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BY : angel.of.destruction@hotmail.fr
there's
a satanic
butcher in
everyone of us
a satanic
butcher in
everyone of us
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Posté le vendredi 14 mars 2008 07:44
Modifié le dimanche 07 septembre 2008 23:19
Dimmu Borgir - Kings of The Carnival Creation (live)
Incarnated marvels simplified
Effects from such a disconsolate kind
Impotence of the once so perfect living
Erase and rewind
Stand rigid for the next battle
Peace means reloading your guns
The love for life is all hatred in disguise
A carnival creation with masks undone
In search for the guidelines to the gateways of sin
through mires of misanthropy with wrath in mind
Sophistication as cruelty and perfection as virulent truth
Confidently dawned, to pick the best of enemies
An abyss womb stretched wide open, exposed to retaliate
[chorus:]
With the stigma feasting upon your flesh I wish you well
Thorns from the fountains of fate licking your lepered skin
Worshipped by anyone's mass on our planet hell
What on earth possessed you
Consuming illusions made from hysteria and swallowed tongues
Devoured by doubt, conducting arts of misconception
Testimonial sufficiency declaring numbness of all perceptions
Glance into the blackness hidden beneath your surface
And enjoy the suffering, sanity drained in disrespect
With such bedevilled faith in good, subsequently trusting evil
Next step for mankind will be the last seasons in sin
[Chorus]
Left are the kings of the carnival creation
Carrying out the echoes of the fallen
Sense the withering eternity as it fades away
The ultimate graceless voyage of all times
Only death will be guarding your angels, silently
Cripples joining arms in clamour
Institutionalized for the rebirth, the herd will be hunted
[music: Mustis, Silenoz, Vortex and Shagrath]
[lyrics: Silenoz]
By : angel.of.destruction@hotmail.fr
Effects from such a disconsolate kind
Impotence of the once so perfect living
Erase and rewind
Stand rigid for the next battle
Peace means reloading your guns
The love for life is all hatred in disguise
A carnival creation with masks undone
In search for the guidelines to the gateways of sin
through mires of misanthropy with wrath in mind
Sophistication as cruelty and perfection as virulent truth
Confidently dawned, to pick the best of enemies
An abyss womb stretched wide open, exposed to retaliate
[chorus:]
With the stigma feasting upon your flesh I wish you well
Thorns from the fountains of fate licking your lepered skin
Worshipped by anyone's mass on our planet hell
What on earth possessed you
Consuming illusions made from hysteria and swallowed tongues
Devoured by doubt, conducting arts of misconception
Testimonial sufficiency declaring numbness of all perceptions
Glance into the blackness hidden beneath your surface
And enjoy the suffering, sanity drained in disrespect
With such bedevilled faith in good, subsequently trusting evil
Next step for mankind will be the last seasons in sin
[Chorus]
Left are the kings of the carnival creation
Carrying out the echoes of the fallen
Sense the withering eternity as it fades away
The ultimate graceless voyage of all times
Only death will be guarding your angels, silently
Cripples joining arms in clamour
Institutionalized for the rebirth, the herd will be hunted
[music: Mustis, Silenoz, Vortex and Shagrath]
[lyrics: Silenoz]
By : angel.of.destruction@hotmail.fr
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Posté le samedi 20 octobre 2007 13:03
Modifié le vendredi 07 mars 2008 06:23
Dimmu Borgir - Sorgens Kammer del II
Minnenes ekko stiller timen
Kneblet i tungsinnets lenker faller jeg ifra
Ikke lenger vil jeg være boltet fast i vemodighetens anker
Men endelig få lengselen slukket - Etter å dra
Drakk jeg for meget av livhåpets krus
Tok jeg gledens forfengelighet for gitt
For min strid mot tomhetens smerte - Denne dødsangstens rus
Er det eneste ene igjen - Som er mitt
I min ensomhet vet jeg likevel
At jeg ikke har noen andre å takke enn meg selv
Derfor er jeg rolig når
Repet strammes rundt min nakke
Stumme vitner kan ei gi trøst
Menigmann i gravkorets forsamling vil aldri fatte
Det landet av fortapelse
Jeg egenhendig skapte
Denne intense dragning mot dødens portaler
En vandrende studie i gråtkvalt messe-noir
Behersket siden tidenes morgen
Men noe jeg aldri lot slippe taket - Var sorgen
I min ensomhet vet jeg likevel
At jeg ikke har noen andre å takke enn meg selv
Derfor er jeg rolig når
Repet strammes rundt min nakke
English translation (Excuse me if any writing errors. The text is quite difficult)
The echoes of the memories silences the hour
Gagged in the heavy mind's chains i fall away
No longer I wan't to be bolted stuck to the anchor of sadness
But finally get the longing 'put out' - After leaving
Drank I too much of the cup of (life)hope
Took I the joy of vanity for granted
Beacause my battle against the emptyness' pain - This death anxietys intoxication
Is the only thing left - That is mine
In my solitude I know anyway
That I have no other to thank but myself
That's why I'm calm when
The rope is tightened around my neck
Mute witnesses can not give comfort
The common man in the funerals choir gathering will never see
The land of the lost
I with my own hands created
This intense drag towards death's portals
A walking studie in choked weeped service (as in church)
Ruled since the dawn of time
But something I never let go of - Was the sorrow
In my solitude I know anyway
That I have no other to thank but myself
That's why I'm calm when
The rope is tightened around my neck
by : angel.of.destruction & metal_-_head_-_666@hotmail.fr
Kneblet i tungsinnets lenker faller jeg ifra
Ikke lenger vil jeg være boltet fast i vemodighetens anker
Men endelig få lengselen slukket - Etter å dra
Drakk jeg for meget av livhåpets krus
Tok jeg gledens forfengelighet for gitt
For min strid mot tomhetens smerte - Denne dødsangstens rus
Er det eneste ene igjen - Som er mitt
I min ensomhet vet jeg likevel
At jeg ikke har noen andre å takke enn meg selv
Derfor er jeg rolig når
Repet strammes rundt min nakke
Stumme vitner kan ei gi trøst
Menigmann i gravkorets forsamling vil aldri fatte
Det landet av fortapelse
Jeg egenhendig skapte
Denne intense dragning mot dødens portaler
En vandrende studie i gråtkvalt messe-noir
Behersket siden tidenes morgen
Men noe jeg aldri lot slippe taket - Var sorgen
I min ensomhet vet jeg likevel
At jeg ikke har noen andre å takke enn meg selv
Derfor er jeg rolig når
Repet strammes rundt min nakke
English translation (Excuse me if any writing errors. The text is quite difficult)
The echoes of the memories silences the hour
Gagged in the heavy mind's chains i fall away
No longer I wan't to be bolted stuck to the anchor of sadness
But finally get the longing 'put out' - After leaving
Drank I too much of the cup of (life)hope
Took I the joy of vanity for granted
Beacause my battle against the emptyness' pain - This death anxietys intoxication
Is the only thing left - That is mine
In my solitude I know anyway
That I have no other to thank but myself
That's why I'm calm when
The rope is tightened around my neck
Mute witnesses can not give comfort
The common man in the funerals choir gathering will never see
The land of the lost
I with my own hands created
This intense drag towards death's portals
A walking studie in choked weeped service (as in church)
Ruled since the dawn of time
But something I never let go of - Was the sorrow
In my solitude I know anyway
That I have no other to thank but myself
That's why I'm calm when
The rope is tightened around my neck
by : angel.of.destruction & metal_-_head_-_666@hotmail.fr
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Posté le samedi 20 octobre 2007 12:59
Modifié le vendredi 07 mars 2008 06:27
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