: [lyrics by Nocturno Culto] The urge...so strong To do the devil's work. The flock of jesus christ I will rape your souls till you see the devil clear
be heard Since your god lies dead and buried In the ruins of the pearly gates Brothers of north, brothers of doom Endlessnights of total war Coming
: [lyric by Garm] We sail the seas, of negativity to banish kindness from this place (Sans scruples, sans humility) To behold the fierceness of wolves
: [lyrics by Nocturno Culto] Desolate winter lifeless Landscape Halls of north frozen Eagles and ravens domain One-eyed master silently Awaits to strike
: [lyrics by Nocturno Culto] I dype juvet, ein stad i Noregs land tallose de samler sine Ravnsort vinge Der akter de at radslage For tid at komme minnes
Thee Give life to shadows grim So that they may writhe where you dwelt In life, now dead within Gaia! Once mother of all life Now raped by death To breed
: [Lyrics by Satyr] Feel the burning flame as the sun in the desert sand Sense tghe grief as the knives of torment Shreds your soul Behold the harvest
: [lyrics by Carl-Michael] In the quest for shudders I was as the absence melted in my hand As clear as my gleaming sorrow A spectral fascination For
[lyrics by Nocturno Culto] The urge...so strong To do the devil's work. The flock of jesus christ I will rape your souls till you see the devil clear
[lyrics by Carl-Michael] In the quest for shudders I was as the absence melted in my hand As clear as my gleaming sorrow A spectral fascination For
[lyric by Garm] We sail the seas, of negativity to banish kindness from this place (Sans scruples, sans humility) To behold the fierceness of wolves
not be heard Since your god lies dead and buried In the ruins of the pearly gates Brothers of north, brothers of doom Endlessnights of total war Coming
[lyrics by Nocturno Culto] Desolate winter lifeless Landscape Halls of north frozen Eagles and ravens domain One-eyed master silently Awaits to strike
[lyrics by Nocturno Culto] I dype juvet, ein stad i Noregs land tallose de samler sine Ravnsort vinge Der akter de at radslage For tid at komme minnes
[Lyrics by Satyr] Feel the burning flame as the sun in the desert sand Sense tghe grief as the knives of torment Shreds your soul Behold the harvest