Hark, o'nightspirit
father of my dark self
from within this realm, wherein thou dwelleth
by this lake of blood, from which we feed to breed
i call silently from thy presence, as i lay this oath
May this night carry my will
and may these old mountains forever remember this night
may the forest whisper my name
and may the storm bring these words to the end of all worlds
May the wise moon be my witness
as i swear on my honor
in respect of my pride and darkness itself
that i shall rule by the blackest wisdom
O'nightspirit
i am one with thee
i am the eternal power
i am the emperor
Winds and storms. embrace us now
lay waste the light of day
open gates to darker lands
Four eyes as two in one
The forward circular view
That never ends
An orbital voyage
Throughout this endless sphere of all
Where time is lost and everything transcends
A graceful presence
At stolen time
As ghosts to the world
Ghosts to the world
For ice, outside, are we apart
As cold and eerie mist to the hand
Ever floating on its coarse
Towards the heights of shadowland
Thus appear the truly sworn
To be seen
To be feared
Yet, not to be reached
Four eyes as two in one
Thus appear the truly sworn
As ghosts to the world
Thus appear the truly sworn
For ice, outside, are we apart
Thus appear the truly sworn
Cold and eerie mist. Burning
Thus appear the truly sworn
A graceful presence
At stolen time
Vide, ravens caw in reverence
Anthems to the Welkin at dusk
In celebration of the few
The kin
Beyond flesh
Beyond words
Those of the core
Beyond gods
As gods received
I float among them
On wings once broken
Now gleaming black
I share their song
Of words unspoken
Cries of the past
In times of fiendish tempest
Bloodlust turns against the coil
Hungry for the fall
I greet the pit
Blind Savage
Cursing Life
Yet, at the moment of my final step
The hands and golden chains are given
Bidding me that which cannot be deprived
The bonds of trust and unity
Till the end
Brethren and sisters of my circle
I acclaim Thee all
When guiding stars are clouded and deranged
Fear not to take my hand
The bonds of trust and unity
As gods received
Benighted darker and darker
as I walk through the woods,
into the silent shadows.
As the sky goes from dark to black, ice cold whispers burns my skin.
From nowhere to the deepest of my soul they speak unto me...
grievance of sadness, like the gift of sorrow.
A Moon, a bloodred full Moon lights my black hearts night.
Lightning cracks the sky and thunders roll,
through the night a chaos of storms arise.
Purgatory. Burning flames catch my eyes.
Into the shadows (so dark) I hear the choirs of evil,
a "joy" in blasphemy beyond my darkest fantasies.
The Gate is open...
Into the silent shadows I crawl,
upon the throne so cold,
atmosphere of melancholy.
I will forever burn...
Burn... burn...
Into the silent shadows I crawl,
upon the throne so cold,
atmosphere of melancholy.
I will forever burn...
Memories of torment strikes me.
Attempts were made to suffocate me at birth.
Fools, I was already ancient.
Thou can not kill what breeds within Thee.
Alas, this agony, the emptiness of earthborn pride
Hath stirred my faithful heart which guided me to darker paths.
Far away from their pestilent ways
Cleansed was I from deceitful grace.
Yet, put to scorn was I
By those unclean.
Enslaved by ignorance
They blindly spat upon
The deity of hate.
Awake is the darkest fiend.
By the fallen one I shall arise.
Upon bewildered masses,
To whom the indulgence of my soul portray as sin made god,
I shall revile and quell the source
Whence mockery of my kind derive.
This I know: Facile shalt my quest not come to pass.
Deathwish be my gift to all at last.
Honour. Commended no longer as virtue.
Yet, shalt be extolled by light's demise.
By the fallen one I shall arise.
Arise.
Believer,
Speak not to me of justice,
For none have I ever seen.
By God, I shall give as I receive.
Betrayer,
Speak not to me at all.
You and this world
Ripped my fucking heart out.
Again... again... and again...
The land was created
In the name of the chosen
And the waves thrown
For men to see
The one who made men
To be
Prevailed from the source
Of Icon E
The waves of fury
Prevailed from the source
Of Icon E
Were mine to be
Ordered to destroy and bury
No remorse!
The destiny of the wave
Was not to be found
Nor was I travelling
The deadly sea alone
The sun never rose
And my rose
Was not to be
For what purpose
I gave my return
Is still standing alone
And as the raven dropped
A feather on me
I was again to be
May the wolves start to howl again. May the age of darkness arise. We
will travel for eternitys into the unknown to reach what we seek.
Fight the ways through the barriers of light, through the wastelands
where nothing but grief have become the eternal memory. Shield of
life, sword of death held up high into the sky. Guided by the shining
moon in the starry sky above. In the horizon beyond black clouds of
destruction rages like dancing shadows of pain. We will grant Him
their pain. He will grant us His flame. In flesh and blood. He will
arise to deliver the key. As the armours black robe slides across the
landscape, we see the land of wisdom, strength and pure evil...
Darkness, frost hate... the throne will be ours. May the wolves start
to howl again. May the age of darkness arise. May we touch the black
All raised
To be men
Given image and path
Idolised warriors
Bright steel
Burning rage
Never too late to try
Stand tall
Never plead
Live and let die
I see the spirit
Of these ancestors
And reconsider the faith
A primitive sword
Can not win my war
Cold fury
Flaring eyes
Calculated verbal gun
My pride
Justified
Stiritual steel shines bright
Beyond the sun
The pride of the warrior
Is far from dead
The colours of death
Are still black and red
Though modernised
Ever behind me.
Rise a shadow taller than I.
Yet, with a certain resemblance.
How many times do I have to contemplate my own reflection.
And say: I have been blind?
I have been blind.
Yet, I saw the search and dreams of my rejection.
Walking behind me.
Every time, I am bound to have been granted the gift of better sight.
But my anxiety, built one more brick.
Fearing again to choose the wrong step.
Vaguely I remember the blurred eyes of someone small.
These strangers often come as blind.
A troubled mind I left behind.
Hark
For I speak of purity
I am unconquerable
In my worship
I am invincible
On my crusade
However hard the strikes may be
However deep the wounds
This blood immortal
Bleeds for Thee
Blessed was I with the consecration
To indomitable dedication
In every breath I hear
The silent whisper of your name
In every harmony
In every thought
You make my water into wine
Remember
I am ever Thine
Blessed was I with the consecration
To indomitable dedication
Two bound as one
In a trinity
Where I comprise
Infinite forms of unity
In unity reborn
To a state
Where all past burdens
No longer shall be worn
I pledge to perfection
No compromise can touch my woe
Nor questions reach my faith
In immortality
In the name of
Nonus Aequilibrium
I am thine
Icaros, I dare you
For I possess the wings of faith
Though, heavy on my shoulders
(No measurement can prove their weight)
Still, a burden are they not to me
I am the challenger of gravity
The fear is not the fate I seek
My destiny will build upon
The mighty turbulence beyond
If I fall I will rise again
Some of envy
Some of fear
Admonish by the graves of those who fell
Praise the fool that pure of heart
Leaps off your finger
Into grace
Icaros, your voice once melted
Into the choir of the fallen ones
I have heard, I have seen
The purity of their song
Icaros
You fate embrace
A manifold of angels
I summon thee
From shattered graves
And call upon the wind
Receive my bow of reverence
Beyond the great vast forest,
surrounded by majestic mountains,
dark rivers float like tears of sorrow.
Frost submerge the holy ring of fire.
They shall rise again, for they are of Him...
The Dark Lord of eternities.
These are the Devils of Darkness.
They can not be laid to rest forever.
Resurrection... They shall haunt again,
"Phantom der nacht", the creatures of the night.
Blood is life. Blood is life.
Their art of death is infernal,
like their life eternal.
See the castle so proud,
but yet so grey and cold.
Their art of death is infernal,
like their life eternal.
See the castle so proud,
but yet so grey and cold.
Grey and cold.
Grey and cold.
The frost submerge. The Moon is on the rise.
Hear the nocturnal howling of the wolves...
the children of the night. They shall rise again,
resurrected through our gathering of the ancient and evil.
They shall rise again, for they are of Him...
The Dark Lord of eternities.
These are the Devils of Darkness.
They can not be laid to rest forever.
Resurrection... They shall haunt again,
"Phantom der nacht", the creatures of the night.
Blood is life. Blood is life.
Curse you all men
Who's coil is strong
I recognise the sparrows heart
Beneath the theatre of misery
Disbelivers shalt by dawn
Be forced
To forever mourn
Curse you all men
That resent my empire
Cause I have risen again
At war this time
The truth I speak
Is your decease
My word is your defeat
And thou shalt not
Be able to hide anymore
The prophecy will
Conquer at last
Your sense of reality
With mission to kill
The theatre of misery
He has risen again
Armed with the source of sin
And as humans shalt fade
He shalt inherit their strength
Men of the damned;
Your will reluctantly
Secure His eternal victory
Yes, you are indeed the few;
Reason
This demigod
Unto which you cluster
Sacrilege
You sacrifice this purity
Of the air beneath your wings
A slow and painful ritual
To burn the youth you lost
Demigod
Blasphemers walk among your flock
Despite your blindfold
Proudly you carry the stone on your back
Disillusioned
You plant your feet safely to the ground
Demigod
Blasphemers walk among your flock
As the stone
You have become
Not once did you cry
For the lost ones of your world
Your care is limited
To this demigod
Unto which you cluster
Reason
Decrystallize me
Demigod
I do blaspheme
The fallen you condemn
Your heart even free of hate
Yet, scared to death by their disbelief
To ordinary common sense
And with autumn closing in
Forcing life away
In an endless maze begotten
To dead ends led by fools
I sought a plague
For those who smiled at walls
In humble fear
Yet, belligerent ways came to an end
No war could ease my hunger
By craving death I was
To darkness reborn
No sacrifice too great
Caught in another maze
Truly endless
Still
This maze is mine
No peace for me
No peace I seek
My quest goes far beyond
No sacrifice too great
Caught in another maze
Truly endless
Still
This maze is mine
I hail the greatest fall
Dark is the spirit of my token
Dark is my call
Still craving
Still torn
Hear me master
Of this realm to which I was reborn
Bearer of my stigma. Thou art of me.
Yet, claim no gift, but guidance.
For I am the giver of temptations.
Thou art the executor of Thy rewards.
The cosmic forces driving me
More noble, more free
Love and hate and all in between
I greet them all in ecstasy
Take me
Venus
Seduce me
Mars
Possess me
Tear my soul from sanity
No sacrifice too great
Caught in another maze
Truly endless
Still
(Words: Samoth & Ihsahn/ Music: Ihsahn/ Arrangements: Ihsahn & Samoth)
Landscapes
Entrance my mind with thoughts of ancient times
I wonder...
Did they walk this path
Open seas
An endless horizon they seam
I wonder...
Where did they go
Nightsky
Source of light and dark
I wonder...
Did they comprehend
Seasons running through my veins
Like snow melting on my skin
They crawl beyond my flesh
and gasp my yearning eyes
Alas!
The force of divinity
What caused its end...
I drown in thoughts
Yet, answers have abandoned this place
Long ago
Blood runs cold from my arm...
Another one is now to die
Is he the last to see
The graceful entity of Nature
Is he the last to have his heart and soul
Nailed in Her embrasce...
As the Darkness creeps over the Northern mountains of Norway
and the silence reach the woods, I awake and rise...
Into the night I wander, like many nights before,
and like in my dreams, but centuries ago.
Under the Moon, under the trees.
Into the Infinity of Darkness,
beyond the light of a new day,
into the frozen nature chilly,
beyond the warmth of the dying Sun.
Hear the whispering of the wind,
the Shadows calling...
I gaze into the Moon which grants me visions
these twelve full Moon nights of the year,
and for each night the light of the holy disciples fades away.
Weaker and weaker, one by one.
Weaker and weaker, one by one.
I gaze into the Moon which makes my mind pure as crystal lakes,
my eyes cold as the darkest winter nights, by yet there is a flame inside.
It guides me into the dark shadows beyond this world,
into the infinity of thoughts... thoughts of upcoming reality.
In the name of the almighty Emperor I will ride the Lands in pride,
carrying the Blacksword at hand, in warfare.
I will grind my hatred upon the loved ones.
Despair will be brought upon
the hoping children of happiness.
Wherever there is joy the hordes of the eclipse
will pollute sadness, sadness and hate
under the reign of fear.
The lands will grow black.
There is no Sunrise yet to come
into the wastelands of phantoms lost.
The lands will grow black.
There is no Sunrise yet to come.
May these moments under the Moon be eternal.
Like the tide, shadows flow towards the shore of light.
The night comes whirling like a maelstrom.
Warring waves of crackling clouds embrace this nightside landscape.
The heavens bleed, through open wounds, the dim light of the Moon.
The winds are crying mournfully and tears fly with the gusts.
They whip my clenched faces freezing skin with ice-cold burning cuts.
Too long I have suffered the desert sands of time.
But as I drown in darkness it will release the sign.
My soul will leave this mortal coil of flesh and earthly life,
to fly into the mist of night, into the nightside eclipse,
and experience existence on the other side.
As a stone of scorching enthusiasm
I refract the reflecting surface of this unfathomable sea.
Growing circles of grief and pain slides across the land
as an omen of the horror yet to come.
The strength of a thousand fire-breathing demons
breed in my infernal, sinking soul.
And as I reach the surface once again
these powers are under my control.
teach me the tongue of fire
so that I may set the world ablaze
for it is cold
and this blindness can no longer give me shelter
teach me the tongue of fire
so that I may cry out loud my wrath
and my passion
or else my coil will blister and decay
the soul is never silent
but wordless
held imprisoned
in a cursed tomb
wherein reflections never fade
never die
slowly maddened
by the emptiness
left to perish in the ever-dark coil
yet, always alert it its slumber
scorn by the drops of light
piercing through the surface
and it screams
the soul is never silent
but wordless
teach me the tongue of fire
so that I may set the world ablaze
for it is cold
and this blindness can no longer give me shelter
teach me the tongue of fire
so that I may cry out loud my wrath
and my passion
As the Darkness creeps over the Northern mountains of Norway and the silence reach the woods, I awake and rise... Into the night I wander, like many nights before, and like in my dreams, but centuries ago.
Under the Moon, under the trees. Into the Infinity of Darkness, beyond the light of a new day, into the frozen nature chilly, beyond the warmth of the dying Sun. Hear the whispering of the wind, the Shadows calling...
I gaze into the Moon which grants me visions these twelve full Moon nights of the year, and for each night the light of the holy disciples fades away.
Benighted darker and darker as I walk through the woods, into the silent shadows.
As the sky goes from dark to black, ice cold whispers burns my skin. From nowhere to the deepest of my soul they speak unto me... grievance of sadness, like the gift of sorrow. A Moon, a bloodred full Moon lights my black hearts night.
Lightning cracks the sky and thunders roll, through the night a chaos of storms arise.
Purgatory. Burning flames catch my eyes. Into the shadows (so dark) I hear the choirs of evil, a "joy" in blasphemy beyond my darkest fantasies.
when all is dark
there are no points of reference
and we no longer navigate
by the stars
we just end up somewhere
...nowhere...
where lights are dim
and shades of black are grey
time appears like a golden calf
while the moments slip away
a search for the freedom in the future
when the hours fall behind
I can always die
another day
desperately I seize tomorrow
all out of my reach
that is what I learned
this is what I teach
corruption seems to flourish
while promises decay
where lights are dim
and shades of black are grey
where lights are dim
and shades of black are grey
from the moment of arrival
we are led astray
with nothing but a distant cry
from deep within a soul
a wordless voice
to guide us on the way
desperately we name the voice
and make the cries our own
as if to deny the fact
that we are all alone
in solitude we mingle
disillusioned we fall prey
where lights are dim
and shades of black are grey
I can always live
This magic winter night I see a light.
Again I hear that tune, some sort of croon.
Oh no, no, no, oh, my brain.
I see them gypsy waggons left in the snow.
Oh, I must see that lady, I have to know.
Gypsy woman, let me inside.
(Guitar solo)
They say you know the secret, secret of all time.
So gaze into your crystal and tell me all you see.
Gypsy woman, let me know.
"Oh, my son, you were never gone.
You are the Devil's child, and so am I."
(Guitar solo)
Gypsy now I know you're not my mother.
You're a part of my soul, it's dear for all to see.
Oh no, no, no, I am you.
We bet on our lives and we bet on the horses
In that upstairs apartment on Orlando and fourth
And the rent was due and the rent man was knockin'
Like a Chinese proverb we were always searchin'
Nightlife's a no win but nobody noticed
How we killed off the bottles lookin' good on the surface
The dog days barked and the house cat got old
We were Bonnie and Clyde in the Emperor's new clothes
And the tears never came, they just stayed in our eyes
We refused to admit that we wore this disguise
Every inch of us growin' like Pinocchio's nose
As we walked around in the Emperor's new clothes
We flew by our wits and by the seat of our pants
In the state of illusion in the nation of chance
And the repo was hauling the wreck we'd been drivin'
As the dashboard Madonna smiled back at us kindly
We cheated the system never batting an eyelid
Seeing only the good through the holes in our shoes
And our halos were rusty but we wore them proudly
We were two little Gods in the Emperor's new clothes
And the tears never came, they just stayed in our eyes
We refused to admit that we wore this disguise
Every inch of us growin' like Pinocchio's nose
As we walked around in the Emperor's new clothes
And we were Bonnie and Clyde in the Emperor's new clothes
And the tears never came, they just stayed in our eyes
We refused to admit that we wore this disguise
Every inch of us growin' like Pinocchio's nose
As we walked around in the Emperor's new clothes
Emperor's new clothes
[Original recording originally released in 1992 on the demo album "Wrath of the Tyrant".]
[This recording orginally released in 1994 on the EP "As the Shadows Rise".]
[Lyrics by Mortiis.]
[Music by Ihsahn and Samoth.]
[3: 41]
The Ancient Queen.
Deadly hate, deadly love.
Dark under the shadow.
Death has been resisted.
The Ancient Queen,
ruler of the domain.
Keeper of the fury,
the Queen dwells in shadow.
Dark rivers run though me.
Darkness follows everwhere.
Kingdoms falling again and again.
Crawl to thee over again.
The Ancient Queen, the darkest woman.
Stepping through her shadow.
She who sees the soul.
Black is her blood.
Keeper of the fury.
Stepping through her shadow.
Do you see her soul?
Black is her blood.
Keeper of the fury.
Dark under the shadow.
Thy destiny lies with her.
The Ancient Queen,
ruler of the domain.
Keeper of the fury.
When night comes creeping in,
dark restless shades arise.
Graveless souls are gathering.
Seem to ignite the flame.
Creeping shadows roam the night,
as a merciless rain is closing upon.
Demons coming to sever the Sun.
Fearsome beasts come to life.
Darkness reigns in the Cosmos.
Forces of the Devil's lair.
Innocent or brave,
they appear to rape your world.
Children of the evil and demonic
curse his love again.
Graveless souls awake,
seem to ignite the flame.
When night comes creeping in,
dark restless shades arise.
Prepare to crawl and run.
[Originally released by Darkthrone in 1990 on the album "Soulside Journey".]
[4:14]
Into the abyss I fall
and Dark is the reich of the dead.
A portal to reach to the side
where bodies fall from the sky.
Solitude and Peace of Mind.
Entombed in Cromlech.
Yes, flee over the River Styx
and join the dead with joy.
An ocean of Blasphemy, Heathenish realm
and "Do What Thou Wilt" as decoy.
My Prophecy is true...
We'll all make it through.
Orgy of silence, conspiracy of peace.
Only the sound of the cold northern breeze.
Twinsun sink fading behind the black lake.
Asleep is the mountains, yet the night is awake.
Strange is the night. Now black stars rise.
And many Moons circle through silent the night.
(Guitar solo)
Along the black mountainside, scattered
by the campfires awaiting the dawn.
Two times a hundred men in battles.
Tried by the steel in the arrow, axe and the sword.
By battle worn, hunger torn, awaiting
for the Sun to break through the cold haze
and for the banners of Ebal to appear
on the hill in the Sun's first warm rays.
The elder among the men looked deep into
the fire and spoke loud with pride.
Tomorrow is a fine day to die.
(Guitar solo)
Now the morning advance from far East.
Now the Sun breaks through dustclouds and haze.
Now a forest of spears appears on the hill
and steel shines bright in the Sun's first rays.
(Guitar solo)
Die.
Die.
... and after years in dark tunnels
he came to silence
there was nothing...
he realised that the cheering cries of worship
were but echoes of his harsh outspoken word
reflecting back at him from cold and naked walls
in hollow circles fled illusions of wisdom he had heard
"From nothing came all I ever knew"
and he beheld the ruins
of an empire torn apart
yet, no grief nor rage did bind him
just silent and bewildered
by the emptiness
he stumbled off his throne
suddenly, the walls around him cracked wide open
and an endless void appeared in flickering, grey light
"What force, but silence, has deprived me of my coil?
No trail to guide me. No point of reference in sight."
"By nothing, resurrection will be pure."
and he beheld the ruins
of an empire torn apart
wiping dust off his shoulders
just silent now
in this emptiness
leaving all behind
step by step
past all past
slowly he approached the surface
nothing left
to sacrifice
[Originally released by Mayhem in 1994 on the album "De Mysteriis Dom Sathanas".]
[5:12]
Every time this year
this dark fog will appear
up from the tombs it comes
to take one more life that can be near
In the middle of Transylvania
All natural life has for a long time ago gone,
it is thin and so beautiful
but also so dark and mysterious
Once again the priest is messing
may the God bless us all
The fog is here again
that will complete this funeral
From a place empty of life
Only dead trees are growing here
as it comes from a far
Only dead trees are growing here
[Originally released in 1992 on the demo album "Wrath of the Tyrant".]
[Lyrics by Mortiis.]
[Music by Ihsahn and Samoth.]
[2: 08]
Earthquakes are breaking the silence,
a vision of hate.
A wicked, foul spell of evil.
Dark winds command the throne.
Cleansed by the evil hand,
a crusade of the burning land.
A servant in the shape of a snake
blackens the bodies red.
Then it appears, the storming wind,
a challenging scar burns through the light.
A cloud of darkness prepared for me
to complete the circle of death.
The serpent gains mastery of the wind
through the storms and through the streaming snow.
Sorrow blackens the Earth when the Moon fades.
Dark winds command the throne.
Earthquakes are breaking the silence,
a vision of hate.
A wicked, foul spell of evil.
Dark winds command the throne.
Cleansed by the evil hand,
a crusade of the burning land.
in the wordless chamber
they feared death
desperately
thus they clustered to the fruits of the earth
craving dispersion
as if to avoid knowing why
in the wordless chamber
they feared life
desperately
thus they proclaimed any given truth
and swallowed
as if to justify their fear
he knew that there had been hordes of seers
before him
who set out to cure
though, the sick wished not to part with
their decease
as if it made them feel
alive
in the wordless chamber
he accepted desperation
and the unpredictable manifestations
In moments of reflection It all unfolds to me I walk down through my mind And feel a bittercold fear What mankind did with pretence Of religion and belief
[REFRAIN:] Away is the sun Endless the night Mankind's massacra Intelligence is dead
There have been satanic rites In blood, inverted crosses Expulsion of all mortals The "good" side isn't better Holy inquisitors on arbitrary command Through all blasphemic centuries
[REFRAIN]
[REFRAIN]
Destruction and hate Sewage of faith Ignorant souls The decline goes on Man will never learn That religion's created by man
[Original recording originally released in 1992 on the demo album "Wrath of the Tyrant".]
[This recording orginally released on a Nordic Metal compilation CD.]
[Lyrics by Mortiis.]
[Music by Ihsahn and Samoth.]
[5: 11]
Our time is upon us.
Master! Appear!
Over the nocturnal sky
from the mountains of black we ride.
Fly!
All thy servants fly
though the serpent's darkened sky.
Hears the opponent cry,
ravaged by his terror.
Master! We ride with the storm
in his name, the sire, wolves' king.
Enter the power coursing
through veins of the night.
Who gathers winds, summons thunder,
summons rain, summons might?
Power ripples through me.
Armageddon's thunder will bring others to my side.
The throne is mine.
A blackened storm of evil.
Evil.
Evil.
Evil.
Master! We ride with the storm to take
revenge in the sky upon the one
"I hereby commit my body to the ground
sterilised and wrapped in plastic foil
being an object of this space and time
this body should remain concealed
for it holds every disease
ever exposed
it holds all pain and death
I could ever unleash
beneath deceiving, fragile skin
breathes the ever growing hate within
since the first glimpse of my existence
I have fed this greedy infection
an aimless search for potential persistence
found no escape from the fatal injection of life
for it holds every disease
ever exposed
it holds all pain and death
it could ever unleash
beneath deceiving, fragile skin
breathes the ever growing hate within
I am the father
I am the son
my refugee soul has escaped
this body depraved
of final wishes I ask none
but one
now that I am gone
(This recording originally released by Emperor in 1999 on the split album "Thorns versus Emperor".)
(5: 58)
By the Moon's haze and Northern Moonlight.
Upon the Earth he rode.
He seeks that which never was
and never (is) to become.
The Moon rose, it was crimson in color,
as if the night saw the coming fall
that once crushed your domain.
It ever comes again.
And again. (6x)
The moon shone with a fuller red.
As a cross he was drawn to the Earth.
What once has been shall be no more.
Death, he craves his next.
It is decreed.
Oh, Lord, hide me from the secret council of the wicked
and from these wretched words of iniquity.
For my enemies be against me,
and they have laid waste my soul in council together.
Defend me from he that rises up against me.
Save me from he that bears horns...
cloven hooves.
For he lies in wait for my soul
and desires to take it down a fiery pit.
The wraith descends to a world
to feed upon Man's soul.
See you perished, fall.
So by the stone, decrees of faith.
Their kingdom lost.
The Moon rose, it was crimson in color.
Tolled one bell.
What once crushed your domain,
it ever comes again.
The wolves bark with wind in summertime.
As the moon passes the shadows. It was a grim tale.
The wolves pry the limbs from the conquered ones.
Carnage consumes the emptiness.
Wait till my spirits come forth.
Violate all his chosen ones.
Drink the fires of death.
Carrying the deaths of his fallen warriors
deep inside of him, in his eyes.
Walk upon this Earth tonight,
carrying the staff of cold souls.
Appear the sign of evil will.
They appear, Death and Destruction,
to a time (when) the angel cries.
Open your eyes again now, he is here.
He is the master of fear.
He is the wind, He is the storm.
He is the woods, He is the roots.
Nobody will escape the wrath of the Tyrant.
Once our lord has come again,
all black hearts will celebrate
the darksome fiend
in the kingdom of sorrow.
Nocturnal fiends,
the beings of the night and shadows
calling forth the pure spirit
of the night.
Our reign may come secretly.
Your Lord's castle is gone.
His glory is no more,
and nothing can stop the purifying.
They remember how you conjured
all those years of sorrow.
Blasting winds of darkness conquer.
Dark lords and their minions coming through.
Hate and sin to remain.
Empty hearts fearing thy name.
Darkness hammers through on the priests.
Darkness hammers forward on the cross.
Servants of God, we will desecrate your coward race
with darkness.
Darkness hammers through on the priests.
Darkness hammers forward on the cross.
Servants of God, we will desecrate your coward race
with darkness.
Once our lord has come again,
all black hearts will celebrate
the darksome fiend
in the kingdom of sorrow.
When he returns his spirits must choose purity.
When he conquers kingdoms of death
our dead shall all reign again.
Our reign may come secretly.
Your Lord's castle is gone.
His glory is no more,
and nothing can stop the purifying.
They remember how you conjured
all those years of sorrow.
Awakened from the shadows to create.
Riding with me and with all his chosen.
Our lord to be has come again.
Riding from the past.
... he looked upon the world
and saw that it was still depraved
as him
though not like him
for him, as all
but closed
like them
not him
unaware
he was
already caught within
their cycle
with them
outside
depraved
instinctive
rebellion
possessed
by bestial despair
he fought
this law
and broke
the spell
"So, this is why I built my empire
fled from the truths unto which they conspire"
in spirit born a stranger
a counterpart in mind
the seeker raised to bury
a freak among the blind
encountered with mysteries
on his mission to reverse their ways
he sought a life among the dead
with refuge in an endless maze
...before the silence...
"This can not be the purpose of my presence.
and again he came to cherish
the comfort of mysteries
inspiring and far away
timeless in the moment
they painted immortality
forever drawn towards the centre
of this ensorcelling flame
yet, still in fear of the sacrifice
it would take to know its name
"Do not despair", said the mystery
"You will always have a friend in me
until the day you break my code
then I will be gone and you are free...
...to manifest another"
towards the heavens he did aspire
now he shall burn who sought the fire
some will mourn the ashes cold
while others behold the inferno unfold
forever drawn towards the centre
of this ensorcelling flame
yet, still in fear of the sacrifice
it would take to know its name
now he shall burn who sought the fire
... and as if awaken from eternal sleep
he sought a mentor
for he no longer knew his position
"It is time after miracles
and I am its prophet
I have not come to cure
but to bear witness decease"
"It is the place where blood and soil
lie beyond the boundaries of the sun
and I am its prophet
I cast the shadow
I absorb the light"
"I am the prophet
I bear witness
I absorb
I cry"
"As I die
I shall burst wide open
As I die
I shall release the apocalypse
my prophecy
Thus, I hold on to faith
Thus, I keep the hope
That it will prosper
and devour"
"It is time after miracles
and I am its prophet
I have not come to cure
but to bear witness decease"
Close your eyes
And gaze into this realm
That I reveal
See where eternities are born
Close your eyes
Behold the powers of the broken seal
See the liars bound in thorns
Fear
And you shall fall
Weakness suffocates your will
Dare
Yet never fail
Wisdom guides the one
The strong who can defy
Death
So I speak
Though, am I heard?
Wasting visions on a world of blinded fools
Still I scorn
The vacant contradiction of life
If only to bewilder
The final truth shall speak my name
Thus spake the nightspirit
Nightspirit
Spirit
he is an empty shell
- shell-shocked luciferian soul
he is an empty shell
- drained and sealed
he is an empty shell
- penetrating cold
he is an empty shell
- empty luciferian soul
how furiously and bombastic
he proclaimed his destruction
of a mortal coil
in the end it seemed
this was his only possession
long past were his "glorious" days
of filth and lies
and he has reached out to stop time
at its end
he is an empty shell
- shell-shocked luciferian heart
he is an empty shell
- drained and sealed
he is an empty shell
- penetrating cold
he is an empty shell
- empty luciferian soul
the constant struggle for a moment of quiet indulgence
eventually stirred and quaked the earth so hard
it swallowed him in a dark and heavy cloud
slowly and gently starving him into insanity
an inferno of ice
with an ever burning
bleeding
O' mighty Lord of the Night. Master of beasts. Bringer of awe and derision.
Thou whose spirit lieth upon every act of oppression, hatred and strife.
Thou whose presence dwelleth in every shadow.
Thou who strengthen the power of every quietus.
Thou who sway every plague and storm.
Harkee.
Thou art the Emperor of Darkness.
Thou art the Emperor of Darkness.
Thou art the king of howling wolves.
Thou art the king of howling wolves.
Thou hath the power to force any light in wane.
Sans mercy. Sans compassion
nor will to answer whosoever asketh the why.
Thy path is capricious but yet so wide.
With no such thing as an impediment to strong.
Every time thou consecrate me to another secret of Thine,
I take another step towards Thy Pantheon.
O' mighty Lord of the Night. Master of beasts. Bringer of awe and derision.
Thou whose spirit lieth upon every act of oppression, hatred and strife.
Thou whose presence dwelleth in every shadow.
Thou who strengthen the power of every quietus.
Thou who sway every plague and storm.
Harkee.
Thou art the Emperor of Darkness.
Thou art the Emperor of Darkness.
Thou art the king of howling wolves.
Thou art the king of howling wolves.
Thou hath the power to force any light in wane.
Sans mercy. Sans compassion
nor will to answer whosoever asketh the why.
Forever wilt I bleed for Thee.
Forever wilt I praise Thy dreaded name.
Forever wilt I serve Thee.
Thou shalt shalt forever prevail.
Inno a Satana. Inno a Satana.
Inno a Satana. Inno a Satana.
Drawn towards these lands again
Seeking death and sacred soil
I ride the longing winds of my blackened soul
Growing stronger once I enter my empire beyond
Emperium
Behold my coming
The fullmoon rise above me
Enlightening my realm in a silvery glow
Yet the shadows crawl beneath my storming sky
Guarding treasures from forbidden light
I still remember, though ages ago it seems
The first time I entered the gates
The revelation of ritual death
By which I became devine
Sacrifice of the life I had among the flesh of light
And now I enter again
Even stronger, yet amazed by what I see
In ecstsy I mock the world
Suddenly I memorize
Asking what I left behind
Nothing
Can I ever comprehend?
Will my longing ever end?
Never
Drawn towards these lands again
Seeking death and sacred soil
I ride the longing winds of my blackened soul
