For All Tid

Hver en tĺre er frosset,
Vĺr sjel er lenket,
Vĺrt hat er blodig.

All glede er svunnet,
All latter er forsvunnet,
Alt liv skal ende i dřd.

I et kalt og řde landskap,
Skal den sorte horde tre frem,
Vĺr herre skal stige
Opp for all tid, reise sitt rike igjen.

Vĺr kamp skal belřnnes,
Vĺre nav skal prises,
Vĺre sinn skal dra den grene,
Og hans kjćrlighet skal evig gĺ tapt.
All moral skal forkastes,
Du vil men du dřr av skam.

Nĺ er tiden kommet,
Ja knus de godes ord,
La oss for alltid bli herskere pĺ denne jord.

[English translation:]

[For All Time]

Every tear is frozen
Our soul is linked
Our hate is bloody
All happiness is gone away
All laughter is gone away
All life shall end in death
In a cold and deserted landscape
Shall the black horde step from
Our lord shall rise
Up for all time, rise his kingdom again
Our struggle shall be rewarded
Our names shall be written
Our minds shall pull the bough
All morality shall be cast away
You want but you die of shame
Now is the time come
Yes break the word of the good
Let us for all time become rulers on this earth

Vinder Fra En Ensom Grav

En hřyreist ridder vender hjem
Over himmel til himmel pĺ en selvgjort bro
Fra den endelige tvekamp mot lysets prest
For nĺ til sist ĺ gĺ til ro

Se der i fjellbrisens indre
Hvor dets liv har sřkt ly for en sol
Som omsider vil mřrkne med den evige natt
Og hindre en verden i (ĺ) blomstre og gro

Se der i řyets satire
Hvor rester av godhet jages pĺ flukt
Og vindes vekk i en ĺpen grav
Til den siste tenning av lys er slukket

Med kraftige hugg i menneske skaller
Frydes den rytter i ĺrvĺken dis
Himmelhřyt, vandrende over sin stjerne
Skottende pĺ en jord dekket i is

Over utallige faldne menn
Som sĺdde livets spirende korn
Streifer han vekk fra den siste krig
Den mektigste fyrste, den blodige torn

[English translation:]

[Winds from a lonely grave]

A proud knight returns home
From heaven to heaven on a self-made bridge
From the endless battle against the pries of light
And now he shall rest

See into the inner of the mountain breeze
Where its life has sought shelter for a sun
which in end will go dark with the eternal night
And prevent our world from blooming and growing

See the satire of the eye
Where remains of good is chased away
And is blown away in an open grave
Until the last light has been put out

With powerful blows to human's heads
The knight rejoice in a dark mist
High as the sky, wandering over his own star
Glaring at a world covered with ice

Over innumerable fallen man
Who sowed the growing seed of life
He wanders away from the last war
The might prince, the bloody thorn

Nocturnal Fear

[originally by Celtic Frost]

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

From the mountains of dawn they cry
The call of the frantic god
From the womb of mother earth they scream
The wage of creation and sin

("The sleeping lord awakes
Tiamat pulls at her chains,
The blind phantom rages
Azag Thoth howls
Vibrations at the black ether's edge
As nocturnal fear penetrates the land
Ecstatical celebrations at their zenith
The seven sharpen their claws...")

Winds emerge from the east
Deep, dark water moves
Even the cold it don eclipses
When they adore the dog-faced beast

[Chorus]

As they admit the infernal tide
The eye on the throne derides
The old gods and their tribes
in chaos Tiamat laughs pride..

Prudence's Fall

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 cant 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
I enthroned darkness triumphant, with the searing trident of the Inferno
Gaze towards the Heavens, an you might catch a glimpse of Me...

Moonchild Domain

The witchborn 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 theatre of lust
The hunter is in the ring, caressing folds of flesh
- Diabolical intercourse profound

She who brings horror to the insane
and haunts the sick and its kind
Selector of innocent holy infants
tempting their flesh, poisoning their mind

The young harlot, who acts by the trust of her fate
Cursed beneath the hands of doom, the grand master of hate
For her and hers the bells chime
Damnation's own

Evil superior siren, moonchild domain
- A sculpture for the holy to burn

Sympozium

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

Anticipation mender through madness
Condemned to the same horrid fate
Insanity applauds
How sharp the awakening
Pale as disease
Mocking:Maddening:
Give up the ghost
Cease the gloomy awakening

History foretold
The hidden stigmata
Totally annihilating the ecstasies innumerable
Materialize the vision
Give up the ghost
Cease the gloomy awakening

[music: Mustis, Shagrath and Silenoz]
[lyrics: Vortex]