2. Black As Sin, Pale As Death / Autumn Whispers
Forest of evergreen stories,
where the trees hide a dying sky
The cemetaries within our hearts
that grow as they're fed
Welcome to the dying one of mine, soon it'll burst
The humger of my eyes will fill my thirsty blade
Now that I speak of lust hear my voice as a scream of doom
Watch the funerals of all mortals that died by my hand
A voice filled with silence raises
from the black of the rotting trees
Dawn bind hear with your beauty
and let me feel her moisture
The solitary wind that whispers
gently awakes the frosty fields
Fading morning sun enslaves her nakedness into oblivion
Feel my greedy hands,
holding their grasp around your breasts
You are raped by loneliness,
betrayed by the cause of itself
Do not cry my child, for the tears will burn your soul
Your sorrowfilled grave I will close
fill your heart with dust and age
The automn will and for ages follow thy whisper of mine
At the bed of leaves where your life lies upon
The pounding heart of my automn will rejoice to your cries
Now countess pure, goodness and virginity,
hear us forge our lies
Dead leaves falling in your eyes
Witnessing your choking last breath
Together with the tune of your dying cries
'Cause I'm black as sin and pale as death
Oh Yeah!
The distant mountain range
with its wisdom of an age from beyond
Make her obey and yes, let her fill she's filled with me
Rain stare at a coming sleep
and let our lips feel your blood
Weaker are our eyes
or is it just your memory coming to life?
The grass is not blind, so feel its every twitch
you're raped by my evil, betrayed by your fucking God
The grave is filled, Sic transit gloria mundi!
Disperse your weak ones for here I'm coming forth... Ha Ha!
Walk with me automn for you and I are made to hate
Do let the leaves fill your skin
they do want your exitment
5. Via Dolorosa / My Springnight's Sacrifice
Spring colour my world
and its soulless body with this hate for life of death
From the dying snow
I feel the dripping water reborn my breath
The first flight of the butterfly
reminds me about my hate for life
Stronger death is than love
for that your destiny is my knife
Oak, popular, pine and birch,
alder hear my immortality demand
leafy white bearded woods
Hungry I am for his majestic king of the hillsides has
Grown green again
Under this rock, under that cliff
The sparkling frozen burnt
Mandrake rise now 'cause the beheaded sing
The heartbeat of the fungus and the anemony
Will be liquitated
Earthworms chill in the lichen foggy ground and the
Insects breathe, evil sprout
This is the nightfall of the wolf
Howling blasphemes in the
Night just like in the past
I am Megalomania the Diabolic,
a stormruler of the southern borns
And I command generation of legions
in my ultimate magnificence
I do have no tears, I do have no funcken fear
On this battle my princess I will be your berseck
Undress my bride and let us feed upon lust
My precious whore I'm delighted by your pain
Oh beloved, trust you must never do
Your scream is heard but nothing they can do
Lie upon this mossgrown altar
and the dewdrops wet will feel your heat
Be my Bathori, my Nosferatu, my black evil witch
My delighted disciple
In your arms I will love
In your arms I will hate
Daughter, this sacrifice is for you
A black shape of Satan
watches our darkened desires, join him
As a bat on the black sky
the shadow of Evil spreads over this world
Sun won't set you free
Heading for the dark
Detta er upprum vonsku
Pi engar si grona, under himlen si mork
Ute I det skona, vid nyvakinad bjork
Virnattens sista timma, for med sig ditt namn
Pi detta felt av dimma, forenas vi I gronskans famn
Endast mine och stjernor, mitt onda beger vet
Sisom eldens vilda ternor, k+rleken falsk gor dig het
Mitt viroffer du er, blodet frin ditt vita skote
Din sjel slits iser, doden dig har kommit til motes
6. Ophthalamia / The Eternal Walk (Part III)
Lingt, lingt nere I bergets svarta djupa salar
Der de morka skuggorna tysta smyger och vesande talar
Der trollmor slickar sina blodiga h+nder
Der I vattnet han ventar som en tuva med ogon som brender
Du hans krafter ej beger kenner; synd or skam
For nu kryper den gri doden ur sitt gomstelle fram
I vattnet si svart han som ett dott tred flyter
Han fram ur sin hila endast kommer n+r dagen tryter
Var forsiktig du vandrare
for linga knotiga fingrar dig annars tar
I den porlande b+cken han som nattens kung far
Ett litet steg fel och du hos Gri doden hammar
Med d-dens grepp han dig mer en gerna omfammar
O+ndliga skogar I morkret sig sprida
I Ophthalamias Satans natt du skall lida
Dunkla skuggor treden over dig kastar
Bli ej forford av nattens onda gastar
Efter denna natt solen for digej lysa mer
Han skall dra dig I det bottenlosa djupet ner
Natten bloder svart mine dess oga er
Lingt bort I fjerran och her dig alldeles ner
Viskande, vesande, manande han dig befalla
Lengre och lengre ut I natten den kalla
Noglur bitir rifa dig sundur, poka grar pig vil faxma
Augu leita, nefi vixra,
bixdu fyrir lifnu xinu, xig hlifa hann ekki
Gi vidare och lyssna icke till de dodas drenkta grit
Ingen klara sig ur Gri doden grepp si vit
Svarta djevlarde skratta I natten
De leva som han I detta onda doda vatten
Med sitt linga toviga hir han dig kommer att strypa
Infor denna urminnes skepnad in skall komma att krypa
Akta sig noga for denna gri satan, for dig han vill ha
Om onda ogon du I morkret ser,
vend annars dig han skall ta
Tre minar roat hans dystra dodslek nakttar
Han mingen ging verre er,
en dolken som I dit hjerta skar
Om din vandring du vill fortsetta lysna di till mitt ord
Fortsiktig genom skogen dig ta, leta sedan efter din hjord
Fjallin hi ber vix himmin svartur dalur djupir augna yndi
er xax sem fagur er enir gildra er, svo varaxu xig einir
dokkur myrkrix skuggi reisa sig yfir heiminn
7. Nightfall Of Mother Earth / Summer Distress
Lenge jag I sommarhettans dagar sokt men dig ej funnit
Kempat, trelat och I solens blendande sken jag brunnit
VI mi odslat vira liv men VI even en dod var vunnit
Dig, Elishia skall jag finna vart du en har forsvunnit
irstider de alla igenom jag vaktar med
Leende si stort, jag herskar over allt
Moder jord nu domer VI dig doden
Si som VI alla andra kommer att do
Elishia...
Tillsammans skall VI herska
Moder jord...
Skall I vira hender do
Elishia, dotter av de tre minarna
Skall jaga I natten tillsammans med mig
Och ner VI gjort virt kall si senk oss I vir grav
Djupt, djupt I doden ned
Himmel bli och ljuv sommareng
Lit er vaggas I ondskans seng
Svarta slojor, svarta lovverk
Undergingen nalkas si lit oss gi
Det stilla regnet faller I natten
Si er rymden I sin saknad
Svarta tirar, svart tomhet
En sista kyss si smeksam och mjuk
Den eviga vandringen I den utvaldes morkaste tankar
Pi KaaoTaoNuus strender,
der slott som evigt trasiga stir
Du ljuset son si liten,
dig jag isamka denna smerta
kallad sorg...
...En resa I morkret...
Moder jord, Elishia och jag dig skall setta I brand
VI skall sedan fornedra och vildfora oss pi land efter land
Elishia VI skall vandra I detta krigets herjartig hand I hand
VI som Satan tjenar er forenade med de starkaste band
Vacker... Sommaren for andra mi vara
Jag... Endast vill doda och do
VI vandrat den ensamma vegen si mork
Si okeng och farlig for er andra
Ni oss aldrig kommer att forsti
VI dyrkar doden och ondskans makt
De falsa skall falla for vira fotter
Smi menniskor, VI era hersare er
The shadow went longer until darkness became complete
The superior humans so proud came forward
