I told you once, I told you a thousand times, no regrets, no remorse No vile and whiskey-soaked wisdom or bloody-knuckled politic Do I regret? Not a single
A cold wind is blowing Through the graves it is blowing And it bares a poisoned tongue And the foul breath of deceit I am my fathers son And his deeds
Days drift and I rise to the cold sun I was born an old child With no place for faith in my heart Aged in my sleep or bitter times ahead You may say
The sea will be as a desert When my bones are long to dust Beneath shifting dunes And the searing Unconquerable son Pile the bodies on the pyre Warm
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This is my church It stands so tall and proud It has done for all time It has no walls Yet its vast halls Reach from shore to shore To whatever shore
We are falling over the ends of the earth So gather your sons and daughters before you And tell them that these are the final days of all Preach to the
You say you know me I'm the Poison in your veins My Faith is not welcome here I Break the young and the cold There is a Darkness here You cannot imagine
End of All Time (Martyr's Fire) Is this all I've been left Broken oaths and betrayals The empty words and dead rhetoric Of my sold and broken culture
The crippled oracle breathes his lungs like grit His blackened hands, like maps of ungodly lands Skin as leather, burnt by the sun This world is not for
I lost my self, in those streets A passenger of foreign tongue The sun sets, in the same language And rises just the same There was no grand design To
One day I stood with my back to the wind And the rain fell down Raised my fist to the cobalt sky And called to the Gods ...Where are you? I stood in
Moonlight bathes my heart The birds sing my serenade The trees are whispering my Name... my name Dark romanticism, of a Kind seen no more... Lament my
Ceremonial beauty beneath a bitter moon Perditious souls danse their danse Winter withered silence were once my tomb In eternal frost, a dark romance
I am the eye of the storm Axis Mundi, I fall to my knees I've realised my dark dreams, father I have become... I spread my seed Have I not brought you
From the north to the south From the east to the west All that waits for me is the grave I have been where my brothers lay fallen And my kind are as slaves
Young hearts born with grief Shall pay the penalty of truth A season of stolen youth Shall teach old hearts to break It feels like I've been here before
[Originally performed by Darkthrone] From the abode of demons A wing of the pentagram Comes the juice that painted My heart and my soul Swept in black