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satyricon’un 2003 tarihli now diabolical albümünden...


retreat, divide
what moved, what blurred
what spun, what changed
our perception of reality

awaiting the battle destined
reflecting the ending desired
on bloodstained soil
the circles meet
face him
on bloodstained soil
the fog dispersed
come forth - a new enemy

unknown, begone
it stirs, it fears
it rips, it shreds
the bizarre nature of our kind

awaiting the battle destined
reflecting the ending desired
on bloodstained soil
the circles meet
face him
on bloodstained soil
the fog dispersed
come forth - a new enemy

for what, for whom?
no rule, no sense
awaiting the battle destined
reflecting the ending desired
on bloodstained soil
the circles meet
face him
on bloodstained soil
the fog dispersed
come forth - a new enemy

satyricon’un 2003 tarihli now diabolical albümünden...


hellbent and raw
armed to the core
walks with the wind
determined and strong
inherit his laws
adopt and obey

rise my friend - march to war
time is up - shadows dance
fight my friend - tyrants pull
time is up - burn the world

driven by sin
let the scavengers loose
power from hell
siege and advance
silence the foe
fire and smoke
from the slumber arise
triumphant beast of forgotten times

the pentagram burns
and the clock strikes the hour
the final hour

satyricon’un 2003 tarihli now diabolical albümünden...


bloodshot eyes - metal skin
serpents tongue - dagger claws
dragon wings - crooked horns
k.i.n.g

beholding the might
in its dawn of grace
in its beauty and light
in its pride and glory
rushing torrent - time and space
elder lords - crack the soil
gone or dead - you’ve never been
kingdom come - hear the roar
climbing down to rule the earth

bloodshot eyes - metal skin
serpents tongue - dagger claws
dragon wings - crooked horns
k.i.n.g

upon high places
with their heads up high
with their lives at stake
with their blades at hand
triumph come - beyond the gate
giants rise - from the pits
worlds collide - chaos reign
dawn of gold - age of gods
climbing down to rule the earth

bloodshot eyes - metal skin
serpents tongue - dagger claws
dragon wings - crooked horns
k.i.n.g

lighting strikes - wake up now
he the fourth - hate the weak
summon all - make the signs
legions march - earth the void

bloodshot eyes - metal skin
serpents tongue - dagger claws
dragon wings - crooked horns
k.i.n.g

2003 tarihli satyricon albümü ve albüme adını veren şarkısı.özellikle pentagram burns şarkısı ön plandadır.

now diabolical
k i n g
the pentagram burns
a new enemy
the rite of our cross
the darkness shall be eternal
delirium
to the mountains

the chase is on
reverie dies
stand up be counted
this world that we hold
will never kneel
fuck you - you can never win
you never had
our persistence
it’s an honor never bestowed upon you
we’re wide - awake
all senses alert
we’ll brush you off
like dirt on our skin
a lifetime under devil wings
has forged a shield of unpenetrable strength

’cause they want
’cause they need
’cause they are
made to be
now, diabolical

countless nights of ferocious anger
and grinding teeth
the jaw is clenched
the spark is lit
the target locked
we want you dead
your head on our plate
you wanted war
and war you will get
you sorry man - you never knew and you (were) never prepared

we cannot
we will not
we never have been affected by you
we will always fight
we will never rest
we will not mourn

those who got lost
we entered this world and thought nothing
of no one or anything
this world that we hold
came to us with our lives
you always thought
you never knew
you never grasped our existence
a shallow mind in an empty shell - no good to this world
both feet on the ground
firmly positioned
our boiling blood is pumping
damn you all for being so small
you cannot kill
what you cannot see

satyricon’un 2002 tarihli volcano albümünden...


the soul (when) stripped of all
lies in the hands of what?
inner chaos roars, nerves boil
now, where to go...

a lifetime of slow inner death,
how torture is that?
chocking fear, is life real?
and what is dying?

what if void is a shellshock’s aftermath?
what if eden is all poisoned fruit?
what if hell is forever pain?
what if life is a blindfold, and death is punishment?

global puppetshow, made by hands of transcendental divinity
blood rives cascades, could be virtual reality
world war slaughter, could be the final act
and graveyard paradise could be eternity’s curtain
who are the ones with the keys?
will they lead us...
life is nothing but untimely answers
to our existential fear-questions

fear - reared its ugly head
death - came to me on a somber morning

satyricon’un 2002 tarihli volcano albümünden...


gods of the land remember him
for he has served the purpose
and sworn to thee

master of the mountains
spirit of the sea
bringer of justness
lord of the dark ways

flee from him, for he is pure
as any soldier can be
fighting a cause
free as any wanderer

armed with flame
blazing force
risen from time
rebel’s son

remember the fallen
and what they did
memory is how to
understand the future

troubled by those
whose spirit is torn
from mind and body
never surrender!

destined by the elders
and by them acclaimed
ascending from the abyss
sunset for the triumphator

satyricon’un 2002 tarihli volcano albümünden...


grey heavens, no light shed
bleak day, change is ahead
oval mountainside, naked cold
unreleased powers, no fright

slide down sorrow, smell what comes with the breeze
cold chambers, punishment awaits
hollow tone haunts, anticipation’s choir sings
turn around, face the depth of inner sanctum

autumn in the air, (the) smell of black metal 90-95
world moves, in mysterious ways
body onwards, mind drifts
you die, then we hail (to our relief)

new age dawns
face all wrath
sickness; won’t understand,
burning first
grace falls
volcano shaking
fates are being sealed

heavens blunder,
no turning back
will you or will you not
to heroism walk

black lava, drifting down the mountainside
black lava, you can’t fight

pernicious flow, redemptive perpetuity
unholy drive, the gods arrogant grin
if my world’s a joke, do you see them smile?
hellbound me - on a throne of gold

wastelands prey on dying cattle
desert sucks on poor man’s thirst
glimpse of glory, walk ahead
slaves of nazareth, can not be fed

black lava, drifting down the mountainside
black lava, you can’t fight

satyricon’un 2002 tarihli volcano albümünden...


past tense icons
locked up in cages
a disgrace to us, (and) a vital sight of (impending) doom
upheld by insane aggression
no tender repentance, (just) denial of ugliness
with the rain come their conquest

behold those who ride black winds
satan, the kings are heading home

no harmony on the horizon
when our haven burns silently
an image of absolute mutiny
against those who pertain to the dearest hell

monotonous graveyard plains -
the soul exile
quintessence of pain -
a higher form of suffering!

(why should man be protected,
what has he done to justify it?
this is why we embrace animals;
they represent the innocence man doesn’t have)

monotonous graveyard plains -
the soul exile
quintessence of pain -
satan, the kings are heading home

satyricon’un 2002 tarihli volcano albümünden...


do we need another bastard nation...
another force-fed disgust
do we need another bastard nation...
aiming at us clinically
like an insect-swarm
towards the shapeless mouth
of a dead whore
we need the spirit, the voice, the angel of light
arising from melted mass
we need the spirit, the voice, the angel of light
taking invincible shape
to standing ovation
repossessing night and her hand’s godly touch

the unbearable feeling of hitting that
dark wall is a scene that must come to an end

eartly decay in front of our eyes
now, now it’s killing for a living

no more repined bastard nation
a generous gesture to a people so blind
no more repined bastard nation
fumbling, descending, away from the light
it takes a non-poisoned creature
to withstand a monster that has grown and spawned,
a darkness, i can not tolerate
a darkness we must bury
do they feel, do they absorb our pain...
the search to justify one truth
do they feel, do they absorb our pain...
the greater understanding

it takes a non-poisoned creature
to defeat and destroy a monster,
that has grown and spawned
a darkness, a darkness we can not tolerate

satyricon’un 2002 tarihli volcano albümünden...


mourning the decay
bitter ungodly enemy
cast into heavy woe
left in the corner of the world (we are possessed)

out of the maze, with clearsight - at the brink of one’s abyss
out of the maze, with clearsight - cold eyes at the world
out of the maze, with clearsight - disbelief and scorn
out of the maze, with clearsight - not poisoned by your fraud (we are possessed)

the realisation of the position
no longer vulnerable
having played the music no one could understand
serenade to the devil’s den - he, the final frontier!

defaming judgement
upon the starving souls
mourning self-made pestilence
cannon fodder for the
apocalypse

a haunt for every unclean spirit
lord of the flies or kingdom of death
circle the prey, show them your eyes,
they bear witness of centuries of might

predecessor who blessed us with grace
in sempiternal fight
excessive aggression -
fire is the definite sign of rebirth!

the elders’ electrons channelled through you
carried by thy night supremacy
born to win this battle, defeat is the tongue
of the whore

satyricon’un 2002 tarihli volcano albümünden...


crawling down the road of life
another hopeless speech
gruesome soul numbness
people stare, do they know
i am suffering the tyrants

every gesture is a malicious attack
a firm fist of misery
but it shall not coincide
with the lion’s downfall

there are no tears
no feeling of guilt
nowhere to channel the anger
nowhere to leave the pain

how can they feast upon the lion without knowing?
...he will eventually rise again

hunt him down (when he is at his weakest)
tempt him down (on his knees if you can)
stronger than all (so it’s futile)

all there is left (right now) is personal pride
enough to return with rays of light

satyricon’un 2002 tarihli volcano albümünden...


scornful, relentless memory
ripped of all but drive
undressed by betrayal
zero tolerance for the souldead
wish i was the violence,
inflicted upon you

fuel for hatred, air raid siren to mankind

little you,
still like a claw in my eye
pulsating organic rage
i should have let you off of the hook
mind drifts
into dynamic pain
universal onslaught
i’m on my own (one soul, one hate)

fuel for hatred, air raid siren to mankind

damnation, holocaust
devil horns for you to ride
time for the angel
to spread his wings and fly
world opponent,
wishmaster of gruesome pain
stormtroops’ frantic fury,
demoniac spitfire!

abortion of religious life, distinguish the rot
i hate you
to a level of intoxication
don’t feel alone,
i’ve got enough
i wish you slow death,
slow death by grinding

fuel for hatred, air raid siren to mankind

satyricon’un 2002 tarihli volcano albümünden...


born into a field of flowers, to slowly wilt away
sheltered by wings, delicately smothered by blindness
released among the wolves, thus molded by resistance
ridden by the clawed hoofs of tyrants

the fruit of other worlds, but grown by loneliness
concealing a black soul, and but sensing the beyond
uniquely grown from within
shimmered by a darker night, but left to solitude

how can one disclose a darker night,
if one but rests?
or evidence the suffering,
by wordly gauge?
or comprehend the long-drawn agony
when pain and evil never trod one down

like a warring sun, from a better kingdom
beautiful, free, of different steel!
dearly prized, and equally broken
he should have gone free of you!

an emotional tumour, gnaws from inside
of heartless, spineless treason
the darkest night now weaves its loom
soon to release its spawn

satyricon’un 2002 tarihli volcano albümünden...


on my signal, unleash hell

who made deceit into the ultimate award?
who told you, you’re not poisoned?
i see the snake coiling inside you
i see the venom in your eyes

you can’t stab me, or even touch me
you can’t betray me, it’s just an illusion
i built the pain inside you
i spawned the snake

it will gradually tear you apart
it will eat you from inside
no longer sweet revenge
no longer emotional triumph
pity you, led to believe (in own willpower)
pity you, (resting) on withered laurels
can’t you see, the world’s on fire...
can’t you feel, you’re getting burnt!

there’s a day coming, for me to rip and to rape
there’s a winter coming, for you to be swallowed
swallowed by emotional cold
swallowed by a power much greater than yourself

who made deceit into the ultimate award?
who told you, you’re not poisoned?
i see the snake coiling inside you
i see the venom in your eyes

you can’t stab me, or even touch me
you can’t betray me, it’s just an illusion
i built the pain inside you
i spawned the snake

satyricon’un 2002 tarihli sağlam albümü.


with ravenous hunger
angstridden
fuel for hatred
suffering the tyrants
possessed
repined bastard nation
mental mercury
black lava
live through me
existential fear questions

satyricon’un 1999 tarihli rebel extravaganza albümünden...


break down all conventional forms and create chaos to reinvent order
rebel against all circles and dead ends
fight your way with your mind set on the masses
execute with mechanical aggression
arrogance and extravagance
march on unapproachable
shut out the outside pressure
or are you too weak?
when shall they see the real darkness?
in a world where our justice is replaced by mercy
...mercy for the inferior
the serpent’s maelstrom is already here
just waiting to be unchained
so feed the fire with the vile and let sincerity rule
why can’t you see that the armoured hostile aura is meant to keep
you away in all your primal simplicity
(it seems like) fright procreates the downfall of the mind
such a sin isn’t it... the stagnation of it all
you must collect your instruments of battle
and protect, to emancipate that which lives within you
rebel against the chains
break down the embodiment of your pain
attack with robot precision
rise and shine under wings of divinity
now pick me up night and whirlwind
and let me ride with you
to peace of mind and nothing to rebel

satyricon’un 1999 tarihli rebel extravaganza albümünden...

satyricon’un 1999 tarihli rebel extravaganza albümünden...


without beginning, without the end (our lifeblood)
the road for the spiritual outlaws is never ending
and so is the hunt for all those answers
the devil may hold your truth, what a fucking relief it would be (to know)
bluecold and the grim truth stands before you (all you ever wanted?)
descend and fly away to another day, another night
sleep forever or serve to justify
the brand that you wear speak of what you are made of
it leaves you like an open book for everyone to read
is this it, is this what you wanted?
the eye of the rest on your back
to be a part of the masterplan is the only way to spiritual hell
drink to that and never forget where you came from
cause there’s no such thing as a one way ticket to hell
what a fucking relief that is
descend and fly away to another day, another night
sleep forever or serve to justify

satyricon’un 1999 tarihli rebel extravaganza albümünden...

satyricon’un 1999 tarihli rebel extravaganza albümünden...


a rotating silvercolored plateau, drops that dance down the columns
blue, cold and the raging starwind
glowing colors at fearful speed
indistnct pictures of prophets and visionaries in a galactic fog
in outer space on an axis
in another reality on a supersonic journey
inevitably he can see it, the lights are going out and he knows
if he just could make us understand
in the emptiness there is nothing that can draw the picture you want
just a stillborn child on hands that fumble
raging, raging at incomprehensible pace
the colors blinding, the plateau falls in outer hell
the disclose that we had to die... we pit the hand that fed us
in outer space on an axis
in another reality on a supersonic journey
is this what is yet to come, or a madman’s reflection of the soul?
as when his heart cried out in pain when he perceived what
burdens we were to bear