Тексты песен SATYRICON

Without beginning, without end (our lifeblood) the road for the spiritual outlaw is never ending and so is the hunt for all those answers the devil may hold your truth, what a fucking relief it would

Summon thy hidden wisdom, gather the unholy hate Winter is at hand, frozen my tears will be Created by blasphemy The edge of my sword, the powers of my mind Winter is at hand, as two torches blaze in

Salvation: A merciless hand from below holding the melancholy of a million strangled souls Part, melancholy So warm and glorious embraced in a black mass a mass which holds the pain of oppression Pa

From beyond come the storm 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 Wo

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Du som hater gud og kristent liv Foler hans naervaer som en bitter kreft Her må det skjendes og skjendes kvasst Himmerikets enger dynket i blod Hater av gud Og fyspesten Se inn i guds fam

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Filthgrinder, no-love machine, cleaner unknown to remorse and pity cynical, electric fuckin murderer What a scenery, the heavy pulsebeat of the Unholy Alliance and the white fear Take a look around

Forhekset av tidenes vind, Besatt av Nattens kolde gufs Under ravnsvart himmel de bedriver Blodskam og hor Med skingrende stemmer de påkaller Dypets makter I en sirkel bundet av Grimme visj

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 a

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 kristenma

I am the beast in passionate pain I am the grim being of the highlands Of the other side... I am winter when you freeze I am the hammer and you are the anvil Forever in warfare my heart is With my p

In the mist of the shadows by the river of the fogpalace Two great spears and a flag of dominion and hate Over the chasm riders of doom And sometimes the water dares to reflect... As days pass by an

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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 benighte

Eder har gjort vaart rike raattent eder har gjort vaart gull rustent og flammene fra de veldige sletter er alt vi har aa minnes fra verdig manns tid Eder har bragt kvalmende lys i dragens hule eder

(Remake Of "The Dark Castle In The Deep Forest" From "Dark Medieval Times") Burn! Dark, horned, I spin over dead funeral realm (wonder to realm side) Come forth unholy winter behol

He would kill the whitedraped men He would kill all holy men He would kill the powers in control to waste these jokers in this pathetic game He would choke the sleaze pig He would shepherd the sheep

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A rotating silvercolored plateau, drops that dance down the columns Blue, cold and the raging starwind glowing colors at fearful speed indistinct pictures of prophets and visionaries in a galactic fo

"And I looked, and behold a pale horse: And his name that sat on him was Death and Hell followed him. And power was given unto them over the fourth part of the earth, to kill with sword, and wit

Through years of knowledge man made the wings of evil Through the enormous winter, three years without summer Prepared for the battles of the north I sat on my throne and watched between The skies of

We wander the fields of death... In eternity wandering our own path Which has been the quest of immortality Yet to conquer for me - but dreams shall not be torn He is spirit He is stone And he is im

Come come infernal war awake beasts of hell Free yourself from the chains that have been holding you for 666 years We await sodomy and destruction It is the night of the triumphator {start the burnin

Sinful Woman walk with me cause I'm the wolf on your shoulder but complaint not to me, cause I'm the accuser If you dare to withhold the immense power and the greed you shall walk among us

Langt inn i mellom hoye fjell og dype daler Gjennom norske skoger og morke huler Bak her en drom for over lysen aar siden Til hordaland kom pesta og bragte dod og pine Thekseskogen ble plantet rotter

In grey depressive autumn times I wander the woods to eternity searching for him trying to remember while the same sky still rules the night. We _____ then.That these were the children of god. The on