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3. Kings Of The Carnival Creation
"Короли карнавального мироздания"

Воплощение упрощенных чудес
Результат столь печального рода
Разложение столь прекрасной жизни
Стереть и перемотать назад

Have I not
Been too long in your shadows of invention and creation?
As I rightfully behold the flesh
Fear of the conscious mind will have you facing away

My word and world holds ground and is real
Your world is like floods of poisoned water
A language spoken with spit from different tongues

Never Shall The Sun Kiss My Face
And Caress Me With Its Burning Light
For I Dwell In The Shadows
And Sleep Side By Side With Death

In Dark Desire I Embrace The Whore
Giving Her An Escape From An Unworthy Life
For With The Appearance Of A Fallen Angel

IROND CD 01-160

1. Det Nye Riket
2. Under Korpens Vinger
3. Over Bleknede Blåner Til Dommedag
4. Stien
5. Glittertind
6. For All Tid

Through moors and mists of deception
The uninitiated are conjoined
Illusive bliss feeds obsession
A feeble orientation is provoked

Inflammatory bonds will be broken
Being the shepherd no more
Yearning for that ever glowing token

Illness and plagues, torture and blight
Is what she brings
Mocking holy standards, deceiving feeble fools
Is what she loves
Granted with powers, gifted with magic
Watching the world through raven's eyes

Damned woman mischievous whore

As cyclones detach from the world above
And all the other worlds beneath them flow
Timewinds caressing the dust of cold memories
Sought, to strive in twilight mist and penal fire

[chorus:]
As daylight suffers, night time recollects
For what wind hath drawn near, so near:

Cuddled through a cold womb he was
Pitch black and without sunshine rays
Hell patiently awaiting him on blood spilled soil
A noble grief stirred heart, always ready to die

In sinister systematisation, submission is golden
As an apprentice to violence, slaughter and bloodshed
He was like an object that is being processed

Vren er aktens utfoldelse og tanke
Vten hemning i ukjent ekstase
Ei ett tilbørlig ønske om a avle avkom for Gud
Frivillig nedsmittet og gjennomsyret
I kjødelig sødme
Fengslet av logn og vlydighet

Menneskets skrøpelige atferd

Alt Lys Er Svunnet Hen

Glinsende mеnelys ovenfordriver
Frostlagte stier viser vei
Svarte sjeler farer henover natten
Inn gjennom skodde heim
Alt har svartnet
Alt lys er svunnet hen

Stig opp på min trone bleke lik

Fall på kne ærbødiget foran mine føtter
Ta imot mitt kalde kyss på din panne
Jeg har lagt veien som fører til Helvete klar

Løft deres sverd til kamp, stolte menn
La massakeren begynne i dag

Dead at nothing alive at everything
You travel time and time travels you
As within so without as above so below

When we set sail energy is our procession
The journey inward repeats
The horizon is our destination
Life is the trial and the passage is death

A dismal universal hiss, the sound of public scorn
The brush that sweeps across the spectral fields
This landscape is not without a sense of epic wonder
A vast scale that places this sprawling underworld
Into a realm of frames

With a blood-storm fading into the distance
Floating without directions over this smouldering landscape

A mental inner vortex
As possessions through a wolf's eye
Envisioning the eclipse
No longer to be blinded by a sunrise

In this final benediction
Confronted by mirage of imminent mortality
Time's set to end the suffering

Infected by invalid behaviour
While capturing the stench of divine putrefaction
Confess to slavery for the world saviour
Give praise and inhale the corruption

(chorus:)
The Enfeebled provides the fool
The Disabled provides the tool

Blessings Upon The Throne Of Tyranny lyrics

Infected By Invalid Behaviour
While Capturing The Stench Of Divine Putrefaction
Confess To Slavery For The World Saviour
Give Praise And Inhale The Corruption

(Chorus:)

Man and his faithful ethics
Intoxicated by the fruits of the earth
Diabolical fanatikism, so cold and grim
The perfect perversion, bestiality incarnate

As instruments of torture
And leaving no room for sympathy
We bring forth the monstrous birth

With defiance and resistance
I burn the bridges and their names
Will I ever comprehend
My own spells and games?

Let me keep my world
Let me have my slaves
They all do wonders for me

Welcome To The Abandoned Land
Come On In, Child; Take My Hand
Here There's No Work Or Play
Only One Bill To Pay
There's Just Five Words To Say
As You Go Down, Down, Down

You're Gonna Burn In Hell

Are you born from the abyss
And have you sought the creed
That drape the shadows
Of your own thought?

Is your heart mesmerized
By the fire that burns forevermore
And do the secrets from the flames

Old dreams return
Disillusioned I yearn
Am I buried beneath sand and clay?
The caress of cold soil
With limbs crippled to the coil
Locked inside a nightmare womb

Tarnished and grief stricken

Nomads plunging into the vast abyss
Unattached, fleeting through the chasm
Naked in pure darkness
Embracing the new dawn

We are gods here for the taking
Yield to the dragon's embrace
We are gods

Min sjel den glødet
Og mitt sinn det lengtet
Etter å få fatt i en kristen faen
I det kalde mørket jeg ventet med vinden
Det ulte som besatt av fanden

Jeg ventet
Åh, som jeg ventet

Langt...der borte i morket
Gjennom tretopper der manelys driver
Langt...der borte i all take
Inn gjennom min sjel den sorte angst river

Pa de mosegrodde steiner de seg viser
Nar nattemorket har senket seg over
Ekkoene...fra deres grufulle jamring

Vårt hat skal vinne.
Vår ondskap skal gro.
A feste seg i unge sjeler.

Den siste krig skal vi vinne,
Og de godes blod skal falle som regn.
Deres korte sjeler skal samles.

Never shall the sun kiss my face
And caress me with its burning light
For I dwell in the shadows
And sleep side by side with death

In dark desire I embrace the whore
Giving her an escape from an unworthy life
For with the appearance of a fallen angel

Thousand different paths
So many sterile ends
I chose the Devil's path

Never shall the sun kiss my face
And caress me with it's burning light
For I dwell in the shadows
And sleep side by side with death

Forces of the northern light - Assemble
Forces of the northern night - Call to arms
Summoned by the secrets of sacrifice

Meeting destiny on the road we took to avoid it
As we only compete with ourselves
Left is that of a confident union

Soul(s) on departure six six six
Onward into another existence
A trip far beyond all pleasant dreams
A voyage through desolation sights

Inner transformation
Subconscious light
In the glance fields of fires

As mortal manufactured waste
And part of the commonly infected (infected)
You prevent the ones worthy the gift of life
To surface on once a prosperous soil

As superficially bewildered whores
And succumbing to fictional truth
You are taught to preserve and profit

Hver en tere er frosset, ver sjel er lenket, vert hat er blodig.
All glede er svunnet, all latter er forsvunnet, alt liv skal ende I dod.
I et kalt og ode landskap, skal den sorte horde tre frem,
Ver herre skal stige opp for all tid, reise sitt rike igjen.
Ver kamp skal belonnes, vere navn skal prises,
Vere sinn skal dra den grene, og hans kjorlighet skal evig ge tapt.
All moral skal forkastes, do vil men do dor av skam.
Ne er tiden kommet, ja knus de godes ord,

Врата

Жестокие начала свободы,
Единственная идея, достойная повиновения,
Эта дверь поспособствует развитию грехов,
Открывая новый путь.

Возрождение - это год завершения,

In the shadows of my gallow
I'd rather absent the hallow

For thy presence made pleasure of pain
And thy madness turned sanity into vain
Profoundly wicked owner of souls
The mysteries of thy creation beheld by ghouls

Hengitt er vi
Til Mørkets keiser
Den allmektiges kraft
(Som) Fører vårt sinn
I kamp
Mot godhet og løgn

Dog fiendens hær er fattig

HEAVENLY PERVERSE

Devoted to your own opiate
In escapades from discontentment
Are you shutting off from the outside world
To reflect on your mind shallow gutter?

For this is your empire, this is your intrigue

Endelost du kriget pa steppene
Nadelost du herjet i fjellene
Du tok dine seire med storm
Knuste fienden ved din hand

Oh, Attila!
Gjor meg til din tjener
Oh, Attila

Endeløst du kriget på steppene
Nadeløst du herjet i fjellene
Du tok dine seire med storm
Knuste fienden ved din hand

Åh, Attila!
Gjør meg til din tjener
Åh, Attila

The apparition of two faces in disgust
Invisible but yet so clear
Reflections seen by a fugitive
Trying to escape the looking glass
Blood runs from open wounds of false flesh
The one in front of the mirror exceeds the image
Eager to leave further but chained still

By the light of the moon
And the beings of the night
A curse has been laid upon us
To seek and tear celestial gloss to pieces

By the power of death
And the shadow of the reaper
A call has been brought upon us

Oh, look at those lifeless leaves
All their precious pride is taken away
A lost creation for a graven image
Trembling of nothing but their own fear

[chorus:]
On behalf of water made to wine
Elements of deception must entwine

Mired in illusion
Lost in the masters game
Silenced by the idea of time
Nurtured with lies and deceit

The silent seeker, the seer
Travels beyond the veil
The silent seeker, the seer

Incarnated marvels simplified
Effects from such a disconsolate kind
Impotence of the once so perfect living
Erase and rewind

Stand rigid for the next battle
Peace means reloading your guns
The love for life is all hatred in disguise

The commotion breeding the perverse
For bloodbath is on your doorstep
A mass impending threat
The perfection of religion
Becoming our death

Do not respond blindly
To growing gardens in decay

Lepers Among Us

Annihilate!
The commotion breeding the perverse
For bloodbath is on your doorstep
A mass impending threat
The perfection of religion
Becoming our death

Discover with courage
While facing the beyond
Uncompromisingly
Everything connects
As you detach

Truth foretold
Truth discovered

In massing darkness we stand united
Raging above inferior sheeps
A convoy of souls swept into the night
Hearts strengthened with black fire passion
In us is fulfilled the prophecy of satan
Evolution of the inner shrine
In us is mantained the revelation of satan
Innocence brought to an end

Повелитель дисгармонии

Повелитель дисгармонии приветствуй мою испорченную душу.
Забери меня от орды живущих
в благословенную темноту.
Повелитель беспорядка возьми мою нечистую плоть.
Веди меня дорогой искушения
спаси меня от трусости.

It is 1999
The human race has to face it
They are confronted with the truth
It's secret--mysterious

A surgeon said it in the news
The human race is dying
But the result is no disease

The witch born queen, leader of demonic whores
Profane mistress, captor of sin
Sworn to feed the ill and the weak
And bring their women and men into temptation

Eliza, the whore of the night
Attends the sabbath, the theater of lust
The hunter is in the ring, caressing folds of flesh

Daylight has finally reached it's end
As evenfall strikes into the sky
Far away in the dark glimpsing moonlight
Sickening souls cry out in pain

Whispering voices summoning screams
Waiting for Satan to bless their sins
Blackhearted angels fallen from grace

Obscurity hides the plateau
Stars darken in their place
Nanna's glowing above
Illuminates the silent scenery

[Chorus]
Seven they are Yezidi's call
Aeon of night Eager to Prevail

Langt om lenge det stormens blest
Slår tidevannets sprekninger
Slår hav på en skatt
Har snart alle skogstjern frosset til is
Og snøen dekker en fjelltopp
Stripels kriger traust han var som satte
Sitt mot I gammel tid
Vandrer hen til dodoy skar etter sin bane

Langt om lenge det stormens blest
Slår tidevannets sprekninger
Slår hav på en skatt
Har snart alle skogstjern frosset
Og snøen dekker en fjelltopp

Stripels kriger traust han var
Som satte sitt mot i gammel tid

The battle raged on and on
Fuelled by the venom of hatred for man
Consistently, without the eyes to see
By those who revel in sewer equally

We, the prosperity of the future seal
Cloaked by the thunders of the north wind
Born to capture the essence of

He became the swarm, indeed a pitiful imitation
To the verge of a quiet glance, an oracle without eyes
Darkness... My precious companion, even thou canst see his face
Salvation turned to bleed despair, compassion fled...
Sadistic delight flowed, like Hell burned brighter
Existence woven into darkness, prudence did fall
..In Satan's beauty, life was found...
A flow of orgasmic fire, swept through the cosmic night

We do away with your kind.
Countdown to exterminate the human race.
Four, three, two, one...

Let Chaos entwine on defenseless soil.
Remove errors of man and sweep all the weakening kind.

I am war, I am pain,

Langt...der borte i morket
Gjennom tretopper der manelys driver
Langt...der borte i all take
Inn gjennom min sjel den sorte angst river

Pa de mosegrodde steiner de seg viser
Nar nattemorket har senket seg over
Ekkoene...fra deres grufulle jamring

King of tempests and storms
Lord of innumerable figures and forms
Blessed with thy cold I am
As I upon the shoulders of mine
Bear the burden of Thine

Once I got touched by a fire from beyond
An invitation to darkness of which I could not resist

King of tempests and storms
Lord of innumerable figures and forms
Blessed with thy cold I am
as I upon the shoulders of mine
bear the burdon of Thine

Once I got touched by a fire from beyond
an invitation to darkness of which I could not resist

Dare not to inflict upon my wishes
Dare not to obstruct upon my path
Dare not to pretend to lick my wounds
When all it means is opening another

Purity comes with rebirth
Reassigned through the slit
Spawned out of the shadows

Glowing eyes, staring eyes
Manifest of evil presence
With entities swept in disease and decay
A fall from paradise beyond redemption

He who speaks of nightly treasures
He who wraps the serpent around my neck
He who pours poisonous wine in my chalice

Shedding the old skin
Procreating new sin
Incubation and isolation
A new storm is brewing

Ritualist!
Shedding the old skin
Ritualist!

My decent is the story of everyman
I am hatred, darkness and despair
My decent is the story of everyman
I am hatred, darkness and despair

Evoked and entertained through centuries
Wrathful and sullen – dormant still
The ferocity pervades everywhere

Minnenes ekko stiller timen
Kneblet i tungsinnets lenker faller jeg ifra
Ikke lenger vil jeg være boltet fast i vemodighetens anker
Men endelig få lengselen slukket - Etter å dra

Drakk jeg for meget av livhåpets krus
Tok jeg gledens forfengelighet for gitt
For min strid mot tomhetens smerte - Denne dødsangstens rus

Minnenes ekko stiller timen
Kneblet i tungsinnets lenker faller jeg ifra
Ikke lenger vil jeg være boltet fast i vemodighetens anker
Men endelig få lengselen slukket - еtter å dra

Drakk jeg for meget av livhåpets krus
Tok jeg gledens forfengelighet for gitt
For min strid mot tomhetens smerte - denne dødsangstens rus

Svunne tider på Jotuns vei
Der over høye klipper og fjell
Har merket den med støv og aske
Fra dengang alders hirder
Vandret på disse kanter

Her Gandviks bergtroll trampet frem
I ondt og stort et tussefølge

Gjennom tidelose morkne drommer
I fuktig hostvind ober landstrakte vidder
Mot Sorias fjellheim
Kommer jeg, en fandens ridder
Glatt er runen på det hoye fjell
Gnidd vekk av regn og vind
Dragende kraft av ondskap lurer
Her ved trollheims muldne grind

Chains of despair cloaked by darkness
The thundering echoes of great destruction to come
Mankind's mysteries, the dying world

[chorus:]
Madness in it's sweetest form, what shrivels and dies must face the tempest
The angelic heaven bows to the ultimate truth and melancholy grew

From who or what have I
Received this gift?
For what purpose do I
Seduce this craft?

I know these answers
Lie hidden beyond
The powers that be

With hearts of midnight, brightened by his infernal light
We stand as a monolith of wrath, united under the goath of a thousand young
Two horns thrust upwards in defiance, three inverted as the trinity denied
A phalanx of mourners in black, falling towards nightly terror

Unleash the temted beast, raised your horns in pridefull blasphemy
I'll be your guide into the glourious darrkness, and enchant you like
a taste of sin

Sparks fly and fire licks my wings
Tied to this wood - I was born for burning
I rebelled against the flock
Declined to submit to slavery
As a token from my legions of the chosen few
I reveal the secrets to the world's most famous forgery

As flames devour my skin

My eyes got blinded
And conned by the light
Like a fugitive on the run
I sought perseverance in the night

Deceptive icons were finally
Taken out of my sight
As the contender to origin

Oh, dreadful angel of mine
Enrich me with the vastness of your being
Rigid father, teach me how to comprehend
I'll commit myself to understand
For i am the accomplice..

That there is nothing inbetween
For i am the accomplice...

Ride the vortex winds with the beast inside
Cast down all memories from a past and future world
The cynic icons and the cryptic writings
As a picturesque creation in force and spirit
Against their reason and will, it is time
Give darkness it's passion plea

The venomous tongue

A scarlet sunset
The threshold to nightplay
A sinful oath is to be sworn
A beckoning bloodlust
Among the seekers
Tyrannic hunger yearns
A gathering in flames and fires
Devil's daughters dance

Erotic and dreamlike still in its mortal disguise
A passionate ritual in the ruined garden theatre
The painted angels - shadowed high above
Once they gathered to worship at the picture of me
Like a whisper where there are no words
Appears the perplexed - the statue of might
In the cradle of the next generation
A spiraling ruin - lost in the gathering dust

I sense the darkness
The desire overtakes
My devotion endeavours
Habitation changing course

Repentance oh not
No shame or remorse
Will I ever authorize

Become through earned and granted liberation
Rise above the secrecy and silent deception

Clarity is determined
At the depths of murky waters
The potion of black earthed blood
Is the sludge draining the conscious

Hver en tare er frosset,
Var sjel er lenket,
Vart hat er blodig.

All glede er svunnet,
All latter er forsvunnet,
Alt liv skal ende I dod.

Unfolding her carnal desires to me
With temting eyes she does receive
A hunter of the night devil's whore
May her cursed beauty hunt me forever

We embrace the madness gathered as one
Mourning dead passion... she comes to me
A fate awaits us in the night

The memories far beyond the reckoning
Have begun to lurk in the distance
Like visual objects dearly known
The grace of devils hands

As they walk with me like a medium
When I choose and require a burn-out
Resting in expanded malicious force

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Armed with Fire with the
Ray of Fire Through the Palace of Death
With the Glance of Death They killed her
And hung her like a corpse from a stake

En høyreist ridder vender hjem
Over himmel til himmel på en selvgjort bro
Fra den endelige tvekamp mot lysets prest
For nå til sist å gå til ro

Se der i fjellbrisens indre
Hvor dets liv har søkt ly for en sol
Som omsider vil mørkne med den evige natt

Reis deg opp
La oss bestride
Den tanke fra vår lend

Og dyrk
På en forbannet jord
En smertens ætt