Nokturnal Mortum - Weltanschauung

The wanderer the one who walks these earthly roads
What do you seek among this rotten world
Here where only betrayals and meanness could survive
By your faith in your fatherland they would call you heretic
May it be the honour you''re looking for but it exists no longer or may it be the kinsmenship
The one you''ll never find once a hand of your brother is eager to stab you back with knife
So the human worm do mock the greater gods for ages the cursed from was forged
The road from honest sword towards the coward bullet
And the very thunders forged in the heavenly armoury now could be hiding even in the electric chair.
The world is drunk with dump and bitter darkness it''s ruined by the run to progress
It''s eaten up and put ob knees before the scoundlers here is the final of your amazing play
But to live doesn''t mean to survive be cursed these times of the damnation and the scum
By sharpening my blade I live awaiting Ragnarok and only the strongest ones could murder
The weakness which has become the prophet of this world
We spit upon our pain we walk towards our doom we live awaiting Ragnarok
When the glitter of gold is more precious than the rays of shining sun
The soul went blind from dirt they throw upon my eyes
The worm crowls towards the gold together with salvation prays
To be a kinsmen it means to truly be one''s brother
To be in brotherhood it means to die for them
But so many here try to find the faults in their own brothers
And murder them to the greater joy of the crucified fag
To stay the same to isolate yourself from others or burn in soulside flames die young
To be all or no one to be the shadow behind it all or one could be a greater memory among its folk
And coated into spiders web, the one just like the thousands others
The coward tries to steal the strength of the strongest
The man is stealing the force which was given by the gods
Who is greater the wolf or the bear or maybe falkon is better than the raven
Inside of senseless questions among the foolish people
I feel Ragnarok breaths to be alive, means to true at full do not await till oldness take your breath
Watch the stars and walk your only path its time for vilest Ragnarok Открыть страницу с текстом

The strength grown up upon the remains of the wise thoughts
The greater faith from the most ancient depths
Drenched in blood by the fault of insane
Just sleeeping it was and reacking for its tops
The call of the macrocosm, a chilling chant
When the flask remains the only excuse to stay here
Death hasn't been studied yet and the life still hasn't died in pain
With the knife, with the runes to cut your veins
An empty void a temple of endless sleep
Infinity and darkness an empty void
A song of the ice and the stars that ring on this blackness
A touch of cold, an empty void
The thread of fate is burning with a brightest light
One day it shall get tired of burning
And shall fall down, on the wings of glory shall it echo
Here is your threshold and Algiz it fell into the shades
The stardust is calling to the most distant fars
And only our waiting keeps this endless night alive
Steel cold wind pierces us with its breath
Through the pain shall you perceive delight of birth memories
Of the greater past are drowning in blood
Material world has awaken and touched spiritual cosmos inside
War, endless war, where the soul smothers the flesh
Where all the creation ruins creator, war, endless war
The clocks of my heart counts down the remained days
The beginning is gone to the unseen fars to meet the death without regrets
To knock at the door yet not to stay, just to look back and simple to the gods
Then to return to the coldness of cosmos
Now live in the flame of everydays suffering is it the punishment
Solitude and the seeds of revelation it's my Weltanschauung Открыть страницу с текстом