• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Painting My Horror - Arcturus
• Nocturnal Vision Revisited - Arcturus
• Nightmare Heaven - Arcturus
• Naar Kulda Tar (frostnettenes Prolog) - Arcturus
• Moonshine Delirium - Arcturus
• Of Nails And Sinners - Arcturus
• Alone - Arcturus
• Ad Astra - Arcturus
• Rodt Og Svart - Arcturus
• Wintry Grey - Arcturus
• White Noise Monster - Arcturus
• Whence & Whither Goest The Wind - Arcturus
• To Thou Who Dwellest In The Night - Arcturus
• Raudt Og Svart - Arcturus
• Radical Cut - Arcturus
• The Throne Of Tragedy - Arcturus
• The Chaos Path - Arcturus
• The Bodkin & The Quietus (...to Reach The Stars) - Arcturus
• Star-Crossed - Arcturus
• Shipwrecked Frontier Pioneer - Arcturus
• Master Of Disguise - Arcturus
• La Masquerade Infernale - Arcturus
• Kinetic - Arcturus
• Icebound Streams And Vapours Grey - Arcturus
• Hufsa - Arcturus
• Hibernation Sickness Complete - Arcturus
• For To End Yet Again - Arcturus
• Fall Of Man - Arcturus
• Evacuation Code Deciphered - Arcturus
• Du Nordavind - Arcturus
• Demon Painter - Arcturus
• Deception Genesis - Arcturus
• Collapse Generation - Arcturus
• Ad Absurdum - Arcturus

It was a dark night, I couldn't see;
And senses were unbound in ESP
When in dream awake,
I'd paint.
Subconscious, the expanse I saw
The portal to minds eye, open!
- I contemplated
Who it was that pulled the strings
Of those things I saw in dreadful masquerade
Of stark madness went merry round with my head
I passed out, embraced their world
Savoured the poetry of revolt -
Sheer elegy of menace
I have not been the same since,
I took on the profession of a devil
The world I see in a grotesque light
Evil perform with the gestures of a clown
Pure I live in blasphemy
Mephisto I am hidden in Madonnas gown
From the code of common sense I'm free
To bad you are not here to partake my strange horror
'Cause here is where our ways will part
I will not exchange this power,
spring of my suffering,
I do not envy the conscience pure
of the blind man in his bliss world

The echoes of a dream I dreamt
In a distant past is here at last
Drowning me fast
Why are the ripples so old and vast
Catching up to me? what did I see?
The tower of life, or was it death
Erected by the sea
The spawn of the earth was flocking up
Some went to the top others halted up
At different levels people threw themselves at the waves
And when they fell in they were all dead as sin
I climbed up to the very top
Wanting to see all that can be
Why waste a wicked view
When after all all and all
To our death will fall
To our death we fall
This foretelling I knew to be deeper than words
And true as pain hurts
Now I am in free flight
It does not feel right
No time to think
I'll be gone in a wink
In between waking and true sleep
What I find I treasure and keep
The tower of wisdom

The subjects of sleep
Their faces once awake
On sodomy and death
And smoke and laughter
Their feet no longer
Underground
The snow hides the traces
Never set in a first place
This negative kingdom
Hey horrible and white
The angels all stone
Passing their years
Hoping to be saved
From oblivion
...by oblivion
And the miracle is that
Nothing has happened
Nothing has a history
Or a name
Only the voice

Naar vinteren tar bitter fart
Og steiner sprekker I frostklar natt
Ved svarte tjern under naken li
Da er villmarken vond aa ferdes I
Vi befarer store sletter
Der sneen ligger tykk
Det blaaser kaldt - Vi skal d?
Vi har s?rgelig nok forfalt
Fra still tjern
Till hortbetonte vidder
Farvel
[English translation:]
When The Cold Takes
When the winter takes a bitter speed
And stones crack in the frost-clear night
By black lakes under naked slope
Then is the wilderness hard to go through
We walk across vast planes
Where the snow lies thick
It blows cold - we will die
Sadly, we have fallen enough
From still lakes
To far-toned plateau

Third night in flight
My body says no but my mind says go
Moonshine delirium what is that lurking behind the curtain
There at an instant then gone with a flash
Defeating all resistance something there I can not grasp
There is no tomorrow gone beyond sorrow under a sheltering mask
Hail to you thousand faced all trapped in the haze
Dandies bandits tramps and champs
Beloved freaks and cheeky sneaks
Homeless heroes without dineros
Vampire-fools and exotic ghouls
Mongoshitfacedtabletwisters salut!

("I know that without me God cannot live a moment;
If I am destroyed He must give up the ghost"
Angelus Silesius)
I beseech you, God to whom many sinners pray
From the depth of the dark abyss where my heart fell
Expelled I was from your tedious grace to the pits of hell
So can please cease to deplore my opposite, may only way
For aeons I descended down
Till I saw the dreadful truths
of which man wouldn't know
I, degraded bearer of thy sacred light
- to which I never again will bow
When I rise to avenge myself with darkness
The anger of the damned shall flow
I was cast out by the retinue of angels weak
Shone to the few who me would seek
A rebel I was, radiant my glow, afar,
My wisdom fathomed by the morningstar
And O your fools, in herdlike fright, stampede
And when creation falls, you must build anew,
With nails that sting My hands -
They grow passionate on a lie

Poem by Edgar Allan Poe
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were - I have not seen
As others saw - I could not bring
My passions from a common spring
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I lov'd, I lov'd alone
Then - in my childhood - in the dawn
Of a most stormy life - was drawn
From ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain
From the sun that 'round me roll'd
In it's autumn tint of gold -
From the lighting in the sky
As it pass'd me flying by -
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that look the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)

I have everywhere sought,
and nowhere found
So I lift the bleedin' bodkin
And trust the grief deepest in
The gleaming bodies of the infinite skies
Have for my spirit
The cold charm
Of death's welcoming eyes
In secret to my soul

Deira dagar har mørkna
Moder jord meld sitt fraafall
Men sverdet har gaat vidare
Til ein ny bærar
Me er einsomme menn
Me bær fenresulvens muspell
Skoll skal sluka sola
Me er djerve menn
Sola svartner
Der fjellvegg ramlar
Naa gjestar sorgen
Paa livets tre (Yggdrasil)
For byleits bror farar

Frozen streams and vapours gray,
cold and waste the landscape lay...
Then a hale of wind.
Hither-Whirling, Thither-Swilrling,
Spin the fog and spin the mist...
Still we walked on through woods and wintry gray,
home through woods where winter lay - Cold and dark...
(Waiting for a change in the weather.
Waiting for a shift in the air.
Could we get there together, ever?
Waiting for our late, late return)

Crowded mind working overtime in a shrinking stinking home a
Presence arrives just out of sight
Hides in the maze collects all mistakes
White noise withering weeds of deeds
Worshipping with filth in the temple of guilt
Filing its womb with pleasure and doom
Monstrous urban paranoia sweeping over my mine-field mind
Trigging random horrors cause and effect is a bittersweet sect
And I am priest of loons and carrier of wounds a battle fatigued
Random seed
Placed on this earth and fucked up from birth
Who gives a flying shit anyway
In a room without view I cold-sweat and drew
My theories of everything and anything would do
Reading the mind of mankind's deamon
Pushing the line forward all the time
A deep-space satellite on light-speed depressed

The Wind, Bloweth
Where It Listeth, And Thou Hearest The Sound Thereof,
But Canst Not Tell Whence It Cometh, And Whither It Goeth
Once there was wisdom
Bestowed upon us
The winds of centuries
Have long since passed
Time has imprisoned us
We are the word of ...??...
The wind bloweth...
Where It Listeth, And Thou Hearest The Sound Thereof,

Here is so desolate;
Times, they are dark
Words ceas' - to end as echoes rolling afar
Empathy arises
whilst thou drapest this world in black;
The only colour that can paint my soul
Clad in the shades of night
Thou reflects the pure of heart
Amidst all the grief this winter unfoldeth
The thorn in my side - thou retainst
Thy breeze maketh me shiver
Maimeth me with its frozen malice
Thou minglest with the dense night
I hearken to the voice of thy winds
They are the saddest of all sounds of thine
Never will I take leave from thy haunt
Hast thou ever desired me?

Deira dagar har m?rkna
Moder jord meld sitt fraafall
Men sverdet har gaat vidare
Til ein ny b?rar
Me er einsomme menn
Me b?r fenresulvens muspell
Skoll skal sluka sola
Me er djerve menn
Sola svartner
Der fjellvegg ramlar
Naa gjestar sorgen
Paa livets tre (Yggdrasil)
For byleits bror farar
Kva er det ikkje Kampfar klaren?
[English translation:]
Red And Black
The days have darkened
Mother earth announces her death
While the sword has moved on
To a new bearer
We are lonesome men
We bear the wolf-Fenris Muspell
Skoll shall swallow the sun
We are brave men
Sun blackens
Where mountain's walls collapse
Now guest the sorrow
On the life's tree (Yggdrasill)
For Byleit's brother travels

Spit white speech
The voice is mine
The skin of the slit
Cut cigarette size
The butt size head
Voluptuous white
Cum cigarette slit
The spitting line
The cigarette skin
White head in line
The voice is white
Erasing mine
Skin the white
The radical line
The cigarette butt

based on the poem "Tragediens Trone" by John Henrik Svaren,
is translated by the undersigned,
and hereby dedicated to Kristoffer Garm Rygg
Hear!
From this day forth
are the heights of Horeb broken
and the sea of sulphur-ice.
And blasphemy!
in heaven's chambers:
Souls had fled their halls
and closed was the book of life.
And behold!
The great, white throne:
black
with sacred blood
Our father -
Dead by his own hands:
an epitaph
worthy no king.
And so is everything
a nameless lie.
Who, my god,
am I?
Man knows me
as Lucifer, the serpent of old.
The wretched hold my banner high.
Your gift
- all life! -
I grant a grave
Yet I am not your death.
Come carry forth the crown
to your once held throne.
Here is where my suffering should cease
- but alas; I am crowned
in grief unheard of!
In this lone monarchy
- without a friend of foe -
I greet the mourning sun
with strife and a song:
Please speak my name!
And leave me not
in the dust of death.
I am weighed down
beneath the tragedy crown, -
nameless,
and alone,
a fatherless son.

Await the coming storm.
Behold the sign in the sun.
Chaos upon us spawn!
The arrows of time points us all.
Oh, well, the maddening laughter
growing louder with the memories.
Atoms like incense rising, like a
thousand candles all blown out at once.
Fear tangled with despair.
This ghastly symphony of malice breaks it.
The spirit sails out on waters.
An intergalactic sea of sorrow.
Solemn oblivion with thee.
Ways of darkness.
The third eye reflects the images
of vast reluctant pasts.
Ethereal eternity awaits the final act.
It crawls towards the altar destined to collaps.
Tragic legend, eerie stratum.
Twisted, this mortal flesh invoked again,
with the echoes still haunting;
The curses chanting.
Embrace this outcast state of chaos.
After all this unalterable.
Beweep this thought, then arise with wisdom.
Nowhen I hallow in the gateway of different plains.
Open your heart and let go.
Oh Vanish. Divine infinity.
Ah, this wrath I am.
So many aeons ago since.
Ah I suffer eternally.
The inevitable did unfold.
Oh well, a collection of particles held together
by the force of a soul and its memory.
Be warned (you stand) on the edge of infinity;
Where coloured waves will lead the way into the void.
Fear tangled with despair.
This ghastly symphony of malice.
Oh, well, the maddening laughter
growing louder with the memories now.
Atoms like incense rising.
Ways of darkness.
The third eye reflects the images
of vast reluctant pasts.
Ethereal eternity awaits the final act.
You are drawn towards the altar
destined to collaps.
Tragic legend, eerie stratum.

These constellations
gleaming at us from afar
They give rise to frigid memories
in my mind
My stellar memetoes are the brightest
signs that twinkle away
Infinity, the faustian spirit,
disheartened, by all
I will never get up there alone
but still I will always perceive
their company
I honor the farthest fall
His fall, I, I...
In my thirst for knowledge
a new kind of thought arose.
Enriched me.
Their weight will always burden me.
As I then fell into reverie.
My (struggling) heart felt it's end,
I lifted the bodkin.
I fall
the final recourse
and the fall, it made me tired, meltdown
I fly
All remembered
They are the reminders of all

Organic images
Dissolving earth
Our future children
Sure at us unfixed
From a residence of stars
In their sidereal ships
Ho sailing beyond within
Their eyes
Black in kingdoms of gold
Like the rocks of this desert
Where we wander in circles
Tails up the ass of time
And our vision
Goes backwards
The traces we see
After something
Ot even existing
Beyond the prints
All dreams end here
Where our cries began
Resounding to museums
Of a world we believed
Neverending
And we stop
Exhausted
Beginning
Not again
And the panic
Like the light
Of some star
Exploding
Flashing in black holes of not knowing

Mechanical shutdown due to reactorcore meltdown
And outdated parts collapsed and discharged
Autopilot on emergency power from
Random fuel devoured
Red alert sirens sighing
Rusty pipelines dying
Empty hull shatter into cold dark matter
Unknownspacepioneer the end draws near
What once was acrobatically flying
Is now burnt out and dying
Now that I am shipwrecked
A piece of shit falling
Through space and time
Moaning oh why oh why did not I
Just stop in time
Knowing the answer I am dirty as a cancer
Once a virus like me is set free
Old grim flashes his grin
And violently introduces
A shortcut for loosers
Drop all illusions as I pop the next fuse in confusion
Transvesting the mind evolving past mankind
Unknownspaceadorer toxicwasteexplorer
Lost in free will time stand still
Full front on
Drifting here in the outer rim
As a piece of spacejunk
No valuables within
A scraphead of sin
Too much acid in these batteries
Leaking out its filthy grease
Disband all current settings to standard default
Fall and arise you diamond of lies
You know what is wise
Fire or ice
That's when I find
Hyperspace-central-divine
A pitstopmaintenance hall for the mind
Satanic protectors of my kind
I shop some new parts
Re plugged and charged
I head towards the stars
Knowing that this trip

("No! this face is only a mask, a wicked ornament,
illuminated by an exquisite grimace,
Look and see, atrociously contorted,
The real head, and the sincere face
Turned back under the shadow of the face which lies"
Charles Baudelaire)
He is profanity in sanctity's guise
An alias assumed I do realize
In their eyes, his cause -
when enticing and cunning in impact
is still a criminal and evil act
So look for him vainly,
He, the incarnation of magickal nature
He turns unrecognizable even to the experienced eye
You obsessively pursue him
Failing to see, hat was why he came to be
one who annihilates with such impunity
He appears your friend, but
the Saint hides many Satans
He's contemptuous, you know
of your Godgiven stupidities
He calls you in question with
affected modesty and create
of you an object of derision
You think him to be pariah
whom company does exclude
But in the midst of all frenzy
He is - feasting in a transitory mood
Passion is a strict lord
He is also its humble slave
When bereft of common ways,
He strides before you on water
He makes clowns of kings,
charm the guests, rides the ball
Is the master of disguise
Prince of the thousandfold face
the charming jester's smile
which invites reason to demise
and imaginations rise
Inscrutable yes, venting his spleen
Somewhere night and day between

[based on the poem "Tragediens Trone" by John Henrik Svaren]
[is translated by the undersigned, and hereby dedicated to Kristoffer Garm Rygg]
Hear!
From this day forth
are the heights of Horeb broken
and the sea of sulphur-ice.
And blasphemy!
in heaven's chambers:
Souls had fled their halls
and closed was the book of life.
And behold!
The great, white throne:
black
with sacred blood
Our father -
Dead by his own hands:
an epitaph
worthy no king.
And so is everything
a nameless lie.
Who, my god,
am I?
Man knows me
as Lucifer, the serpent of old.
The wretched hold my banner high.
Your gift
- all life! -
I grant a grave
Yet I am not your death.
Come carry forth the crown
to your once held throne.
Here is where my suffering should cease
- but alas; I am crowned
in grief unheard of!
In this lone monarchy
- without a friend of foe -
I greet the mourning sun
with strife and a song:
Please speak my name!
And leave me not
in the dust of death.
I am weighed down
beneath the tragedy crown, -
nameless,
and alone,
a fatherless son.

"Welcome
This transmission
From a fallen star
Otherwise known as Arcturus"
Light has departed
From this black sun
But please put us on
To bring darkness down
From your head and home
Our enterprise a success
As return is no option
Our eyes were removed
For our own safety
The distance too great
For you to hear our cries
Nevermind take this lamp
We are beyond light
We learned so little
Of inhuman culture
Before disappearance
Went right through us
The mothership
Boarded by fools
We escape space
In order to reach
Our destination
And if you are listening
Please tell us about the time
Where and when we exist
No more
For when you go
We go with you

Frozen streams and vapours gray,
cold and waste the landscape lay...
Then a hale of wind
Hither - whirling, Thither - swirling,
Spinn the fog and spinn the mist...
Still we walked on through woods and wintry gray,
home through woods where winter lay - cold and dark...
(Waiting for a change in the weather
Waiting for a shift in the air
Could we get there together, ever?
Waiting for our late, late return)

Med gufs og hyl jeg visner marken
Ett uggent gys skiller ved og barken
Ser tilbake på frost og tåke
Natt som dag I evig våke
Gold kulde river
Mot lys jeg driver
Men alle glør dør der
Der hvor jeg hviler min bør
Alltid alene
Der finnes ingen som kan vandre med meg
Evig vinter er hva jeg er
Du er tedd når jeg er nær
Sjelen søker evig varme
Allt den får en ensom harme
Markens grøde for all tid øde
Der jeg setter mitt spor

Probing a voiceless void
Pearching for a closure
Poisoned tentacles from the past
Are tumbling fumbling closet
Mood set
On full scale regret
Peaking an all time low
Distorted pattersn no sight with this lantern
But a bleak recollection of something undone
A banished vanished presence
Of the unspeakable secretive kind
The uttermost shame is its essence
The septic transforms the shellshocked and blind
A nightmare released a terrible disease
Lurking behind a thin wall of sleep
The jail-bars of a stigmatized keep
Across the crumbling layers
A tricky haze of control
Beyond matter the untouchable scatter
The cracks are beginning to show
Small gaps out of time with riddles entwined
Looking over my shoulder for some kind of cover
All I can find to bring peace of mind
Is that this bloodstained route
Will carry the strangest of fruits
Not to turn away tainted
But look into the deep and weep

Full of frequency
An unintelligible roar
Of everything ever lived
Or altogether avoided life
A storm of voices
And backward thoughts
Through deserts of sand
Through gutters of shite
Drums and flames
Our bodies in ruins
And I say my name
Without my voice
Speed increases
Fucking all up
In a whirling wind
Tearing all order apart
In order to rebuild order
Police, police, police
Please stop the Euro
From binar bin Laden
Io paramount Pan
Io Paradox Pan
Don't fight it, you'll only
Whirl up all mass hysteria
In your thousandfold self
We lost eachother
We slide unnoticeably
In hallucinatory orbit
Around the sun
The black sun

Now there is
my fairytale(s)
of dying flowers
of the earth
and those it covers
of dying maids
and viking men
of birds.. that never

Change channel I am bored again
Take five and restart the game
I suggest a different approach
Remake the world with a devilish touch
Evolution is too slow ghost
Relax and sit back I am your new host
Fantastic elastic all things can be spastic
No room for bore press enter and store
We live in small shells put that on a shelf
E.S.P. for all big and small
Saga-lore mature splendor
Ragamuffin saga-puffin all you can snort
Electric eyes for sparkling flies
Will be much more fun for the rejects and dumb
So what do you change
In your realm of decadence
King or queen or something snotty between
Worlds shatter to darkness without matter
No matter no matter we stole
Too far from home
Rid your shoulders of this stone
Which direction is up
What way to the top
It seems we are lost
This is no place to linger
Let your throat embrace your finger
Evacuate this tomb
There is always an exit
For aliens infected
Our race
Seems we crashed on the way
Two dried up bugs trapped in the same web
Slimy slugs on a busy rainy highway
You and I are not lost without words
We can live again without rebirth
Two old drunks sharing the same cup
A pair of fools sailing where no wind blows

Et blekt avdagsleite
Famler hen, til nattvart himmel
Vandring hjem, til nattsvart himmel
Vandring hjem I eismal
Under skumringens tidligste stjerne
Tusm_rket dypner I det fjerne
Du nordavind, jeg speider fjern og n+r
Kommer du igjen fra de _e land hvor ingen mann er?
Tilsammen - vi to. over beksvart hav
Enn om du aldri hit vil komme
Jeg tilbyi deg mitt kj_lnende blod
Evig vil min sjel skue mot nord
Stundom mitt sinn skal reise
Til tid tar slutt paa jord
Hver en j+vel vill
Som sank I vann f_r tid var til...
Jeg drev forlatt og vandret vill
Ennu har du ikke h_rt mitt hill
I tomme natten skimjet jeg

Walking among shadows
Shady characters of faded cast
Acting out their last role
Beautiful lonely stars
These are my people
These fallen stars
You may think you see us
You never had a part
Flickering performance
On a burning stage
In naked daylight
For you to hate
Directing the audience
I paint in tones of gray
In shades of black
In cold dismay
I paint my deamons
As scars of blood
In a barren landscape

Unfortunate the hoax
that you are not immune
For if beauty was hurt
Like children naked and misused
We would aspire towards
States of disturbed emotions
And never need to mirror off
Like shadows of a greater joy
While moralist angels repare
Their heavenly cocktail lounge
In darker institutions
They are beyond discipline
And repentance is no option
But do not despair
I know of an exit
Destruction thinkers travel
The other way around
Where directions are none
And the ground is gone
Such treacherous gates to enter
Even bigger doubts inside
Doors shut from the outsid
And you hear the sound
Of someone walking away
You just disappeared
In a backsweep

Time is on trial
Generation and collapse
inside the space of things
Series of inertia

This dead orchestra
Play on instruments
Strung with the fibres
Of my mind
And skeletons dance
They have no voice
And no complaint
But I am still flesh
And will not serve
You vampire fools
Bringing you life
By invoking dead
I'm tired of telling stories
With this ghostvoice of mine
So you can say you don't
Believe in ghosts
You drink me animal
Wasted on my madness
Leaving me blank and empty
But tonight
I'm Houdini
Gonna kill my shadow
Penetrate your sanctum
See your loss
Through your eyes
And laugh as two
You not knowing why