Frost - For My Demons...

Amongst the depths of dark streams
I am being reborn,
Like lava erupting from cracking cliffs.
Rising above waters and lands
as a dispised shadow anew with
horryfing shivers and the
bitter taste of death in my mouth.
My journey with the black winds is Eternity itself,
I am the one that shines in twilight,
I am every morbid desire,
I am the Saviour!
Purple crack of dawn,
Spread your colorful veils on me ...!
Give me all your light,
Every ray of the Sun!
Keep on building the Temple of Damnation
From my altar!
Everything to be sorrounded by my dreams
Of emptiness and twilight.
The first light of the Morning Star to
infect my blood,
Souls born of dust -
Hallowed be by my curse!
In sunken rocks,
In the depths of all waters ...
On the infinite horizon,
Deep in the dark forests,
I lie low in the shades,
and shine in flashing lights,
But my eyes stare blindly to this world. Открыть страницу с текстом

Like a whip of thorns in the flesh,
Disturbing dreams
Poison the night
With impenetrable darkness.
Covered in sweat,
Spasm of my soul ...
I see the shadows of
Giant birds circling in the dark,
I can feel their wings as
they are touching my wounds.
I've seen how all light faded
in the world
Everything was diseased, slow death ...
It's all so cold and alien,
I am drifting towards doom ...
The night is falling without light ...
I do not pray ...
This ancient curse that follows me
is so bittersweet ...
With a sacrificial dagger in my hand,
I am wounding myself!
I'm trembling, emptiness
is consuming me.
My dreams are dreadful and
midnight black.
I do not pray ...
This ancient curse that follows me
is so bittersweet ...
With a sacrificial dagger in my hand,
I am wounding myself! Открыть страницу с текстом

Darkness has come again, night has fallen ... I can't see clearly ...
My face is covered in mud, I am bleeding from several wounds yet I have to get going.
I am persecuted, an outcast,
A weakened savage born in black fetal water ...

The glow of Luna from which my strength must be drawn,
Is ever so dim today.
Although the black, rustling leaves provide shelter,
The Night Hunter is stalking me, I can feel it,
Everything is flooded by the rose-like smell of Death ...

Oh, Black Witch of mine, the Ruler of North and Winter
Show the way to your distant Empire covered in silver light!
This consuming pain is ripping into my flesh,
But please let me be reborn through You,
To take my apocalyptic revenge!

The Night Hunter is His servant ...
But I can already see the blood red gates of your pagan kingdom!
Wash away the dried blood of this hell on Earth,
And I promise I will lead your wolves into victory! Открыть страницу с текстом

I felt the pagan winds as I walked into your empire.
Everything is dark and frozen now...
The dark sky is clear, only the Moon shines,
as if it were the last candle of Heaven.

Alone, but soon
I am going to join your holy children!
Wolves are guiding me on the red,
sparkling snow ...
You, keeper of the keys to the ancient wisdom,
You have to call me home now,
Accept me as one of yours!
I'm not far from you anymore ...

Oh, Lord of wisdom and night!
I am free on your way ...
I walk on frozen rivers
And dead souls stare from under the ice ...

I feel as the air is slowly freezing my face ...
The light of the New Moon illuminates your majestic mountains ...
The trees form a black crown
In your shining celestial veil ...
I feel you are here ...
God of desire! You have to raise me now! Открыть страницу с текстом

The sun has already gone down over the still waters,
The moving wolves fill the snow-covered valleys
With nerve-racking howling.
Ravens are flying, painting the sky black,
They are calling me the way I called you when my soul was starving ...

My dark desire still finds the way to you, 'though you are dead ...
Embraced by eternal twilight, the air is freezing cold.
Black shadows weave my burial gown
And through the gloomy forest I can see your dead altar.

My wild and dark urges cannot be controlled.
Your seduction is still so strong that I see you as living ...
The line is so fine between life and death ...
I wish you would loosen my thorn collar ..

The God of death has dressed me in black yet again, I can not speak ...
I am slowly pulling off your shroud the beasts covered you with,
Touching your bright, frozen white skin,
While my dagger is letting my evil blood to cover your body,
So your silver light can reign over your dark earth again. Открыть страницу с текстом

Blood-filled rivers are floating my resting body,
The black depths of darkness are keeping me alive,
I've gotten lost on the way of Eden,
The journey from my cradle has been too long ...

Why would I pray to "God"?
Dark clouds are weaving stormy wreaths above me,
Yet my burning faith crushes every obstacle of life
And in the damned Pandemonium,
Every devil and I will be allies.

The depth is pulling me under, still hearing the voices of rabid wolves,
Hatred and pain intertwine within me ...
I have either rejected Salvation or it has rejected me
when I got lost in the twisting serpentines of life.

Devastating power of deepest hells,
Godless nest of my sinful brothers,
The black Pandemonium embraces,
From now on, our nightmares are shared ... Открыть страницу с текстом