Det gaar en vei over fjellet inn i de dype skogers savn Garder her led grusom skjebne Ved likbaal sorget mang en ravn Pesten trod den Norske mark fra
From the Abode of Demons; A Wing of the Pentagram, Comes the Juice that Painted My Heart and My Soul Swept in Black they are Swept in Black I am From
Engulfed in Frost I Sailed our Dreams Gloomy inner Landscapes come to life I am the Wolf in the Darkest scene Phantasms Sweep My Role I am Lucifer, I
I must Embrace Visual Hell to Satisfy Us Rape the Whores in Blasphemy I am Him while I Feast upon Your Flesh Glance into My Eyes and see the Darkest Shadows
in the Dark Below Me, the Path to the Cemetary where My Spiritual Brother take me They Halt at the Shadow of an Oak My Nocturnal Funeral Commence Laying
the Whore of Babylon Rides When Pity turns to Hate When all Sons of Satan Sodomise the Lambs of christ When the Gates have all been opened When the Funerals
Voices, they are calling my name. They never stop and it drives me insane. Even in sleep they torment my soul, my inner demons take all control. Slowly
On my command - we started it all. When heaven burned, We torched their holy kingdom, Our eyes on the angels turned. They screamed out in pain, When
, With soldiers carrying leather slings. Running towards their own doom, Now in the eternal fire they forever are consumed. The sun shall turn to darkness
I gave the serpent its beauty, I gave the serpent its charm. I gave the serpent its fatal attraction, And to all that is holy I gave putrefaction. No
I will be Enwrapped in the darkness I wander across the fields Of this haunted land in solitude Enlightened by the moon I am eternal, a life immoral in darkness
the flames. The fire of evil, are reflected in his abysmal eyes. As he calls upon the ancient ones. I call upon thee, keeper of the darkest flame. To
Graze the skin with my finger tips The brush of dead cold flesh pacifies the means Provocative images, delicate features so smooth A pleasant fragrance
This is my realm, here I am king. A kingdom of hatred, where tormented souls sing. Here I am pain - here I am death. Here I'm the hand that will take
Satan. A sigh echoes through the woods. Like a winter storm it spread through the maze. When she's finally embraced by the darkness. That she has finally
from the shadows Mesmerized by the moon I rise from my coffin The moonlight rays awaken my soul From my cold sleep so dark and cold As nightfall closes
When the moonlight rays awakens me, I rise from my grave. In the hunt for fresh blood I fly through the night sky, Carried by the winds and everywhere
cold against my skin, And the warm crimson blood glistening in the dark. I have formed my intensions, The shadows gather, thickening the air. I submit myself to the darkness
