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VERSURI SATYRICON
| Satyricon - Angstridden |
| 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 fr |
| Satyricon - Black Lava |
| 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
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| Satyricon - Black Winds |
| Summon thy hidden wisdom, gather the unholy hate
Winter is at hand, frozen my tears will be
Created by blasphemy
The edge of my sword, the powers of my mind
Winter is at hand, as two torches blaze in t |
| Satyricon - Blessed From Below |
| Salvation: A merciless hand
from below holding the melancholy of
a million strangled souls Part, melancholy
So warm and glorious
embraced in a black mass
a mass which holds
the pain of oppression Par |
| Satyricon - Dominions Of Satyricon |
| From beyond come the storms
Landscapes turn to ash before my pressured eyes
Nothingness turns to nothingness
And my imagination fades like dustclouds over
This deserted land feel to now satyricon
Wond |
| Satyricon - Du Som Hater Gud |
| Du som hater gud og kristent liv
Fíler hans n‘rv‘r som en bitter kreft
Her m† det skjendes og skjendes kvasst
Himmerikets enger dynket i blod
Hater av gud
Og lyspesten
Se inn i guds lamme íyn |
| Satyricon - Fuel For Hatred |
| 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
Littl |
| Satyricon - Repined Bastard Nation |
| 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 t |
| Satyricon - The King Of The Shadowthrone |
| He wander the fields of death... In eternity
wandering our own path
Which has been the quest of immortality
Yet to conquer for me, but dreams shall not be
torn
He is spirit
He is stone
And he is immor |
| Satyricon - The Night Of The Triumphator |
| Come come infernal war awake beasts of hell
free yourself from the chains that have been
holding you for 666 years
We await sodomy and destruction
It is the night of the triumphator (starts the
burning |
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