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Satyricon The Shadowthrone (1995) Nemesis Divina (1997) Rebel Extravaganza (1999) Volcano (2003) The Shadowthrone Hvite Krists díd Evig minnes vi de tapre som levde under v†r hordes hammer Evig er krigen mot de av lyset, til de míter dídens ansikt, dídens kulde Vinder av kulde skal komme, for † fryse kristenmanns blod V†rt korstog har begynt og hvert skritt er en stake gjennom hvite krists hjerte Vl brenner guds barn p† b†let Vl brenner guds hus Tidens mírke skal dekke for solen Perleporten skal knuses Og hver torne i hans skalle, hver spiker i hans kropp gir liv til nye Sjeler fídt under dídens mektige trone Vi g†r v†rt dídningtog til dídens land med de endelíse vidder N†r korsfarerne dingler og hvite krists †nd er díd N†r m†nen skinner blek og ensom, skal lyden av en dídsmarsj bestige nordens mekrige fjell Borte var de av guds jord, bak en mírk sky m†nen s† r† og kald Sungen er siste tone av en gravsang In The Mist By The Hills 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 and the light Is becoming weaker I can watch the death of the sun from my Enormous view Still sometimes I thought my own eyes were deceiving me Many a misty morning's battle. Further on more experience Soon it's time to hear the sound of the horn in far distance The deathtone call for war In the mist by the hills the day darkens In this forest death rules Over this chasm riders of doom and face him with a deadly pale Spectre face Grim as stone, ride to the deathfields... Blackness and doom A total eclipse of the sun Die by the northern triology in the mist by the hills Woods To Eternity In grey depressive autumn times I wander the woods to eternity searching for him trying to remember while the same shy still rules the night We knew then. That these were the children of god The ones who betrayed me and my desire This must be the desolate land. this is the kingdom of the shadowthrone centuries have gone beyond time, and we in the land beyond the forest, we burnt them in the purgatory, them the children of god. Barerly forgotten these times are, but not for a soul whose rest hasn't been found. Vikingland Langt inn i mellom híye fjell og dype daler Gjennom norske skoger og mírke huter Bak her en drím for over tasen aar siden Til hordaland kom pesta og bragte díd og pine Thekseskogen ble plantet rítter for et rike som skulle komme Hedningenes land vikingland Svarte sjelers land vikingland Mens telemarks fosser og bekker enda renner i strie strímmer som Evigheten selo En ny tid kom hoor turdenbrakene dundret og jorden skalo Som naar trollene kriger om hoem som skal herske ijotanheimen En ny tid kont... Hvor vinteren blaaser og pisker Det er ikke ly aa finne for den ensomme Pandere som maatte síke fred i nordland Her oppe paa fjeller ved inidnattsilden kan man endu se De komme som ville dyr ut av skogsmírket Over trollberg... Dominions Of Satyricon From beyond come the storms 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 Wonder how stormclouds rage And all you can feel is the cold winds of Funeral times, timeless they are He saw lived and died In these dreams of demons Wondering how he could open the gate to Dark medieval times and bring forth to the domains of satyricon, two great spears and a flag of dominion And hate Above it all creations fall Living for the quest and the search Dying for the key, living for the domains Arise northern spirit and come forth under The might of the castle satyricon The King Of The Shadowthrone He 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 immortality The king of the shadowthrone And even the conquerer (of death) Fell as a stone from the mountain And time led to destruction Once he left, he knew then in the past That the seeds should be worthless Spirit rise from your rest and return for them I am spirit I am stone And I am immortal Nemesis Divina The Dawn Of A New Age "And I looked, and behold a pale horse: And his name that sat on him was Death and Hell followed with him. And power was given unto them over the fourth part of the earth, to kill with sword, and with hunger, and with death, and with the beasts of the earth". And then again "I saw and beheld, a black horse; And he that sat on him had a scythe; And a crown was given unto him and he went forth conquering, and to conquer. And there was a great earthquake, and the sun became black as sackcloth of hair, and the moon became as blood. And the stars of heaven fell unto the earth, even as a fig tree casteth her untimely figs, when she is shaken of a mighty wind. And the heaven departed as a scroll when it is rolled together, and every mountain and island were moved out of their places." Almighty mountains and rocks, I beg you fall on them. For the great day of wrath is coming, and who shall be able to stand? Forhekset Forhekset av tidenes vind, Besatt av Nattens kolde gufs Under ravnsvart himmel de bedriver Blodskam og hor Med skingrende stemmer de p†kaller Dypets makter I en sirkel bundet av Grimme visjoner B†ret av dyrets Glans, Omfavnet av dídens vinger Av det dypeste hat i det sorteste av det morke I en eng av torner...N† i fullm†nens besettende lys De nagler englene til jorden med sjel og kropp Kaos hersker over de hvite domener Profetier blir oppfylt Jorden st†r i et hav av flammer Mother North 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 benighted still they are blind Pigeonhearted beings of flesh and blood keeps closing their eyes for the dangers that threat...ourselves and our nature And that is why they all enrage me Sometimes in the dead of the night i mesmerize my soul Sights and visions prophecies and horror they all come in one Mother north - united we stand (together we walk) Phantom north - I'll be there when you hunt them down Du Som Hater Gud Du som hater gud og kristent liv Fíler hans n‘rv‘r som en bitter kreft Her m† det skjendes og skjendes kvasst Himmerikets enger dynket i blod Hater av gud Og lyspesten Se inn i guds lamme íyne S† soytter de i hans †syn Sl† i hjel hans ynkelige lam Med klibbe Gud med diff og dine Har du lagt mitt norgesrike i ruiner Fordumstiders staute skikk og bruk Kvestet du med dine stygge ord N† skal du bort fra v†r mark Immortality Passion 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 passion of despair Still though I was there when the hills were born And when the wind blew for the first time So there are reasons for my existence Seems like I dwell in a circle Somewhere in the Nordic Hemisphere Where the howling winds rage And the mountains are majestic I can breathe and where there is Human flesh I feel strangled Open the gate to immortality I stand proud awaiting the glory Of a new morning...darkness Nemesis Divina Eder har gjort vaart rike raattent eder har gjort vaart gull rustent og Hammene fra de veldige sletter er alt vi har aa minnes fra verdig manns lid Eder har bragt kvalmende lys i dragens hule eder har malf kors paa hammer og vi har siktet pilen paa menneskesínnens usle trone Nemesis divina splinten i íyet paa jehova Nemesis divina kniven i hjertet paa guds sínn Eder har bragt elsk til fiende Eder har gjort ravn til due Men def olme íyet er vendf mot eder og hevnens klokke ringer Eder er vitnesbyrd om brente broer og glemte sanger Eder er barmhjertighetens fedre og milleniumspestens budbringere Dog skal en dag naa komme da eder barn i tre skal henge Nemesis divina splinten i íyet paa jehova Nemesis divina kniven i hjertet paa guds sínn For stridsmenn har naa hevet íksen og bespottelsens tegn er reist Nemesis divina - for straffen maa komme Rebel Extravaganza Tied In Bronze Chains Sinful woman with me cause I'm the wolf on your shoulder but complain not to me, cause I'm the accuser If you dare to withhold the immense power and the greed you shall walk among us the subterranean fields Why don't you come with me and dance the snakepit dance rhythmic moves to the eerie bell, the boiling blood evils breath on your neck, the morbid rite I'm tied in bronze chains (so) where do all the flowers come from (in October 1997) I am tired, should I care anymore? The rusty claws who reach for me are too far away sense no anger for that, be at one The sleaze on the Wall is all gone (anyway) it's just flowers, flowers Come, come let's join the orgy decay and wine, sodomy all the way no rest for the holly forbidden fruit is always best drift'n filth tastes so good I see the cross of Peter overwhelming their coward countenance Oh you're so damned clean, now take my dirty whore, hellfire is inside her contaminate the clean, woman. Let him feel you're woman It's the only way to release the chains My candle is burning at both ends, I just want to be released before I go It's a harsh voyage, to the land of sin I had to make sure to bring'em down with me I am the lost of my kind I'm tied in bronze chains Filthgrinder Fitlhgrinder, no-love machine, cleaner unknown to remorse and pity cynical, electrical fucking murderer What a scenery, the heavy pulsebeat of the Unholy Alliance and the white fear Take a look around and understand, (that) your days are numbered the demon on the Wall and the ticking clock closing in (on that final) grasp for air, do you still believe? The future beast is rising and tyranny has come for 777 years reach out for mercy, it's just a bygone anyway Filthgrinder - practice aggression Filthgrinder - protect the wealth of the Elite Filthgrinder - tremble upon the ugly Trueborn creature, twist that Firm grasp of yours like in days of old He can feel it, he knows they can't to be in league with the underworld can't be mistaken you don't believe, you know! He chants a primitive gospel, so very hard Yeah! The mechanisms of destructive behaviour can be an artform in itself The beast risen represents no so called dark mercy evil knows no good, good knows no evil but a saviour he is in all forms, but religious a Grand engine carrying years of built up Hatred and Powers. You know that, isn't that why I can smell your fear? Your heart trying to rip its way through your chest Fitlhgrinder a beastified being risen form the collective hatred of an oppressed people. A people representing Pride, Dignity and Honour! Havoc Vulture 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 are sore (and) to save you from the everything you care for Are you bitter when you see how pale you are? Do you feel hate without direction? A kind of seed inside you that never blossoms It is at the gallows end one forgets that everything has to have a greater meaning An unrecognisable call drags you towards the unspoken word to suffer Martyrdom for the others The Saviour cut off your wings, somehow just to remind you that He exists Those who wait for His salt with open wounds have a way to go the shadows of your must rest (first) Though I ask, why do you dig your own grave when others do it for you? The force behind the hit can not be mistaken 'cause He's the saviour with magnanimity and ...a light in the dark Maybe it is intimidating more than lighting the way where is the road going? To a place where you can wash the blood of your hands? Where did the knowing go?... With a saviour to transcendental kingdoms or to the valley of the forgotten? behind the vault of the sky's mystery lies a dream damned or saved, how could we ever know? Prime Evil Renaissance He would kill the whitedraped men He would kill all holly 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 off the cliff He would crush all organs of speech to start the process of renewal He would avenge the dead He would crave divine protection He would sing the songs of darkness to call upon it to manifest He would "mirror" himself in the tundra frost He would rape its virtue He would disable its ways of hurting him to give him that advantage This would be the way of the misanthrope in order to create you must destroy We would greet the nuclear morning mist We would smile at all life dying We would cherish each and every moment and celebrate the return of Sin We would bow to the planet's Iconoclast we would march under the flag of Dominion and Hate we would burn all conspirators and their works with'em We would reveal the only truth we would make them really sorry we would show them Sovereignty in true fashion and then be a reflection of their loss We would soak up the last joys of our lives we would Hail that grotesque destiny we would walk on the last glory and hope for blessing to come Supersonic Journey A rotating silvercolored plateau, drops that dance down the columns Blue, cold and the raging starwind glowing colors at fearful speed indistnct pictures of prophets and visionaries in a galactic fog in outer space on an axis In another reality on a supersonic journey inevitably he can see it, the lights are going out and he knows if he just could make us understand In the emptiness there is nothing that can draw the picture you want just a stillborn child on hands that fumble Raging, raging at incomprehensible pace the colors blinding, the plateau falls in outer hell The disclose that we had to die... We pit the hand that fed us in outer space on an axis In another reality on a supersonic journey Is this what is yet to come, or a madman's reflection of the soul? As when his heart cried out in pain when he perceived what burdens we were to bear A Moment Of Clarity Without beginning, without the end (our lifeblood) the road for the spiritual outlaws is never ending and so is the hunt for all those answers the devil may hold your truth, what a fucking relief it would be (to know) bluecold and the grim truth stands before you (all you ever wanted?) Descend and fly away to another day, another night sleep forever or serve to justify The brand that you wear speak of what you are made of It leaves you like an open book for everyone to read Is this it, is this what you wanted? The eye of the rest on your back To be a part of the masterplan is the only way to spiritual hell drink to that and never forget where you came from cause there's no such thing as a one way ticket to hell what a fucking relief that is Descend and fly away to another day, another night sleep forever or serve to justify The Scorn Torrent Break down all conventional forms and create chaos to reinvent order Rebel against all circles and dead ends fight your way with your mind set on the masses execute with mechanical aggression arrogance and extravagance march on unapproachable shut out the outside pressure or are you too weak? when shall they see the real darkness? In a world where our justice is replaced by mercy ...mercy for the inferior The serpent's maelstrom is already here just waiting to be unchained so feed the fire with the vile and let sincerity rule why can't you see that the armoured hostile aura is meant to keep you away in all your primal simplicity (it seems like) fright procreates the downfall of the mind such a sin isn't it... the stagnation of it all You must collect your instruments of battle and protect, to emancipate that which lives within you Rebel against the chains Break down the embodiment of your pain Attack with robot precision Rise and Shine under Wings of Divinity Now pick me up night and whirlwind and let me ride with you to peace of mind and nothing to Rebel Volcano With Rawenous Hunger Who made deceit into the ultimate award? Who told you, you're not poisoned? I see the snake coiling inside you I see the venom in your eyes You can't stab me, or even touch me You can't betray me, it's just an illusion I built the pain inside you I spawned the snake It will gradually tear you apart It will eat you from inside No longer sweet revenge No longer emotional triumph Pity you, led to believe (in own willpower) Pity you, (resting) on withered laurels Can't you see, the world's on fire... Can't you feel, you're getting burnt! There's a day coming, for me to rip and to rape There's a winter coming, for you to be swallowed Swallowed by emotional cold Swallowed by a power much greater than yourself Who made deceit into the ultimate award? Who told you, you're not poisoned? I see the snake coiling inside you I see the venom in your eyes You can't stab me, or even touch me You can't betray me, it's just an illusion I built the pain inside you I spawned the snake Angstridden Born into a field of flowers, to slowly wilt away Sheltered by wings, delicately smothered by blindness Released among the wolves, thus molded by resistance Ridden by the clawed hoofs of tyrants The fruit of other worlds, but grown by loneliness Concealing a black soul, and but sensing the beyond Uniquely grown from within Shimmered by a darker night, but left to solitude How can one disclose a darker night, if one but rests? Or evidence the suffering, by wordly gauge? Or comprehend the long-drawn agony When pain and evil never trod one down Like a warring sun, from a better kingdom Beautiful, free, of different steel! Dearly prized, and equally broken He should have gone free of you! An emotional tumour, gnaws from inside Of heartless, spineless treason The darkest night now weaves its loom Soon to release its spawn Fuel For Hatred Scornful, relentless memory Ripped of all but drive Undressed by betrayal Zero tolerance for the souldead Wish I was the violence, inflicted upon you Fuel for Hatred, air raid siren to mankind Little you, still like a claw in my eye Pulsating organic rage I should have let you off of the hook Mind drifts into dynamic pain Universal onslaught I'm on my own (One soul, one hate) Fuel for Hatred, air raid siren to mankind Damnation, holocaust Devil horns for you to ride Time for the angel to spread his wings and fly World opponent, wishmaster of gruesome pain Stormtroops' frantic fury, demoniac spitfire! Abortion of religious life, distinguish the rot I hate you to a level of intoxication Don't feel alone, I've got enough I wish you slow death, slow death by grinding Fuel for Hatred, air raid siren to mankind Suffering The Tyrants Crawling down the road of life another hopeless speech Gruesome soul numbness People stare, do they know I am suffering the tyrants Every gesture is a malicious attack a firm fist of misery But it shall not coincide with the Lion's downfall There are no tears No feeling of guilt Nowhere to channel the anger Nowhere to leave the pain How can they feast upon the Lion without knowing? ...He will eventually rise again Hunt him down (when He is at his weakest) Tempt him down (on His knees if you can) Stronger than all (so it's futile) All there is left (right now) is personal pride Enough to return with rays of light Possessed Mourning the decay Bitter ungodly enemy cast into heavy woe Left in the corner of the world (we are possessed) Out of the maze, with clearsight - at the brink of one's abyss Out of the maze, with clearsight - cold eyes at the world Out of the maze, with clearsight - disbelief and scorn Out of the maze, with clearsight - not poisoned by your fraud (we are possessed) The realisation of the position No longer vulnerable Having played the music no one could understand Serenade to the devil's den - He, the final frontier! Defaming judgement upon the starving souls mourning self-made pestilence Cannon fodder for the apocalypse A haunt for every unclean spirit Lord of the flies or kingdom of death Circle the prey, show them your eyes, they bear witness of centuries of might Predecessor who blessed us with grace in sempiternal fight Excessive aggression - Fire is the definite sign of rebirth! The elders' electrons channelled through you carried by thy night Supremacy Born to win this battle, defeat is the tongue of the whore Repined Bastard Nation Do we need another bastard nation... another force-fed disgust Do we need another bastard nation... aiming at us clinically Like an insect-swarm towards the shapeless mouth of a dead whore We need the spirit, the voice, the angel of light arising from melted mass We need the spirit, the voice, the angel of light taking invincible shape to standing ovation Repossessing night and her hand's godly touch The unbearable feeling of hitting that dark wall is a scene that must come to an end Eartly decay in front of our eyes Now, now it's killing for a living No more repined bastard nation A generous gesture to a people so blind No more repined bastard nation fumbling, descending, away from the light It takes a non-poisoned creature to withstand a monster that has grown and spawned, a darkness, I can not tolerate A darkness we must bury Do they feel, do they absorb our pain... the search to justify one truth Do they feel, do they absorb our pain... the greater understanding It takes a non-poisoned creature to defeat and destroy a monster, that has grown and spawned a darkness, a darkness we can not tolerate Mental Wercury Past tense icons locked up in cages A disgrace to us, (and) a vital sight of (impending) doom Upheld by insane aggression No tender repentance, (just) denial of ugliness With the rain come their conquest Behold those who ride black winds Satan, the kings are heading home No harmony on the horizon when our haven burns silently An image of absolute mutiny against those who pertain to the dearest hell Monotonous graveyard plains - The soul exile Quintessence of pain - a higher form of suffering! (Why should man be protected, what has he done to justify it? This is why we embrace animals; they represent the innocence man doesn't have) Monotonous graveyard plains - The soul exile Quintessence of pain - Satan, the kings are heading home Black Lava Grey heavens, no light shed Bleak day, change is ahead Oval mountainside, naked cold Unreleased powers, no fright Slide down sorrow, smell what comes with the breeze Cold chambers, punishment awaits Hollow tone haunts, anticipation's choir sings Turn around, face the depth of inner sanctum Autumn in the air, (the) smell of Black Metal 90-95 World moves, in mysterious ways Body onwards, mind drifts You die, then we hail (to our relief) New age dawns Face all wrath Sickness; won't understand, Burning first Grace falls Volcano shaking Fates are being sealed Heavens blunder, no turning back Will you or will you not to heroism walk Black Lava, drifting down the mountainside Black Lava, you can't fight Pernicious flow, redemptive perpetuity Unholy drive, the gods arrogant grin If my world's a joke, do you see them smile? Hellbound me - on a throne of gold Wastelands prey on dying cattle Desert sucks on poor man's thirst Glimpse of glory, walk ahead Slaves of Nazareth, can not be fed Black Lava, drifting down the mountainside Black Lava, you can't fight All lyrics are the property and copyright of their respective owners and provided for educational purposes and personal use only

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