Hear a Haunting Chant
Lying in the Northern wind
As the Sky
Into the abyss i fall
And Dark is the reich of
En Grind stod apen, en rytter viste seg.
En Kald Take
I am allergic to my own tongue
Licking my wounds, end
Ien gammel ask - hang en Naskald gubbe,
Under en Svart
Face of the Goat in the Mirror
Eyes Burn like (an)
Desert... Night...
Coyotes Feel the Cold Wave of The Dark
Red Eyes
Landscapes of frozen methane
Vast fields of blue dust before my
Over fjell og gjennom Torner
Gjennnom den One Dunkle Skog
Dí som
Oh, once again, I kneel before this altar
Out in the
Kan du íyne Slottet i det fjerne
og dets lystige, skralende
I must embrace visual hell
To satisfy us
Rape the whores in
Horned Master of Endless Time
Summon thy Unholy Disciples
Trained for Centuries
From the abode of demons
A wing of the pentagram
Comes the
Bearer of Sword
stands beyond (the) Triumphant
As Eternal Night falls
on the
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