Hate living the only heat is warm blood so pure so cold
Transilvanian hunger hail to the true, intense vampires
A story made for divine fulfillment to be the ones breathing
A wind of sorrow sorrow and fright the dearest katharsis
Beautiful evil self to be the morbid count
A part of the pact that is delightfully immortal feel the call
Freeze you with the uppermost desire transilvanian hunger,
My mountain is cold so pure evil. cold transilvanian hunger


Snowfall



Archipelago



I En Hall Med Flesk Og Mjød Skrevet Av Greifi Grishnackh


i en gammel ask hang en naskald gubbe
under en svart himmel hvorfra regnet fosset ned
ingen for dithen for aa hugge liket ned
for ingen kune vite hvorhen hengingen fant sted
ensom mann han var da han dro til valfars plass
han ankom iført brynje til en storslott grimt palass
tusen ar var gatt siden forrige mann kom dit
de grat av dyster glede da en sønn kom endelig
nor for det trolske gapet var en takeheim dypt ned
rekker av nors sønner vandret dithen nor og ned
ingen0 manglet grav og ingen manglet sønner
for de for av elle og sott dit til kuldeheimens senger
kun fa av vaktens barn kom til farens rike rad
for listig svik blandt dem førte flestemann dypt ned
dog kan man høre sangen hver en hedensk gammel høytid
ja for enna festes det balndt de trofaste ods sønner
nor for det trolske gapet var en takeheim dypt ned rekker av nors
sønner vandret dithen nor og ned i en gammel ask hang en
naskald gubbe under en svart himmel hvorfra regnet fosset ned
ingen for dithen for aa hugge liket ned for ingen kune vite
hvorhen hengingen fant sted


The Pagan Winter


Horned master of endless time
Summon thy unholy disciples
Trained for centuries to come.
Gather on the highest mountain
United by hatred;
The final superjoint ritual...
This, the pagan winter
Kept for the obscure (ones)
Candles hold the only light
Sextons hide in fear
For this eternal winter
A new god ruled the sky
The million hands of joy
Have something holy to burn
From the top of the world one could see
The white light servants flee
Engulfed in an infernal cyclone
Created by (our) blasphemy
Religious bodies crossed the sky
The vision was our wine
Roar of fire, feeble fools
Into the furnace fire


Grave With A View


I am allergic to my own tongue
Licking my wounds, end up in tears
I sweep my teeth in yellow spit
Rotting christ before my eyes
I spit in the mouth of the priest -
Revenge for those who died
So what if i am fuckin' insane
I'll fucking kill you anyway!
My very heart blows out of my fucking chest
And the beams go wild against the brown, brown wall
I hope they give me
A grave with a view...


Eon/Thulcandra



Soria Moria



Natassia In Eternal Sleep


Alcohol is in my veins
Tears fall as i think of you
The true memory you left me with
Is a key to the wine of melancholy
I drown myself in the deepest of sorrows
As you hurted on that stake they burnt my soul as well
Your pure feelings, your pure hate, it was not enough
Natassia, my beloved satanic witch
The power in your eyes and yourself
Worked for the numble in men
Pass the bottle, pass the knife
Pas me your unholy crafts
I shall never forget you, the best of all there is
I lick your cold lips, i embrace your coffin as i sigh in woe
You never kissed the priest, you never drank the blood of jews
Weird, they say – well, turn it upside down like you did
And they kill, kill, and they take you away...
Now, centuries later, i do yours and my sign
You live in me, like you moved in with my soul
Your resurrection is the spirit of you – installed in me
So now, your thoughts and your pain are my wine
And natassia, i'll get these goddamn angels drunk...


Cromlech


Into the abyss i fall
And dark is the reich of the dead
A portal to reach to the side
Where bodies fall from the sky
Solitude and peace of mind
Entombed in cromlech
Yes, flee over the river styx
And join the dead with joy
An ocean of blasphemy
Heathenish realm
And "do what thou wilt" as decoy
My prophecy is true...
We'll all make it through


In The Shadow Of The Horns


Face of the goat in the mirror
Eyes burn like (an) october sunrise
As once they gazed upon the hillside
Searching for the memories...
In the shadow of the horns
Only seen by the kings
Of the dawn (of the) first millennium
Upon the thrones
In the shadow of the horns
Cleansed like the air in the night
World without end
(We've become) a race of the cursed seeds
For five united forces
In the eternal dawn
The kings that held (their) heads high
The triumph of chaos – has guided our path
We circles the holy sinai – our swords gave wings
Invisible force of our abyssic hate
Our seeds boil as we gaze upon the new millennium
Weeping by the graves of the glorious ones
(So) the hardened frost melts away
Clouds gather across a freezing moon
I kiss the goat – witchcraft still breathes


Neptune Towers


Landscapes of frozen methane
Vast fields of blue dust before my eyes
I was sent here to describe and tease
The minds of the fantasy kings (of my homeland)
On a ship of curiosity i sail
((Oh) what treasure can be found here!)
And why must eyes face this
Unearthly show of morbid climate
Behind the neptune hillsides
They say the towers stand tall
Built by hands dissimiliar to mine
And brought alive
By hearts of ancient alien cultures


Under A Funeral Moon


On the day of my final sacrifice
The chilling steel open my veins
Blood staines my skin
Silver chalice must be filled
Drinking the poisoned blood
I enter my shadowed coffin
Two goathorns in my hands
I raise my arms and close my eyes
To receive the infernal hails
From my brother in the land of the damned
The howling wind blows in the naked trees
Moonlit fields are glowing in the dark
Below me, the path to the cemetary
Where my spiritual brothers take me
They halt at the shadows of an oak
My nocturnal funeral commence
Lying in my blasphemous sleep
I am lowered down to the pit
A raven sings my last song
As the wolves howl their goodbyes
The funeral moon glows strongly now
For i am nearly there
This night of late october
The darkside open it's gate
Morbid souls wait for me
???
Flowers of doom
Rising in bloom
You will see
Our immortality!


Skald Av Satans Sol


taken tetner mørket faller ondskap slumrer skogen kaller
taken tetner mørket faller ondskap slumrer skogen kaller
her ute i dyrets domene gjennom en dyster, gusten skog
engler løper, engler flyr vekk fra min egen kirkegaard
jeg star under en kald vind. taken letter fra engler flukt
jeg drikker fra manens kalde, bleke lys og hylder satans sol
en grusom ondskap siver inn og fyller kropp og sjel
en himmel av daudinger tortur og hat
taken tetner mørket faller ondskap slumrer skogen kaller
la meg for evig tjene de toogsytti evig falne
i den kolde mørke brønn av de slue sorte
verdig utropes jeg som den uhellige treenighets skald
naar helvete en gang kaller er det ingen vei tilbake
taken tetner mørket faller ondskap slumrer skogen kaller
taken tetner mørket faller ondskap slumrer skogen kaller


Iconoclasm Sweeps Cappadocia


Burn the crucifix.
Cremate the sould of the virginborn
Freeze the shadow of ashes and let
It float away by the thunder listener's
Intense eyelash movements under their
Concentration to open the cosmic lid
Cursh not only our surrounding walls
Of curiosity, but also the hordes
Of blind believers.