Burzum - Black Spell Of Destruction

The fire in the sky is extinguished
Blue waters no longer cry
The dancing of trees has stopped
The stream of freshness from cold winds
Exists no longer
The rain has stopped to drip
From the sky
Still dripping exists
From the veins of a nearly dead boy
Once there was hatred
Once there was cold
Now
There is only
A dark stone tomb
With an altar
An altar which
Serves as a bed
A bed of eternal sleep
The dreams of the human in sleep
Are dreams of relief
A gate out of hell
Into the void of death
Yet undisturbed
The human sleep
And one day
Will the grave be unlocked
And the soul
Must return to his world
But this time as
A lost forgotten sad spirit
Doomed
To haunt
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Hear my sword ...in the making Of my spell Literally Damkuna, iftraga Sheb nigurepur, dafast The world's tragedy, is served at my feast

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The head is a head of a serpent From its nostrils mucus trickles... The ears are those of a basilisk His horns are twisted into three curls Ea, lord of the depths... The body is a sun fish, full of stars The base of his feet are claws His name is Sassu Wunnu A sea monster. A form of Ea Ea, lord of the depths...

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Drifting
In the air
Above a cold lake
Is a soul
From an early
Better age
Grasping for
A mystic thought
In vain... But who's to know
Further on lies eternal search
For theories to lift the gate
Only locks are made stronger
And more keys lost as logic fades
In the pool of dreams the water darkens
For the soul that's tired of search
As years pass by
The aura drops
As less and less
Feelings touch
Stupidity
Has won too much
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I immaterialize
And slowly drift
Into the unknown
With the cold winds with soul
The wintery plains lie untouched
I ride on my elements
Towards the stars unseen
A quest
For knowledge
In the
Astral
Luminous
Stench intensifies
As I
Near a spectral sphere
After a hundred
Men's lifetime
In analyzing
I learn
To consume
The sphere
Of immense power
And to
Become immortal
Darkness hate and winter
Rules the earth when I return
War
Between races
A goal is reached
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I lie wounded, on wintery ground
With hundreds of corpses, all around
Many wounded, crawl helpless around
On the blood, red snowy ground

War!
War!
War!
War!

Cries of death (ha ha) suffering sound
Cries for help, to all their dead moms

War!
War!
War!
War!

Many hours, of music
Many drops, of blood
Many shiverings, and I am... DEAD!
And still, we must never give up

War!
War!
War!
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