Born from Hell
The supreme force of evil
To destroy the altar
And
What are they these monsterous beings
Standing in the smog before
The coffins are closed
When the daylight shines
On the freezing stones
Of
Thirteenth of December a night of full moon darkness
A empty
In this rotting forest
In this eternal darkness
Where we see, hear
Slumbering through the burning desert, total lack of liquid
Oh gods
Regnet fosset ned
Fra sorte og endeloese skyer
En jaevelsk himmel
Voktet denne
Totally alone I wander by each pillars of hell
Sunken deep
You were not jesus neither god
You were the crucifer not
Upon mankind weakness I choose not to follow
The tragic book
The hair on my arms rise and my skin turns
Riding on the waves of a hundred souls pain he
For distant centuries ago
When long forgotten kingdoms and reigns still
The dance of the swaying trees
In the holocaust winds
The morning
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