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By Dimmu Borgir, Illness and plagues, torture and blight
Is what she brings
Mocking holy
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By Dimmu Borgir, As cyclones detach from the world above
And all the other
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By Dimmu Borgir, Cuddled through a cold womb he was
Pitch black and
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By Dimmu Borgir, Uren er aktens utfoldelse og tanke
Uten hemning i ukjent ekstase
Ei
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By Dimmu Borgir, Glinsende månelys ovenfor driver
Frostlagte stier viser vei
Svarte sjeler farer henover
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By Dimmu Borgir, Stig opp på min trone av bleke lik
Fall på
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By Dimmu Borgir, In perplexed dementia, where sanity is my vanity
With honour bear
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By Dimmu Borgir, A dismal universal hiss, the sound of public scorn
The brush
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By Dimmu Borgir, Stanken fra den uranskalige vei
Hvor forkynnelse og falsk forhåpning er
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By Dimmu Borgir, A mental inner vortex
As possessions through a wolf's eye
Envisioning the
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By Dimmu Borgir, Infected by invalid behaviour
While capturing the stench of divine purefaction
Confess
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By Dimmu Borgir, Man and his faithful ethics
Intoxicated by the fruits of the
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By Dimmu Borgir, Kom unge bror
Skjenk oss din rene ungdom
Legg ditt liv i
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By Dimmu Borgir, Welcome to the abandoned land
Come on in, child; take
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By Dimmu Borgir, Are you born from the abyss
And have you sought
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By Dimmu Borgir, "The quest for Azunda hath drawn near
The young king, the
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By Dimmu Borgir, Min sjel den glødet
Og mitt sinn det lengtet
Etter å få
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By Dimmu Borgir, Vårt hal skal vinne.
Vår ondskap skal gro.
Å feste seg i
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By Dimmu Borgir, Thousand different paths
So many sterile ends
I chose the Devil's path
Never
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By Dimmu Borgir, When the ghastly mourners awakens from sleep,
and the volant funeral
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By Dimmu Borgir, I det mørkeste mørke troner jeg
I mine slaer trer stillheten
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By Dimmu Borgir, Soul(s) on departure six six six
onward unto another existence
A trip
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By Dimmu Borgir, As mortal manufactured waste
And part of the commonly infected
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By Dimmu Borgir, Hver en tare er frosset,
var sjel er lenket,
vart hat er
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By Dimmu Borgir, Let us sit by and watch
Death and destruction’s devotees revel
Let
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By Dimmu Borgir, "In the shadows of my gallow,
I'd rather absent the hallow."
(For)
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By Dimmu Borgir, Hengitt er vi
Til Mørkets keiser
Den allmektiges kraft
(Som) Fører vårt sinn
I
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By Dimmu Borgir, Devoted to your own opiate
In escapades from discontentment
Are you shutting
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By Dimmu Borgir, Endelost du kriget pa steppene
Nadelost du herjet i fjellene
Du tok
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By Dimmu Borgir, The apparition of two faces in disgust
Invisible but yet so
