1. Wrath Of Mine
There is a primal instinct that can not be tamed There is a destructive power that can not be named I wallow in my filth and treasure the stains Branded by the blood in my veins
Hate and rade Will not be buried in time Death is certain So is the wrath of mine
There isa primal instinct that can not be tamed There is a destructive power that can not be named An everlasting hatred That can not be reduced or taken away There are no limits for its desire The wrath sustains
Scavengers, luders and fools My inspiration and my tools Without these empty souls My wrath would not unfold
2. Raped By Light
A rebel cursed from below A devil in the eyes of those above
I am a fallen angel, a god-hating demon I am an arising bandit, an erotic sinner Embrased the fruits of our sexuality It is in man's nature to take and not to recive
Folding hands, bending down on your knees Praying that divine powers will punish the likes of me But tell me are you deaf, stupid, or blind? History has showed us that man is evil Und nur die Kraft des Bцsen besteht
In the vision of the perverted man There is a universe for others unseen An image of the darkest place to be Diagnosed with the sickness of being irreligious
A degenerated form of life. Oppressed by awe. Raped by light
A rebel cursed from below A devil in the eyes of those above A deviant from god-fearing morality A fulfiller of forbidden fantasies
3. Helvete
Da er mшrkt Da er kaldt Mara kjem i natt
Bite negler Skjelvande kropp Bankande hjarteslag
Vreid fyller meg Tankane svartnar Bare pе ein grenselaus angst
Ljoset vitrar Mшrket siger pе Helvete er her no
4. Unholy Water
Fired up with the devils fuel I seek an utter high Leaving an all to boring reality Everyday, a day to die
Clear, brown or red, doesn't matter much to me I want to enter a level of ecstasy Let my veins be filled to get a thrill What doesn't kill you only makes you ill
Waking up to the demons from yesterday Aching of pain and decay I join the demons by refueling myself Intoxication is my hideaway.
Raving madness suits me fine You'll never see me spit in the glass From the darkness of night Through the lack of daylight I am at one with the moonshine
5. Eldast, Utan е Gro
Da var ei tid ikkje sе langt vekke Dе mi verd var i trygge hende Slike stunde vil eg alder meir fе Slike tider er omme nе
Tida stеr stille for meg no Eg Eldast utan е gro Omverda er for meg ein skugge Alder meir vil eg fшla meg trygge
Eg orka ikkje sjе tilbake Og framtidi er forfi Vare ditta livet ut Er da slik da skal bli
Lite rеr ein шve kva som skal koma Sе alt for snшgt er alt omme Ein ottast gjerne om kva som skal henda Men kva om alt allereie er enda
Einsom vandrar eg i mшrket Leingt sеrt mot da som var Alder meir ska me mшtast Mшrket er alt eg har
6. Evig Pine
Hшyr dei skrike Hшyr dei grine Dei som alder fеr fred Dшmde te evig pine
Eit liv i liding Alder nokon ende Inga forlшysing Dшmd te evig smerte
Svikarar finnast i alle lag Syndarar tе alle slag Bak ei maska av storsinn Ligg eit likbleikt andlete е fortvile
Tenk pе dessa arme sjeler Neste gang du vandrar еleine Skriket som ljoma i vinden Kan vera di rшst Dшmd te evig liv
7. Empty
There are times when time stand still Times where there are no tomorrow Remembering the days of life The days we used to live
Innocent ages of most valuable time The sense of not knowing Only increases with time It all seems like borrowed time
These empty spaces seems so eternal These empty spaces can never be filled
You were there in yout majesty But you are not there anymore Strange how life is fading You have found peace while we mourn The gods have taken you home Back to nature you have gone Back to where we all belong Death has taken its toll
8. Songen Еt Fangen
So lagde dei lekkjone pе meg og klaven kring halsen min batt. Helsa mi pinte dei tе meg, men hatet sit enno att!
Е, hadde eg kulor og knivar som rokk dit eg vilde no, Gud nеde dе lensmann og skrivar, - dei lagdes snart lik bеe tvo!
Е, var eg so giftig som pesten, og ill som ein eiterormstyng, Gud nеde dе fengselspresten, som gеr her og preikar og syng!
Kvi fa'n kjem den kallen inn til meg, som song og hallelujadikt? Kva svartaste er det han vil meg med vеset um anger og slikt?
Eg eig ikkje anger i bringa, og kjem eg meg ein gong pе dшr skal kniven pе ny eg svinga, med kaldare hat enn fшr!
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