ticking clock
closing in (on that final) grasp for air, do you still believe?
The future beast is rising and tyranny has come for 777 years
reach out for mercy, it's just a bygone anyway
Filthgrinder - practice aggression
Filthgrinder - protect the wealth of the Elite
Filthgrinder - tremble upon the ugly
Trueborn creature, twist that Firm grasp of yours
like in days of old
He can feel it, he knows they can't
to be in league with the underworld can't be mistaken
you don't believe, you know!
He chants a primitive gospel, so very hard
Yeah!
The mechanisms of destructive behaviour can be an artform in itself
The beast risen represents no so called dark mercy
evil knows no good, good knows no evil
but a saviour he is in all forms, but religious
a Grand engine carrying years of built up Hatred and Powers.
You know that, isn't that why I can smell your fear?
Your heart trying to rip its way through your chest
Fitlhgrinder a beastified being risen form the collective
hatred of an oppressed people.
A people representing Pride, Dignity and Honour!


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
Wonder how stormclouds rage
And all you can feel is the cold winds of
Funeral times, timeless they are

He saw lived and died
In these dreams of demons
Wondering how he could open the gate to
Dark medieval times and bring forth to the domains
of satyricon, two great spears and a flag of dominion
And hate

Above it all creations fall
Living for the quest and the search
Dying for the key, living for the domains
Arise northern spirit and come forth under
The might of the castle satyricon


Forhekset

Forhekset av tidenes vind, Besatt av Nattens kolde gufs
Under ravnsvart himmel de bedriver Blodskam og hor
Med skingrende stemmer de pækaller Dypets makter
I en sirkel bundet av Grimme visjoner

Bæret av dyrets Glans, Omfavnet av dídens vinger
Av det dypeste hat i det sorteste av det morke
I en eng av torner... Næ i fullmænens besettende lys

De nagler englene til jorden med sjel og kropp
Kaos hersker over de hvite domener
Profetier blir oppfylt
Jorden stær i et hav av flammer


Hvite Krists død

[Satyr:] Kampen mot Gud og hvitekrist er igang!

Evig minnes vi de tapre som levde under vær hordes hammer
Evig er krigen mot de av lyset, til de míter dødens ansikt, dødens kulde
Vinder av kulde skal komme, for æ fryse kristenmanns blod

Vært korstog har begynt og hvert skritt er en stake gjennom hvite krists
hjerte

Vl brenner guds barn pæ bælet
Vl brenner guds hus
Tidens mírke skal dekke for solen
Perleporten skal knuses

Og hver torne i hans skalle, hver spiker i hans kropp gir liv til nye
Sjeler fídt under dødens mektige trone

Vi gær vært dødningtog til dødens land med de endelíse vidder
Nær korsfarerne dingler og hvite krists ænd er død
Nær mænen skinner blek og ensom, skal lyden av en dødsmarsj bestige
nordens mekrige fjell

Borte var de av guds jord, bak en mírk sky mænen sæ ræ og kald
Sungen er siste tone av en gravsang


Mother North

Mother north - how can they sleep while their beds are burning?
Mother north - your fields are bleeding

Memories... The invisible wounds
Pictures that enshrine your throne (gone?)

A Future benighted still they are blind
Pigeonhearted beings of flesh and blood
Keeps closing their eyes for the dangers that threat... ourselves and our nature
And that is why
They all enrage me

Sometimes in the dead of the night I mesmerize my soul
Sights and visions prophecies and horror
They all come in one

Mother north - united we stand (together we walk)
Phantom north - I'll be there when you hunt them down


Supersonic Journey

A rotating silvercolored plateau, drops that dance down the columns
Blue, cold and the raging starwind
glowing colors at fearful speed
indistnct pictures of prophets and visionaries in a galactic fog
in outer space on an axis
In another reality on a supersonic journey
inevitably he can see it, the lights are going out and he knows
if he just could make us understand
In the emptiness there is nothing that can draw the picture you want
just a stillborn child on hands that fumble
Raging, raging at incomprehensible pace
the colors blinding, the plateau falls in outer hell
The disclose that we had to die... We pit the hand that fed us
in outer space on an axis
In another reality on a supersonic journey
Is this what is yet to come, or a madman's reflection of the soul?
As when his heart cried out in pain when he perceived what
burdens we were to bear


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 the spirit, the voice, the angel of light
Arising from melted mass
We need the spirit, the voice, the angel of light
Taking invincible shape
To standing ovation
Repossessing night and her hand's godly touch

The unbearable feeling of hitting that
Dark wall is a scene that must come to an end

Eartly decay in front of our eyes
Now, now it's killing for a living

No more repined bastard nation
A generous gesture to a people so blind
No more repined bastard nation
Fumbling, descending, away from the light
It takes a non-poisoned creature
To withstand a monster that has grown and spawned,
A darkness, I can not tolerate
A darkness we must bury
Do they feel, do they absorb our pain...
The search to justify one truth
Do they feel, do they absorb our pain...
The greater understanding

It takes a non-poisoned creature
To defeat and destroy a monster,
That has grown and spawned
A darkness, a darkness we can not tolerate