosing controll in seductive madness Spiritual revelations, apocalyptic hypnosis Dead colours appear within unshallow graves Alone in awe I face abhorrence below Trapped inside to suffer in silence Torn apart in mind and sense Baptized in this nightly glamour Rites of splendid essence Agonized and flattered I once became A part of the horror scenario Armoured and filled with painful pleasure I did not hide Now when the gates are no longer shut I withdraw from the light of the sun |
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from Dimmu Borgir, Dimmu Borgir 4집 - Spiritual Black Dimensions (1999)
*Unfolding her carnal desires to me
With temting eyes she does receive A hunter of the night devil's whore May her cursed beauty hunt me forever We embrace the madness gathered as one Mourning dead passion... she comes to me A fate awaits us in the night In the ruins of creation we will unite * Repeat She comes to me - a shining beacon Confused by the sensual innovation Passion... towards image of mortal evil Passion... embraced by the image of united death The enigma lies broken Searching for those precious moments Reaching for a higher of existence Like a newborn migrant in the void I am smitten by forbidden fruit Possessed by moments of dark splendour To walk the nightmare terrains forever The enigma lies broken Possessed by moments of dark splendour To walk the nightmare terrains forever United with new unhallowed grace This cursed beauty hunts me forever |
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from Dimmu Borgir, Dimmu Borgir 4집 - Spiritual Black Dimensions (1999)
Erotic and dreamlike still in its mortal disguise
A passionate ritual in the ruined garden theatre The painted angels - shadowed high above Once they gathered to worship at the picture of me Like a whisper where there are no words Appears the perplexed - the statue of might In the cradle of the next generation A spiraling ruin - lost in the gathering dust ...The faces you saw in the withering garden I witnessed the flikkering - made to look like stone Quivering like little figures lost in broken flames Never to forget again the names carved in horrid flesh Those words drawn in water become our legacy of fantasies Burn the pictures So unexpected in this strange deserted place Once opened its secrets would become the world Its attributes would continue to unfold forever "Through the fabric of the promised future aeons I offer this suffering of mu unwanted father..." ...And the stars did wander separated in the forbidden universe |
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from Dimmu Borgir, Dimmu Borgir 4집 - Spiritual Black Dimensions (1999)
With hearts of midnight,
brightened by his infernal light We stand as a monolith of wrath, united under the goath of a thousand young Two horns thrust upwards in defiance, three inverted as the trinity denied A phalanx of mourners in black, falling towards nightly terror Unleash the temted beast, raised your horns in pridefull blasphemy I'll be your guide into the glourious darrkness, and enchant you like a taste of sin Unleash the temted beast, chant theron in words of blazing scorn Grant me my dark desires, strengthened through the power of satan Take plesure in the torment of the wretched And rejoice in the delight of the flesh Behold the face of satan And walk the fields of erotic fire Hunt the heavens... Godless temted beckon Through gleaming scapes of horrid nightmare Gathered between symbols and signs A glow of new light is born out of the night Give into your lust and carnal desires in twisted blood-dripping ecstasy In the name of satan I lead you into temptation |
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from Dimmu Borgir, Dimmu Borgir 4집 - Spiritual Black Dimensions (1999)
Passenger on confessional course
Unlock with the key you behold within Repair the shadow of your mind And come awake "Oh, dreadful angel of mine Enrich me with the vastness of being Rigid father, teach me to comprehend I'll commit myself to understand To be faithful and the instrument So that the ones with blindfold can see what I have seen That there is nothing inbetween For I am the accomplice..." Aghast and tender, indulged in sin Embraced by loneliness, legions who grin I blunder into the realms of slumber I collide with the obscure And see the last fraction of light go by Plundering the sanity from the insane And providing appearances in black Carefully swept in decadent spheres But faces in this world always remain darkened In circles of dominance, emotional deeps unite Fiction and transcendence woven together In the essence of purity lies wisdom Join the forces, the spiritual black dimensions What more do you need of proof Human hands conforming clooven hoofs For I know the secrets and lies behind all truths Knowlege is power and the power is mine It's all mine So let the children come to me And share the limitless ways to infinity Escape death and disease And behold youth and vitality |
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from Dimmu Borgir, Dimmu Borgir 4집 - Spiritual Black Dimensions (1999)
"In the shadows of my gallow
I'd rather absent the hallow (For) thy presence made pleasure of pain (And) thy madness turned sanity into vain Profoundly wicked owner of soul The mysteries of thy creation beheld by ghouls Diabolically disguised hevenly bodies (And it's) atrociously desired primordial elements Plunging through the confused beart of sulpur In all this darkness, how can man see "Pour misguided fool... It is not god you are talking to I am not impostrous, hiding behind perly walls However, I am still yet to be found, known I shall guide you on your midnight ride as the sun fades black (And) beyond your grotesque imagination My name will be revealed... The blod of christ can't heal your wounds Give me all of yours, and I'll give you mine..." I am the hidden fantasy In the secret of my knowledge There is no god but me In this shadowy world all are nameless Outstanding, dresssed in majestic splendour Touched by the flames of eternal fire How I long for your embrace, uttermoust desire |
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from Dimmu Borgir, Dimmu Borgir 4집 - Spiritual Black Dimensions (1999)
In perplexed dementia, where sanity is my vanity
With honour bear the mark of satan Triumphant beast in heaven defeat Disguised in gloom, wear the mask of satan Ride the beast through paradise Still vipers these mortal burdens We arise as the portals take form Ileave my feathers again Infidels and scarecrows all fallen from heaven Captured by the sin of the beast Mesmerized in total chaos Engulfed in an overflow of selfish might Swept through arcane mysteries Forlorn in a maze of torment Raped by the sanctity of the unholy Reveals a hell I never dreamed of Bewildered by the arcane lifeforce mysteria Ishead my skin once again |
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from Dimmu Borgir, Dimmu Borgir 4집 - Spiritual Black Dimensions (1999)
In massing darkness we stand united,
raging above inferior sheeps. A convoy of souls swept into the night, hearts strengthened with black fire passion. In us is fulfilled the prophecy of satan: evolution of the inner shrine. In us is mantained the revelation of satan: innocence brought to an end. In honour of thy unearthly creation, we bring forth thy divine form. Vanity throughout any conceptions. Blazed and bound, for the days are coming. Infernal madness, unholy ascendance, christian death abound in mourning perversion. Cherished sacred icons torn to pieces, they'll chase the serpent in everlasting nightmare. Disharmonic illusions of strings bending loose, wrapped, penetrating skin. Listen to the music of their agony. Eyes made of glass, mirrors within. |
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from Dimmu Borgir, Dimmu Borgir 5집 - Puritanical Euphoric Misanthropia (2001)
Infected by invalid behaviour
While capturing the stench of divine putrefaction Confess to slavery for the world saviour Give praise and inhale the corruption The Enfeebled provides the fool The Disabled provides the tool The Apathetic demands the affection To those suffering from their own satisfaction Devour in self-deceit, conjure the righteous plague Testify today´s contradiction, glorify tomorrows deed Inconceivable moral priest, hide in preferable dress Invite to another pleasure feast, the concealment of joyful laughter The decrepit innocence of your correctness and well-chosen Elicits the source of the need for immediate forgiveness Submit to no grace but the spiteful of your disease Apply to join the unlimited disgrace and a settlement in the skies And turn the confusion among your children into self-stimulation The incarnation of your prostitution, the true Evil in disguise With the ignorance from your cross as the witness The truth of your tragedy make you justice In your mirror the high spirit of kindness Looks like malice Condemnation of life by the living dead What a premature judgement, contradiction to the core How unfortunate I am, cursed to spend time on a battle already won The shame that will be guarding your grave says it all Retreat to the crypt and make it worthwhile Recall my sins furthermore but still be watching yours with a smile |
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from Dimmu Borgir, Dimmu Borgir 5집 - Puritanical Euphoric Misanthropia (2001)
Incarnated marvels simplified
Effects from such a disconsolate kind Impotence of the once so perfect living Erase and rewind Stand rigid for the next battle Peace means reloading your guns The love for life is all hatred in disguise A carnival creation with masks undone In search for the guidelines to the gateways of sin through mires of misanthropy with wrath in mind Sophistication as cruelty and perfection as virulent truth Confidently dawned, to pick the best of enemies An abyss womb stretched wide open, exposed to retaliate With the stigma feasting upon your flesh I wish you well Thorns from the fountains of fate licking lepered skin Worshipped by anyone's mass on our planet hell What on earth possessed you Consuming illusions made from hysteria and swallowed tongues Devoured by doubt, conducting arts of misconception Testimonial sufficiency declaring numbness of all perceptions Glance into the blackness hidden beneath your surface And enjoy the suffering, sanity drained in disrespect With such bedevilled faith in good, subsequently trusting evil Next step for mankind will be the last seasons in sin Left are the kings of the carnival creation Carrying out the echoes of the fallen Sense the withering eternity as it fades away The ultimate graceless voyage of all times Only death will be guarding your angels, silently Cripples joining arms in clamour Institutionalized for the rebirth, the herd will be hunted |
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from Dimmu Borgir, Dimmu Borgir 5집 - Puritanical Euphoric Misanthropia (2001)
The apparition of two faces in disgust
Invisible but yet so clear Reflections seen by a fugitive Trying to escape the looking glass Blood runs from open wounds of false flesh The one in front of the mirror exceeds the image Eager to leave further but chained still To crumble into such nothingness A despairing fate, for your lies To pretend is the lunatic's legacy Privileged to bolt the nails of heresy Born lifeless into a world of coma As the chronic sufferer trapped in paradise lost Missing insinuations of what life was meant to be Angels and demons, a march man's bewildering hosts The charlatans and deceivers walk the line in prejudice The narrow slits the veins in search for the crown Profound impatience makes the blind struggle in stupidity The paradox of the daily prayer, diffidence is Confiteor Phenomena of ironies, cast the litany aside How intelligible, blessed be the forgetful Holding the banner high, unrestrained Slowly abandoning the surface in contempt Still in costumes to please the ways of living Witnessing the details of defilement, intoxicating Make sure to be pleased with the ways of your death For in days of reckoning and when the twilight torn is ticking Elysium is halfway and as an answer to the plea You're destined to yield fragments of Hell in return Leave unnoticed with the perfect conscience With the strength of the spiritual eye Spirits of the token unchained and free Recover from the philanthropic macabre frenzy The pale dove grins, black at heart ready to flee Demon to some, angel to others |
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from Dimmu Borgir, Dimmu Borgir 5집 - Puritanical Euphoric Misanthropia (2001)
A dismal universal hiss, the sound of public scorn
The brush that sweeps across the spectral fields This landscape is not without a sense of epic wonder A vast scale that places this sprawling underworld Into a realm of frames With a blood-storm fading into the distance Floating without directions over this smouldering landscape Caught in a moment of transformation These shades of anatomic malignant nature Approached on another in an unpleasant way Frozen in the act of speech, desperate to express it's state Created in a shape to accommodate a wide variety of demonic forms The realm of the benighted aristocracy of evil most pure This is where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep Emerged from the depths of the earth gasps It rages against mankind, to annihilate the earth and worse It spills the blood like rain, the beauty of death it represents Devouring their flesh with a razorblade smile Genes would still blindly carry on smouldering ember of hell Limned with gold leaf, the scarlet brush That sweep all traces of time, place and pattern Total death in every nation Monuments of vanquished civilization Just as brilliantly removed ruthlessly eliminated The cornerstone of human emotions Has now been drained away I saw death of a most uncommon nature |
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from Dimmu Borgir, Dimmu Borgir 5집 - Puritanical Euphoric Misanthropia (2001)
Let chaos entwine on defenseless soil
Remove errors of man and sweep all the weakening kind I am war, I am pain I am all you've ever slain I am tears in your eyes I am grief, I am lies Bygone are tolerance and presence of grace Scavengers are set out to cleanse the human filth parade I am pure, I am true I am all over you I am laugh, I am smile I am the earth defiled I am the cosmic storms I am the tiny worms I am fear in the night I am bringer of light |
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from Dimmu Borgir, Dimmu Borgir 5집 - Puritanical Euphoric Misanthropia (2001)
Oh, look at those lifeless leaves
All their precious pride is taken away A lost creation for a graven image Trembling of nothing but their own fear On behalf of water made to wine Elements of deception must entwine Righteous greed and derangement divine Vacuum is given to the blind To surrender to a faith so fake To not comprehend while you're awake Thrive on your deity for heaven's sake Do loose your battle before actual birth For some sheep need the company of a shepherd To face the scorn of the earth Existential parasite drama across the lands What a relief never bother the why's Investing illusions and folding hands The passion for mankind's ignorance feeding you lies All those naked faces, empty shells Procreation of the mind put to rest Crippled and caged, anaesthesia adjust The lambs of slaughter preoccupied in disgust |
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from Dimmu Borgir, Dimmu Borgir 5집 - Puritanical Euphoric Misanthropia (2001)
Ride the vortex winds with the beast inside
Cast down all memories from a past and future world The cynic icons and the cryptic writings As a picturesque creation in force and spirit Against their reason and will, it is time Give darkness it's passion plea The venomous tongue The inevitable poison Paralyze the angels Freeze the forgiven Baptize in fire Unleash the devil at heart Unleash the maelstrom mephisto So sinner, mourn well Make all the swans suffer in hell The maelstrom of the mephisto left the trace To revel and feast in undelivered grace Pledged to judgmental arrogance in Drawn principles of ignorant falsehood To comprehend that the sin of life is life itself A tyranny in torment, an inner-sanctum stealing sleep In the dimness surrounding the towers of the castle Where the ravens spread their wings out wide Dwell in depths of the darker self at any shore of infinity And watch the relentless paint the soil black What is being formed echoes throughout eternity As the painter chooses color no more Hold your shadows close when the comedy is over As the days of mourning seem to be the days of joy Fragments fell from the sky in order to penetrate the eyes A convict wallowing in a lifetime of lies…lies |
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from Dimmu Borgir, Dimmu Borgir 5집 - Puritanical Euphoric Misanthropia (2001)
As cyclones detach from the world above
And all the other worlds beneath them flow Timewinds caressing the dust of cold memories Sought, to strive in twilight mist and penal fire As daylight suffers, night time recollects For what wind hath drawn near, so near… Death has a contract on life and hell in-between What was once not certain is now foreseen When the pendulum is in it's reverse factor Rivers run red and skies turn black Accuracies of bloodbaths liberate from within Conquests of a crooked cross and its coming loss A magisterial maintenance of diabolic education Where the opposite of innocence paves way for intelligence Where pearls are chained for each tragic event The glorification of deviance in progress Liars in wait tries to quench their thirst for more Drowning victims of a parallel universe The scum of the earth, a rejoice of fouls The world hates you for being precise |
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from Dimmu Borgir, Dimmu Borgir 5집 - Puritanical Euphoric Misanthropia (2001)
Chains of despair
Cloaked by darkness The thundering echoes of great destruction to come Mankind's mysteries The dying world Madness in it's sweetest form What shrivels and dies must face the tempest The angelic heaven bows to the ultimate truth And melancholy grew Anticipation mender through madness Condemned to the same horrid fate Insanity applauds How sharp the awakening Pale as disease Mocking…Maddening… Give up the ghost Cease the gloomy awakening History foretold The hidden stigmata Totally annihilating the ecstasies innumerable Materialize the vision Give up the ghost Cease the gloomy awakening |
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from Dimmu Borgir, Dimmu Borgir 5집 - Puritanical Euphoric Misanthropia (2001)
Thousand different paths
So many sterile ends I chose the Devil's path Never shall the sun kiss my face And caress me with it's burning light For I dwell in the shadows And sleep side by side with death In dark desire I embrace the whore Giving her an escape from an unworthy life For with the appearance of the Fallen Angel I serve Satan I serve Darkness I am a prince among the damned As I've been for eternity A monarch in a dark paradise Cursed by life and the living Oh tremble not my immortal heart Though you beat in the shadows of death Eternal life is the blessing And I shall rule for another thousand years I blew out the light Abandoned Jesus Christ Christian life forms' grief's We buried their belief's Waiting for their saviours rebirth The dawn was soon to come The dawn would soon be gone There in that formless abyss was I made A partaker of the mysteries averse |
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from Dimmu Borgir, Dimmu Borgir 5집 - Puritanical Euphoric Misanthropia (2001)
Welcome to the abandoned land
Come on, child; take my hand Here there´s no work or play Only one bill to pay There´s just five words to say As you go down, down, down You´re gonna burn in Hell Oh, burn in Hell You can´t believe all the things I´ve done wrong in my life Without even trying I´ve lived on the edge of a knife Well, I´ve played with fire, but I don´t want to get myself burning To thine own self be true, so I think that it´s time for a turn Before I burn in Hell Oh, burn in Hell Hear no evil, don´t you Say no evil, don´t you Lay no evil down on me You´re gonna burn in Hell Speak no evil, don´t you Think no evil, don´t you Play with evil, 'cause I´m free Take a good look in your heart; Tell me what do you see? It´s black and it´s dark, now is that how you want it to be? It´s up to you; what you do will decide your own fate Make your choice now for tomorrow may be far too late |
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from Dimmu Borgir, Dimmu Borgir 6집 - Death Cult Armageddon (2003)
Cuddled through a cold womb he was
Pitch black and without sunshine rays Hell patiently awaiting him on blood spilled soil A noble grief stirred heart, always ready to die In sinister systematisation, submission is golden As an apprentice to violence, slaughter and bloodshed He was like an object that is being processed A force-fed destructor ready for abomination The vast solitude in him witnessed it all Those self afflicting eyes And their fear painted faces Made out of utter discipline, failure unacceptable Hosts to oblivion Exploring the darkest of places Stench of rotten flesh breathing down his neck Every day seemed like an endless night When would he ever wake from this void No other voice than his own will ever tell What was real and where he had been What he had done Did you bleed for the cause Like the rest of his men Did you capture the euphoria How it was like to kill Such a necromantic force behind it all They sure did battle till the end But when came all the glory And who got spared to carry his body Just pure death and too profound to be shared Was it all a fabricated vision in his memory To serve the wastelands of insanity At the front Life forever lost its innocence Never to see the light of day again He pondered his last few steps Into the realms of death With his hands bloodstained Courage and consistency Bravery and valor Honor and pride For what was it all worth [repeat] |
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from Dimmu Borgir, Dimmu Borgir 6집 - Death Cult Armageddon (2003)
The battle raged on and on
Fuelled by the venom of hatred for man Consistently, without the eyes to see By those who revel in sewer equally We, the prosperity of the future seal Cloaked by the thunders of the north wind Born to capture the essence of The trails of our kind Zero tolerance must be issued forth Behind the enemy’s line So it shall be written And so it shall be done [repeat 1st and 2nd verse] Discover and conceive the secret wealth And pass it unto your breed Become your own congregation Measure the sovereignty of it’s invigoration We, who not deny the animal of our nature We, who yearn to preserve our liberation We, who face darkness in our hearts with a solemn fire We, who aspire to the truth and pursue it’s strength Are we not the undisputed prodigy of warfare Fearing all the mediocrity that they possess Should we not hunt the bastards down with our might Reinforce and claim the throne that is rightfully ours Consider the god we could be without the grace Once and for all Diminish the sub principle and leave it’s toxic trace Once and for all |
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from Dimmu Borgir, Dimmu Borgir 6집 - Death Cult Armageddon (2003)
Annihilate!
The commotion breeding the perverse For bloodbath is on your doorstep A mass impending threat The perfection of religion Becoming our death Do not respond blindly To growing gardens in decay Stand guard when visitors fall silent Blow the candles out, end the road here No solace will be found Within elements of the tribe When covered with filth from all sides Compassion will fail Their promises are honored In a mind controlled state The absence of reality, reason and logic Prove failure of faith Enriched by the presence of it’s clarity Darkness descends, everyone dies [repeat 3rd and 4th verse] For wisdom aligns in our favor Illuminated before our eyes Uncover! A new beginning, the inevitable dawn Justice will be given where justice is due And guide the righteous ones Back to the final resting ground To perceive the truly hellbound Demonstrate superiority A grand gesture of liberation need no judge or jury Demons rate inferiority Scatter the remains of the prey [repeat 2nd and 7th verse] |
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from Dimmu Borgir, Dimmu Borgir 6집 - Death Cult Armageddon (2003)
Reis deg opp
La oss bestride Den tanke fra var lend Og dyrk Pa en forbannet jord En smertens ætt For sa og tynge De barmhjertiges skjød Som har tiltro til Den sjelløses brød For den tro du besitter Er intet annet enn avsmak og hovmod Og din nøden etter viten Er en overflod av han og skjend Smerten I mitt hjerte er ikke tørste Etter himmelsk legeme Ei er det sviktende søken etter englemakt Det er ilden og den brenner Det er bare det at du Skjemmer for den Ta del I skyldens skygge Behag din sjel med syndens under For hvor er vel du Nar lampen slukkes Men døden kommer ei Med vart bud Gjenklang fra den prektiges arv Vil innfri det endelige forderv [repeat 1st, 2nd and 3rd verse] Bring dom over andre enn ditt eget hode Der du gjemmer din skam I lovsang Sa skal du fa smake frukten Av din egen bortgang Som en flokk av helveds opphav Og forvaltere av foraktens sønn Parerer vi deres list med avskyens prakt Med beviset pa var tunge byrde Ligger deres sinn I andenød Skamfert tilbake uten makt [repeat 1st, 2nd and 3rd verse] |
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from Dimmu Borgir, Dimmu Borgir 6집 - Death Cult Armageddon (2003)
Let us sit by and watch
Death and destruction’s devotees revel Let us sit back and witness Innocent semen being poured Into the arms of Armageddon Let it pour, more and more Pure fucking Armageddon Let it pour more and more Reason faithfully defiles On bloodstained hands Where graceful motion Are lost arts There are only battles to be lost In the kingdoms of the blind For those who seek salvation In the dust of the earth Will only find wrath In the sands of time Engulfed by the desert We taste death in the dry heat The disciples of prophetic ablution Had sworn to let the skeptics bleed For great are their love for warfare Henchmen of the disastrous creed Watch us all celebrate in their name The lambs of our time being slain Awaiting the final perdition Defeat against all and everything For whatever adorned righteousness Justice never wait for the guilty to speak the truth [repeat 2nd verse] For mankind so hated the world That it gave all it’s begotten sons and daughters That whoever believed the lie To perish and receive everlasting hell |
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from Dimmu Borgir, Dimmu Borgir 6집 - Death Cult Armageddon (2003)
Man and his faithful ethics
Intoxicated by the fruits of the earth Diabolical fanaticism, so cold and grim The perfect perversion, bestiality incarnate As instruments of torture And leaving no room for sympathy We bring forth the monstrous birth To the worlds light As all great art is made from suffering So are we Good in nature, but evil by our own free will Incestuously created by the will to kill Time is here to walk the final abyss march Bound to the force of the last holocaust Pour free the gifts of grace And slaughter the entire human race Not permitted to redemption When pain rises high in purgatory A reality so convincingly justified Feeding from Death Cult’s gown We bring forth monstrous birth To the worlds light |
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from Dimmu Borgir, Dimmu Borgir 6집 - Death Cult Armageddon (2003)
Uren er aktens utfoldelse og tanke
Uten hemning I ukjent ekstase Ei ett tilbørlig ønske om a avle avkom for Gud Frivillig nedsmittet og gjennomsyret I kjødelig sødme Fengslet av løgn og ulydighet Menneskets skrøpelige atferd Ma tuktes med heder og ære blir det sagt Men godhet fødte evig ondskap kun Da Edens tyrann skjenket frukten Visdom berikes fritt I Dyrets mangfold Nar himmerikets salige urett Og svulstige barmhjertighet Vekker forkastelse ved vart asyn Gnisten har slatt flamme Og piner I pestilensens vilje De ynkelige slaver knelende I skam Besvangret med skyld og miskunn Ætlinger som sverger eden Med troskapsløfte om a ugjøre freden A styrte himmelslavers velvære Og triumfere I kulde til Dyrets ære Vredens beger renner over I forherdelse fra opprørdjevlers svovelvind Glødende, fra regionen av Belial’s barn Avlet hinsides harmens trossende tind De siste tegn fra Kristi tapende engler Brenner ubønnhørlig I ravnens ild [repeat 2nd verse] Smertefull og blek er døden Med blodstyrtning fra lysets gild Dødens fremmøte sparer ingen Det fromme liv kveles av egne tunger Den kosteligste jord blir pyntet Med fattigdom og hunger Utspente vinger over Mørkets dype svelg Satt til verden for a meske seg Med pest og død Fratsende I synd og hor Overmakten fra pølens bastarder Nærer behag I syndens hierarki Et evig liv I paradis Er fullkommenhet I Satans dynasti |
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from Dimmu Borgir, Dimmu Borgir 6집 - Death Cult Armageddon (2003)
Are you born from the abyss
And have you sought the creed That drape the shadows Of your own thought? Is your heart mesmerized By the fire that burns forevermore And do the secrets from the flames Hold the mysteries over which you preside? Reveal the infantile wound and regain strength Free your spirit from those who lead in praise Recollect the anger and the hate For not shall your morals dissolve in pity Righteous warmth accompanied By deceitful tongues Stay away from processed promises Let them fear what you know A malicious smile on their lips To keep us all under control Now it’s time to rise and demand our due The whores and their illusions left us bitter and cold Drench them in their own poison, spit back the scorn of their ways Out win their defect morality, and the words they pray Consolidate the troops and expose the lies in their eyes The ones deprived from the ecstasy that binds the neglect Better lead than being led, earn any victory For you stand superior above the plague and it’s mass The burden of proof rests on your shoulders [repeat 1st and 2nd verse] |
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from Dimmu Borgir, Dimmu Borgir 6집 - Death Cult Armageddon (2003)
As mortal manufactured waste
And part of the commonly infected You prevent the ones worthy the gift of life To surface on once a prosperous soil As superficially bewildered whores And succumbing to fictional truth You are taught to preserve and profit The life institutional lie You worthless piece of shit May we all depart from this world And dissolve into nothingness Compassion will not be granted When life’s value Is point below zero Human depravity is at our disposal As the perfect tool to destroy mankind The worst kind of them all Modern times’ ignorance, the world disease Appeal to death of every man A living hate smoldering abyss Nurtured through centuries with quietly exercised wrath Seeks the easiest way to the feed the engine Praising the final bloodbath Uncertainty and guilt Will no longer endorse our fate There will be no remorse, we kill to kill again Killing all Go ahead end it all, we deserve no better As a forever unblessed detonation The great plutonium chord fulminates Blinding the eyes of creation Cutting off all life support Sweeping away existence instantly Iced desolate ruins linger Leaving traces of our lovely humanity [repeat 1st and 6th verse] |
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from Dimmu Borgir, Dimmu Borgir 6집 - Death Cult Armageddon (2003)
The memories far beyond the reckoning
Have begun to lurk in the distance Like visual objects dearly known The grace of devils hands As they walk with me like a medium When I choose and require a burn-out Resting in expanded malicious force Drained for murderous weapons Knowing where you stand In the magnitude of this thought Looking at the spirit of fire and flames Enduring on the throne of the black heart [repeat 1st, 2nd and 3rd verse] A bringer of evil I am And therefore also a carrier of light As I use this focus through the dark And face the sunshine in the dead end Limitations do not exist When you are ahead of the crowd With the art of confidence I reign at the throne of my soul The value of this darkness unwinds Travelling the other path A hidden triumph But obvious to the strong and wise By understanding this reality I remain in a twice-coloured cloud With feet connected solid in the ground And thus I get peace of mind A bringer of evil I am And also a carrier of light As I use this focus through the dark And face the sunshine in the dead end [repeat] |
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from Dimmu Borgir, Dimmu Borgir 6집 - Death Cult Armageddon (2003)
Devoted to your own opiate
In escapades from discontentment Are you shutting off from the outside world To reflect on your mind shallow gutter? For this is your empire, this is your intrigue Here you own them all, here you seal the deed Contaminated from the spree of self salvation To keep the fever flowing in the veins Prominently manipulating heaven and hell Does your sophistically discreet interlude Maintain stories not to be revealed? In your search for redemption Greed and lies become the savior Through the lecherous eyes disgust withstand For are not these the windows to your soul? Fatherly fornication of sweat lips in dismay Repeatedly unlocking the vaults to the holocaust The dormant prodigy seeks it’s reason for rebirth But it will never, never gain the strength A surrender in superficial scorn The rape of an ever unborn Seeds have been planted in the name of the son Until this day, ungodliness is yet to be gone Sacramental suicide amidst the flow of virgin vine The only way to comfort the defeat [repeat 6th verse] Regrets can no longer find it’s ways Streams of innocent bitter tears flowing down the drain Mirrored in the haze of a partaker’s eyes |
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from Dimmu Borgir, Dimmu Borgir 6집 - Death Cult Armageddon (2003)
The battle raged on and on
Fuelled by the venom of hatred for man Consistently, without the eyes to see By those who revel in sewer equally We, the prosperity of the future seal Cloaked by the thunders of the north wind Born to capture the essence of The trails of our kind Zero tolerance must be issued forth Behind the enemies line So it shall be written And so it shall be done (repeat 1st and 2nd verse) Discover and conceive the secret wealth And pass it unto your breed Become your own congregation Measure the sovereignty of it's invigoration We, who not deny the animal of our nature We, who yearn to preserve our liberation We, who face darkness in our hearts with a solemn fire We, who aspire to the truth and pursue it's strength Are we not the undisputed prodigy of warfare Fearing all the mediocrity that they possess Should we not hunt the bastards down with our might Reinforce and claim the throne that is rightfully ours Consider the god we could be without the grace Once and for all Diminish the sub principle and leave it's toxic trace Once and for all |
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from Dimmu Borgir, Dimmu Borgir 6집 - Death Cult Armageddon (2003)
As mortal manufactured waste
And part of the commonly infected You prevent the ones worthy the gift of life To surface on once a prosperous soil As superficially bewildered whores And succumbing to fictional truth You are taught to preserve and profit The life institutional lie You worthless piece of shit May we all depart from this world And dissolve into nothingness Compassion will not be granted When life's value Is point below zero Human depravity is at our disposal As the perfect tool to destroy mankind The worst kind of them all Modern times' ignorance, the world disease Appeal to death of every man A living hate smoldering abyss Nurtured through centuries with quietly exercised wrath Seeks the easiest way to the feed the engine Praising the final bloodbath Uncertainty and guilt Will no longer endorse our fate There will be no remorse, we kill to kill again Killing all Go ahead end it all, we deserve no better As a forever unblessed detonation The great plutonium chord fulminates Blinding the eyes of creation Cutting off all life support Sweeping away existence instantly Iced desolate ruins linger Leaving traces of our lovely humanity (repeat 1st and 6th verse) |
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from Dimmu Borgir 8집 - In Sorte Diaboli (2007)
My descent is the story of everyman
I am hatred, darkness and despair My descent is the story of everyman I am hatred, darkness and despair Evoked and entertained through centuries Wrathful and sullen, dormant still The ferocity pervades everywhere Waiting to be released at last Hear my offering Ye bastard sons and daughters Share my sacrifice Share my sacrifice My descent is the story of everyman I am hatred, darkness and despair My descent is the story of everyman I am hatred, darkness and despair Reconcile not with the fear of the snake But embrace it as your own Inject its venom into your veins And replant the seed that gives growth Still shrouded in mystery Until you arise above perception A veil of ignorance is in motion Continuing throughout generations (A veil of ignorance is in motion Continuing throughout multiple generations Let me be the one that delivers you from the deceit And back into perfect accordance with the laws of nature) The snake is notoriously tempting But the snake is fair What is worse than not knowing? To live or disappear? The ferocity pervades everywhere Waiting to be released at last Hear my offering Ye bastard sons and daughters Share my sacrifice Share my sacrifice |
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from Dimmu Borgir 8집 - In Sorte Diaboli (2007)
Hence I will annoint
And whisper wholeheartedly The creed of Hades and beyond As I succumb to inevitable sin For I cannot enslave myself With imaginary words of salvation The hypocrisy that surrounds my temple Is assisted by pretenders to the throne The winds that blow purity Signify my chosen legacy I was born to opposition A contender to creation In Sorte Diaboli In Sorte Diaboli In Sorte Diaboli In Sorte Diaboli For my sins I will ask no forgiveness For my sins They are not to forgive So never speak of me quietly Stand by my confession I voice your rebellion Against the traitor of the world I am the first creature of this kingdom I will be the one To out live his time With the triumph of free will |
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from Dimmu Borgir 8집 - In Sorte Diaboli (2007)
Fallen I have, fallen I am
Cursed and destined to burn Fallen I have, fallen I am Cursed and destined to burn My loyalty towards a liar ceased to exist Once misled by an empty fraudulent face I will never turn my back on you And deceive the flesh of our race I will always speak truly So you can understand No riddles that manipulate The words and symbols of man Do not believe false promises Conspiring to cover up the truth Find solace in darkness within yourself And have your legions unleashed Do not withhold the air Of your very last breath In the end of days You will transcend life and death Let the one who is fit Be the king Of the heavens above And all worlds down below |
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from Dimmu Borgir 8집 - In Sorte Diaboli (2007)
Have I not
Been too long in the shadows of invention and creation As I rightfully behold the flesh Fear of the conscious mind will have you facing away My word and world holds ground and is real Your word is like floods of poisoned water A language spoken with spit of different tongues It all seems like an eternity This battle between us two "Good and evil" Me and you Time has come to step up And take back what you took from me My word and world holds ground and is real Your word is like floods of poisoned water A language spoken with spit of different tongues You can never corrupt me again Time has come to step up And take back what you took from me Time has come to step up And take back what you took from me You can never corrupt me again I protect every man guilty of sin The ultimate sin being me The vapor from the plague That infested my mind, body and soul Obscured my view from wisdom The mist that had me wonder in resentment cleared And troubles me no more Have I not Been too long in the shadows of invention and creation As I rightfully behold the flesh Fear of the conscious mind will have you facing away |
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from Dimmu Borgir 8집 - In Sorte Diaboli (2007)
I sense the darkness
The desire overtakes My devotion endeavors Habitation changing course Repentance, oh no No shame or remorse Will I ever authorize On this treasured path I am warm by this fire And its flaming desire For what I cannot fulfill My destiny completes I believe my truth to be A much greater thing Than a manufactured lie Too great to comprehend Where I come from There's no higher authority but me Being my own god Is all I was meant to be Antichristus Spiritualis Antichristus Spiritualis Antichristus Spiritualis Antichristus Spiritualis In Sorte Diaboli |
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from Dimmu Borgir 8집 - In Sorte Diaboli (2007)
My eyes got blinded
And conned by the light Like a fugitive on the run I sought perseverance in the night Deceptive icons were finally Taken out of my sight As the contender to origin I will forever unveil his might They say I am the cancer On the back of the Inquisition I may well be the cancer In the heart of the Inquisition They say I am the cancer On the back of the Inquisition I am the cancer In the heart of the Inquisition Through my years of sacrifice Evolution came with lessons learned Respect and fear Is what I earned So underestimate not your vision Or you will be taught Calculate your intuition And you will teach You all have been conned And I always take the blame For you do not understand You are all the same |
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from Dimmu Borgir 8집 - In Sorte Diaboli (2007)
Fear tomorrow's adversary
And the wealth of uprising The final storm will be released And the unmerciful will erect Hidden from the eyes of your god I will proclaim original sin And have you all purged and purified From the lies that remain within Cleansed and draped in sulphur linen Black and pure since the beginning Mercy is not truth Your sins are next to mine Mercy is not truth All your sins are next to mine My soul's ablaze Inflamed with rage and isolated In whirlwinds of hate My soul's ablaze Yet camouflaged in the haze Why did he not see this coming What did he not understand One time forsaken But forgotten I am not I will win this war But never the peace I am my own free spirit Hence I will not rest |
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from Dimmu Borgir - World Misanthropy [ep] (2002)
In massing darkness we stand united,
raging above inferior sheeps. A convoy of souls swept into the night, hearts strengthened with black fire passion. In us is fulfilled the prophecy of satan: evolution of the inner shrine. In us is mantained the revelation of satan: innocence brought to an end. In honour of thy unearthly creation, we bring forth thy divine form. Vanity throughout any conceptions. Blazed and bound, for the days are coming. Infernal madness, unholy ascendance, christian death abound in mourning perversion. Cherished sacred icons torn to pieces, they'll chase the serpent in everlasting nightmare. Disharmonic illusions of strings bending loose, wrapped, penetrating skin. Listen to the music of their agony. Eyes made of glass, mirrors within. |
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from Dimmu Borgir 7집 - Stormblast MMV (2005)
Glinsende manelys ovenfor driver
Frostlagte stier viser vei Svarte sjeler farer henover natten Inn gjennom skodde heim Alt har svartnet Alt lys er svunnet hen Lødig trer vi na inn i Riket I minne om at vare spor blir fulgt Omgitt av sorgens dis Skrider ferden frem Som en skare av likkledde skrømt Vandrer vi jervens hjem Brisen fører oss over norske myrer Forbi hver en takegrend Med hatet i vare harme sinn Reiser vi for aldri a komme igjen |
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from Dimmu Borgir 7집 - Stormblast MMV (2005)
Minnenes ekko stiller timen
Kneblet i tungsinnets lenker faller jeg ifra Ikke lenger vil jeg være boltet fast i vemodighetens anker Men endelig få lengselen slukket - Etter å dra Drakk jeg for meget av livhåpets krus Tok jeg gledens forfengelighet for gitt For min strid mot tomhetens smerte - Denne dødsangstens rus Er det eneste ene igjen - Som er mitt I min ensomhet vet jeg likevel At jeg ikke har noen andre å takke enn meg selv Derfor er jeg rolig når Repet strammes rundt min nakke Stumme vitner kan ei gi trøst Menigmann i gravkorets forsamling vil aldri fatte Det landet av fortapelse Jeg egenhendig skapte Denne intense dragning mot dødens portaler En vandrende studie i gråtkvalt messe-noir Behersket siden tidenes morgen Men noe jeg aldri lot slippe taket - Var sorgen I min ensomhet vet jeg likevel At jeg ikke har noen andre å takke enn meg selv Derfor er jeg rolig når Repet strammes rundt min nakke English translation: The echoes of the memories silences the hour Gagged in the heavy mind's chains i fall away No longer I wan't to be bolted stuck to the anchor of sadness But finally get the longing 'put out' - After leaving Drank I too much of the cup of (life)hope Took I the joy of vanity for granted Beacause my battle against the emptyness' pain - This death anxietys intoxication Is the only thing left - That is mine In my solitude I know anyway That I have no other to thank but myself That's why I'm calm when The rope is tightened around my neck Mute witnesses can not give comfort The common man in the funerals choir gathering will never see The land of the lost I with my own hands created This intense drag towards death's portals A walking studie in choked weeped service (as in church) Ruled since the dawn of time But something I never let go of - Was the sorrow In my solitude I know anyway That I have no other to thank but myself That's why I'm calm when The rope is tightened around my neck |
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from Dimmu Borgir 7집 - Stormblast MMV (2005)
Min sjel den glødet
Og mitt sinn det lengtet Etter å få fatt i en kristen faen I det kalde mørket jeg ventet med vinden Det ulte som besatt av fanden Jeg ventet Åh, som jeg ventet Tiden virket som evig Men endelig fikk jeg øye på stakkar'n Jeg hevet min knyttede neve Og skrek Svake kristne! Dø i natt! Jeg skal flerre din sjel i to! Du skal føle makten jeg har fått av mørket! Din tid er omme! Også din tro! …også din tro…! Be om nåde du stakkars faen Og min latter skal atter runge Høyt i nattens kulde Der frosten fryser din siste Tåre… Svake kristne! Du døde i natt! Med et kraftig hugg tok jeg din skalle! En blodig slakt som til syvende og sist hvis stemmer(vil)for alltid i Dødsriket gjalle! [English translation:] [When the Christian lost his life] My soul did glow And my mind did yearn To get hold of a Christian fuck In the cold darkness I waited with the wind It howled as if possessed by the devil I waited Ahh, I waited! Time seemed eternal But finally I got sight of a poor one I raised my clenched fist And screamed Weak Christian! Die tonight! I shall tear your soul apart! You will feel the poor I was granted from darkness! Your time has come! So has your faith's time... ...so has your faith Pray for mercy you pitiful fuck And my laughter shall once again resound Loud in the cold of the night Where frost will freeze your last... Tear... Weak Christian! You died tonight! With a might blow I cracked your skull A bloody slaughter From which voices will forever resound in the Kingdom of darkness |
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from Dimmu Borgir 7집 - Stormblast MMV (2005)
Gjennom tidelose morkne drommer
I fuktig hostvind ober landstrakte vidder Mot Sorias fjellheim Kommer jeg, en fandens ridder Glatt er runen pa det hoye fjell Gnidd vekk av regn og vind Dragende kraft av ondskap lurer Her ved trollheims muldne grind Fortumlet av dette morke byggverk Med rovet gull fra lyets pakt Brukt som spott til a senke Deres murer Vi grunder over dette riket Sa vakkert fylt med tidelos skumring Som en stjerne i tomsindighetens juv Det bringer frem en nattlig mimring Over tanker fra en vissen tid Drott til himmels er det reist Av tidens endelose svarte minner Stormblast ut av det sorte indre Har bergflint rullet fra mo til kneist Undring og angst samler seg i natten I morket som ruver om spiret For ingen dag kan veien hit Intet lys kan luske frem Der sorg har beseiret alle gleder Og bygd et land pa menneskets jord Fylt med isklad prakt og heder |
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from Dimmu Borgir 7집 - Stormblast MMV (2005)
I det morkeste morke troner jeg
I mine slaer trer stillheten frem Faldne engler vokter mine porter I dodsdalens ode skjonnhet Har min sjel vandret vill Mens morket og sorgen r??짜det Tentes hatets flammende ild I nattens sorte stillhet Trer mitt tause frem I morket flammer et likb??짜l Nok en sort sjel har vendt hjem I stillhet folger vi ferden Til v??짜r sorgsvarte bror Og ingen t??짜rer faller Da aske forenes med jord vi skal all dele hans skjebne vi skal alle folge v??짜r venn Da Dommedag's klokker ringer Skal vi alle komme igjen For ??짜 herske |
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from Dimmu Borgir 7집 - Stormblast MMV (2005)
Antikrist
Stig opp p??????짜 min trone bleke lik Fall p??????짜 kne ??????짝rb??????쨍diget foran mine f??????쨍tter Ta imot mitt kalde kyss p??????짜 din panne Jeg har lagt veien som f??????쨍rer til Helvete klar L??????쨍ft deres sverd til kamp, stolte menn La massakeren begynne i dag Hogg hodet av hver kristen Og voldta deres kvinner og barn Hvert kristenkors du finner skal du vende om Hver en bygning som b??????짝rer guds navn skal brenne Hver en kristenmanns grav skal vi skjende Hver natt skal du v??????짜kne med ett skrik Og kjenne blodet som brenner dypt i deg Hver natt skal du rave som en sansel??????쨍s i gaten Og utslette hvert et tegn du ser til liv H??????쨍r min tale menneskedyr Mine ord er din fremtid Jeg er Satans legemlige gj??????쨍relse Jeg er din herre Jeg er ondskapen Jeg er antikrist |
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from Dimmu Borgir 7집 - Stormblast MMV (2005)
Stanken fra den uransaklige vei
Hvor forkynnelse og falsk forh??짜pning er ??짜te Trenger igjennom som en bitterhetens gave Og befrukter den menneskelige r??짜te Som en slave i avmakthetens tilstand R??짜der ei annet enn nederlagsbekjennelse Retrett Du har ei livets rett Retrett Du har ei livets rett For ignoreres Dyret og idolets tegn Vil straff omsider den skyldige bifalle Denne fromme paktens skadelige innavl S??쨍ker tilflukt i edens hage Hvorp??짜 en stolt ren og rakrygget herre Ikke like lett lar seg belage Retrett Du har ei livets rett Retrett Du har ei livets rett S??짜 n??짜r dommedagstorden endelig runger Kan menneskets fantasibilde avdukes Alle og enhver med gudfryktig hunger Vil tape ansikt og slukes |
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