[originally by Satyricon]
Mourning the decay
Bitter ungodly enemy
Cast into heavy woe
Left in the corner of the world (we are possessed)
Out of the maze, with clear sight - at the brink of one's abyss
Out of the maze, with clear sight - cold eyes at the world
Out of the maze, with clear sight - disbelief and scorn
Out of the maze, with clear sight - not poisoned by your fraud (we are possessed)
The realisation of the position
No longer vulnerable
Having played the music no one could understand
Serenade to the devil's den - He, the final frontier!
Defaming judgement
Upon the starving souls
Mourning self-made pestilence
Cannon fodder for the
Apocalypse
A haunt for every unclean spirit
Lord of the flies or kingdom of d**h
Circle the prey, show them your eyes
They bear witness of centuries of might
Predecessor who blessed us with grace
In sempiternal fight
Excessive aggression -
Fire is the definite sign of rebirth!
The elders' electrons channelled through you
Carried by thy night Supremacy
Born to win this battle, defeat is the tongue
Of the who*e