Goatmoon - Death Before Dishonour (2004)

Howl on the altar
Howl of blood
I wear black robe
Lucifer
I give my blood to you

I kneel before the black altar
I worship you
I kneel before my master
I hail you
I kneel before evil moon
I do this blasphemy
I kneel before inverted cross
Ave Sathanas

I sacrifice this goat
To the goat
I cut my flesh
Oh mighty lord I bleed for you
I give my life to you Открыть страницу с текстом

Black forest
Torches blaze
Altar of evil
Dagger of sacrifice
In my hand

Black robe
Lust in my eyes
Virgin flesh
I sodomize

Black Metal Winter

Black night
Bowl of blood
Drink my blood
Before you die
Drink from me
You wear whore
Of Christ

Black snow
Beneath me
Occult moonlight
Embraces me
On this night
Of satanic winter

Black Metal Winter

Black goat
Come forth and see
Ritual for you is done
Bless me with your horns
Fill me with your honour!

Black Metal Winter Открыть страницу с текстом

Here I stand on the Pagan soil
In the snowy forest of Finland
On the ruins of ancient heathen shrine

On this blasphemous night
With the rage in my eyes
Snow turns red on the moonlight
Red from blood of men of christ

Dagger of Pagan steel
Slits the throat of priest
Wolves are howling fullmoon
Covered with Baphomet

Night of unholy sacrifice
Night of blasphemy
Last night of christianity
Night of Satanic bloodvengeance

Hordes of Satan prepare for war
Father Satan come forth and rule Открыть страницу с текстом

My blood
Still remembers the times from thousand years ago
When white men stride through this frozen land
I can still feel the spirits of my forefathers
In the embrace of this Pagan soil

I have seen how parasites rape my native soil
Trying to annihilate our super race
This can’t go on anymore, it’s time to strike with White Power
Death Before Dishonour!

In the shadow of the Swastika
With pride we will destroy everything that is alien to this country
With white hands power, with Hyperborean glory
We will kill one by one the parasites Открыть страницу с текстом

Did you find what you were looking for
Did you find your inner peace from the book of lies?
Did you find your righteous way?
No, you did not.

You find lies, deception, sickness and disease
Let me show you the way to paradise
Let me lead you away from the disease

Take this rope, hang yourself
Follow me to the victory!
Death

Follow me here, where the trees rot
Where nature is guided by the victory of invertcross
Where graves are desecrated
Churches burned, priests hanged
Here where the disease called Christianity is cured Открыть страницу с текстом

Deep black clouds
High above on the crimson sky
On the forest of golden trees
On this autumn eve

With pride I stand on the hill
Unforgiving nordic wind is punishing my pale skin
Misanthropic forest on the pagan soil
Where the lighting strikes to the river of blood

Two ravens are flying high above in the northern sky
The wolves are howling human hate
As I enter the forgotten gate
Gate to the forest of misanthropy

The mist rises from the forest’s Pagan soil
Sun sets to the horizon
Bloodstained path to the stone altar of inhumanity
That glows in the sinful moonlight Открыть страницу с текстом

I walk towards despair, you fool follow me
I tell you the story of life eternal, you follow me
You follow my lies

Now I enter your church
I see you hanged there
You followed me to my despair
You followed me to life eternal

Weak human race will soon be just a memory
As I put the daylight in eternal sleep
I hate all of your kind
My victory breeds from my hate to you
Every second when I must be with one of you
My humanhate grows strong within Открыть страницу с текстом

As the sky is darkening above the black forest
Snow-white ground shines in the moonlight
As my hammer crushes the skull of the priest
Let the holy blood spill

In isolation from humans, in solitude
Cold winds blows my hair in this black forest
I stride in deep snow
Filled with hatred, waiting for revenge
Towards the deepest forest

Ravens fly to the night
Knowing that sun sets for the last time
Final breath by light
Drowned in the shade of the wolf
Horned Goatmoon shining high above
And it’s possessing moonlight is holding me
In it’s cursing embrace

Standing in the black forest
In the deepest snow
Moon shines in the funeral sky
On this night, in the glare of my torch
The snow will be stained in blood once again
My soul, cold as winterstorm
My heart, black as darkest night
All evil within me, will be set free
I may leave my mortal body
And leave this world, but I must return from the dark
In to the cursing embrace of possessed moonlight Открыть страницу с текстом

Me synnyimme, saavuimme päälle kauniin Suomenmaan
Liidimme yllä metsien, siivillä mustan metallin
Tuulet Armageddonin meidät kuljettivat
Kohti taivaanrantaa sinivalkeaa

Kallioilta isänmaan katson alas kuolevaan maailmaan
Kaikki tuhoon katoaa, paitsi kunnia synnyinmaan
Pian tuskaiset huudot kaikkoavat

Kunnia, Armageddon!
Kaikki tuhoon katoaa, paitsi kunnia synnyinmaan!

Pian kaikki muu on muistoa vain, paitsi puhtaan veren perimä
Veri ja kunnia, Pohjolan perintö
Ulkomaailma itseään raiskaa, mutta meidän kunniaamme ette vie
Tähän maahan me synnyimme, täältä muut eivät paikkaa ansaitse
Moni meidän maatamme hyväksikäyttää ja yrittää meiltä riistää
Pian se päivä koittaa, kun huomaatte, vain yritykseksi se jää Открыть страницу с текстом

As golden sun sets to the horizon and night falls
Forgotten strength and wisdom of nature I discover

Warlike winter wind blows from the forest of inhumanity
Sounding of the horn calls to raise the swords

I ride towards the battlefield and the warriors of Valhalla ride with me
I bear the flag of the sunwheel, flag of purity
Blood of betrayers on my white hands
I raise my hammer

On the fields of honour
We attack the servants of god
On the fields of blood red snow
With honour I stand in the darkness
Swing of the hammer of misanthropy
End of all Christian life with lightning strikes
God, I am to be your death, for you light will not be Открыть страницу с текстом

Torching flame of burning bible lights this unholy rite
Raging flame in the book of lies reflects in my eyes
Through this rite on this mystic night
I deny your weak god
I don’t need no fucking savior
I don’t need weak idols
Goatmoon broods over holy sky
Majestic horns rise from the soil
Mighty Lord Satan, in the shadow of yours
I deny god forever! Открыть страницу с текстом