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

Drained for murderous weapons

Knowing where you stand

In the magnitude of this thought

Looking at the spirit of fire and flames

Reis deg opp

La oss bestride

Den tanke fra vår lend

Og dyrk
PÃ¥ en forbannet jord

En smertens ætt

For så og tynge

De barmhjertiges skjød

Som har tiltro til

Den sjelløses brød

For den tro du besitter

Er intet annet enn avsmak og hovmod

Og din nøden etter viten

Er en overflod av hån og skjend

Smerten i mitt hjerte er ikke tørste

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

A force-fed destructor ready for abomination

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

To the worlds light

As all great art is made from suffering

So are we

Good in nature, but evil by our own free will

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

Hold the mysteries over which you preside?

Reveal the infantile wound and regain strength

Free your spirit from those who lead in praise

Recollect the anger and the hate

As mortal manufactured waste

And part of the commonly 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

The life institutional lie

You worthless piece of shit

May we all depart from this world

And dissolve into nothingness

Let us sit by and watch

Death and destruction’s devotees revel

Let us sit back and witness

Innocent semen being poured

Into the arms of Armageddon

Let it pour, more and more

Pure fucking Armageddon

Let it pour more and more

Reason faithfully defiles

On bloodstained hands

Where graceful motion

Are lost art

There are only battles to be lost

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

Here you own them all, here you seal the deed

Contaminated from the spree of self salvation

To keep the fever flowing in the veins

Prominently manipulating heaven and hell

Annihilate!

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

Stand guard when visitors fall silent

Blow the candles out, end the road here

No solace will be found

Within elements of the tribe

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
The trails of our kind

Zero tolerance must be issued forth
Behind the enemy's line
So it shall be written