Darkthrone - Under A Funeral Moon (1993)

Engulfed in frost
I sailed our dreams
Gloomy inner landscapes come to life

I am the wolf in the darkest scene
Phantasms sweep my role
I am Lucifer, I bring you light and pride

Three steps for the white

A journey for the black
No flags for the ten lines
(but) I'll shoot you full of signs

In other dimensions
My visions grew black wings
You wouldn't know if I was him

The dragon rises before me
I'll fornicate the beast
Possess me as I burn
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Det gaar en vei over fjellet
Inn i de dype skogers savn
Garder her led grusom skjebne
Ved likbaal sørget mang en ravn

Pesten trod den Norske mark
Fra havn over land til annen havn
Med tunge subbende skritt den seg
Inn i de dype skogers favn
Dauden i sort gjorde sjelen frossen,
Gjorde huden veik under en norrøn himmel

Det gaar en vei over fjellet
Inn i de dype skogers favn
Langsom vandring fører meg
Inn i det dunkle skogsriket

For aa finde en gard, eldet og forlatt
Fra en ensom, sort og endeløs natt... Открыть страницу с текстом

Alcohol is in my veins...
Tears fall as I think of you
The true memory you left me with
Is a key to the wine of melancholy

I drown myself in the deepest of sorrows
As you burned on that stake they burnt
My soul as well
Your pure feelings, your flaming hate
It was not enough

Natassja, my beloved satanic witch
The power in your eyes and yourself
Worked for the noble in man
Pass the bottle, pass the knife
Pass me your unholy crafts

I shall never forget you, the best
Of all there is, I lick your cold lips
I embrace your coffin as I sigh in woe
You never kissed the priest, you never
Drank the blood of Jesus. Weird, they say
Well, turn it upside down like you did
And they Kill, KILL, and they take you away...

Now, centuries later, I do yours and my sign
You live in me, like you moved in with my soul
Your resurrection is the spirit of you
Installed in me. So now, your thoughts
And your pains are my wine; and Natassja
I'll get these goddamn angels drunk... Открыть страницу с текстом

Come the raging chaos, rule power from your soul
Pure demoniac blessing as I kill myself in woe
All souls coloured the face of the moon
Shall suffer the eclipse

You must know that I no longer can see
The difference of dream and reality
For the walls have been sieged
And conquered by our

Dark Satanic Blasphemy

I stand alone in a valley filled with starlight
My eyes suffer from eternal sparks
So shut the lids and dream so I can see
The trident clearer than ever now

And in my darkest fantasy
And as I reach for hell
I am free...

Hearses are raining from the open sky
Megalomania reigns supreme
Chilled in horror - Christian death
They leaned too long to stand a fall

I bend to receive
the lust and pain
Beat me Jesus
And we will win Открыть страницу с текстом

I must embrace visual hell
To satisfy us
Rape the whores in blasphemy
I am him while I feast upon your flesh

Glance into my eyes
And see the darkest shadows dancing
Playing in the desert of my life
Burning, -
And my soul is descending...

Lover of all - Face the apocalypse
You fade away under the black rain
And flowers remain

Flowers to step on, flowers to burn

I am ready for the god below
Red flesh to penetrate my skin
To steel my soul away
To the grave I seek
Until I'm feeling weak...

But there's fire
In my heart, in my eyes
In his body, in his eyes
And in his lovely kingdom Открыть страницу с текстом

From the abode of demons
A wing of the Pentagram
Comes the juice that painted
My heart and my soul

Swept in black they are
Swept in black I am

From this soul come the eyes
That will look upon your ten
Beautiful heads with delight

My heart is the one
That will tend to your flames
And make them mine
We share this spirit
My heart is yours...

I am your disciple
And therefore my own
Your weapon I will be
With the demons that possess me
We'll ride the seven sins of death
That takes me to katharsis

The sign of your horns
Is my dearest vision
They impale all holy and weak

You watch me face the mirror
And see desecration
With my art I am the fist
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On the day of my final sacrifice
the chilling steel open my veins
Blood stains my skin
Silver chalice must be filled...

Drinking the poisoned blood
I enter my shadowed coffin
Two goathorns in my hands
I raise my arms and close my eyes
to receive the infernal hails
from my brother in the land of the damned

The howling wind blows in the naked trees
Moonlit fields are glowing in the dark
Below me, the path to the cemetary
where my spiritual brother take me

They halt at the shadow of an oak
My nocturnal funeral commence
Laying in my blasphemous sleep
I am lowered down to the pit

A raven sings my last song
as the wolves howl their goodbyes
The funeral moon glows strongly now
for I am nearly there

This night of late October
the darkside opens its gate
Morbid souls wait for me
For satanic conspiracy

Flowers of doom
Rising in bloom
You will see
Our immortality! Открыть страницу с текстом

When the sun has died
When the angels are blind
When the fog lies thick
over the palace of god

When the fullmoon lights the earth
When the wolves gather in the open
When blood rains from heaven high
and from the pearly gates

When Jehova's hordes are slaughtered
When disciples twelve are dead
When beliefs of eastern lands
are raped and raped again

When the whore of Babylon rides
When pity turns to hate
When all sons of Satan
sodomise the lambs of Christ

When the gates have all been opened
When the funerals never end
When Satans power paint our hearts
and satisfies our souls

When witches burn the priests
When the ancient one returns
When the demons ride the nuns
with their horns of dark desire Открыть страницу с текстом