Twinkle bright Aldebaran, the star of solitude
Somewhere there is a lake of fire, pity all the fools
Sorry are the desolate, the unfree and obedient
For this is not the spring of love, it is the winter of discontent
Standing at the shore of lake of fire

Standing at the shore of Lake of Fire
Standing at the shore of Lake of Fire
Standing at the shore of Lake of Fire

Blood mooney, for thirty pieces of silver
You shall buy yourself the time

The quivering meat conception, deflorate the virgin fair
Succumb to your own passion, recieve the garland made from angel's hair
Crown yourself, the thorns will cut you, bleeed your majesty
But by dawn it will all satisfy no more, dethrones you weep
Dumped along the shore of lake of fire

Dumped along the shore of Lake of Fire
Dumped along the shore of Lake of Fire
Dumped along the shore of Lake of Fire

So you´ve been left in chains to rot away in your own stinking rest
You´ll hang till death in your own entrails

What you´re gonna do, peasants with nukes
But death you´ll see shall make us free

I swear the oath of blood
And tear the virgin's flesh
I gash the wounds of heaven
And rides the wings of death

Tonight the cauldrons are filled
With brewage made of hate
Tonight we blasphemy
Possessed we desecrate
Tonight we raise our cups
And toast in an angels blood
Salute Hell's victory
Despise the words of God

Armageddon

Eternal battlefields
No prisoners we take
We rape your sacred souls
Behind the seven gates
Tonight you all will hear
The angels cry of pain
And in the sky you will see
The all eternal flame

On earth you mortal fools
Obey the christian ways
But there is no mighty God
To hear your final prayers

Armageddon

Forks of lightning strikes in the sky
The sound of thunder rolls
Satan, chimes the bell of death
And beckon all your souls

Heaven's angels realizes
There is no place they can hide
Tonight the furnace gates of Hell
Stands open wide

Black witch of beauty
Hovers around and cast her spells
Tonight a virgin's womb
Shall breed a son of hell

Armageddon
Armageddon

Witching hour bad moon is on the rise
I can't resist its infernal cold power
When it blaze into my eyes

Feel I am slowly changing
Begin to lose my track
Hatred poison my veins
I am cold and my heart turns black

I am Possessed

I am trapped in its icecold blaze
It drains the warmth from my soul
Feel the dread and my mind is in torment
And still its eye of death glow so cold

I am confused
Feel my strength slowly fading
Oh hear my cries for help and mercy

I am Possessed

Leave the world of mortals to walk into the mist to stalk
Unto the other side
Plains of otherness
The utter emptiness
Where time have ceased and dark and light collide
Crossing the river of death and water cold
Slowly walking up the bridge
The jeweled bridge I walk for what seems a lifetime
In the night it's jewels glow
There on the other side
On shore of no return
The one for me awaits
Cannot avoid the eyes
In which the fire burns
Comed this far it is too late
And He call's my name
First a whispering then louder
And he wants me to follow
And to Enter the Eternal Fire...

I walk this endless night
His eyes the only light
Repeatedly he whispers my name
Fingers move and twist
Through crimson thick dark mist and voices cry of agony and pain
Close now to his kingdom
The bleak world dark and still
I follow the voice whispering my name
Approach the gate of sin
Opened up to let me in and there, He stand in flames
The price now I must pay for eternity my soul his claim
For years of pleasures, victory and gold

The one who stand in flames
Now rise and walk my way and reach out for my soul
And He calls my name
First a whispering then louder
And he wants me to follow
And to fall down. The Eternal Fire...

I stand at the jaws of the pit
The heat scorch my flesh
The fall seem never to end
My hair burn
My eyes can't see
The flames slowly eat my soul
The pain tears my mind
Hear my cries oh Lord
Have mercy oh Lord
This can't be
Raging flames all over me
Inferno of heat
Oh no, oh no, oh no, no, no...

Orgy of silence
Conspiracy of peace
Only the sound
Of the cold northern breeze

Twinsun sink fading
Behind the black lake
Asleep is the mountains
Yet the night is awake

Strange is the night
Now black stars rise
And many moons circle
Through silent the night

Along the black mountainside scattered
By the campfires awaiting the dawn
Two times a hundred men in battles
Tried by the steel in the arrow axe and the sword

By battle worn hunger torn awaitening
For the sun to break through the cold haze
And for the banners of Ebal to appear
On the hill in the suns first warm rays

The elder among the men looked deep into
The fire and spoke loud with pride
Tomorrow is A Fine Day to Die

Now the morning advance from far east
Now the sun breaks through dustclouds and haze
Now a forest of spears appears on the hill
And steel shines bright in the suns first rays

Die
Die
Die
Die

One man rode the way through the woods
Down to Asa bay
Where dragon ships had sailed to sea
More times than one could say
To see with own eyes the wonder
People told of from man to man
The God of all almightyness
Had arrived from a foreign land

The rumours told of a man
Who had come from the other side the sea
Carrying gold cross around neck in chain
And spoke in strange tongue of peace
He had come with strange men in armour
Dressed in purple shirts and lace
Smelling not of beer but flowers
And with no hair in face

And the bold man carrying cross
Had told all one of Asa bay
The God of all man woman child had come
To them all save
And to thank Lord of Heaven
One should build to God a house
And to save one's soul from Hell
One should be baptised and say vows

A man of pride with the Hammer told new God
To build his house on own
And spoke loud of the Gods of their fathers
Not too long time gone
The rumours said the man with a beard like fire
And the Hammer in chain
By men in armour silenced was and by
Their swords was slain

Those who did not pay the one coin
Of four to man of new God
Whipped was twenty and put in chains then locked
By their neck to the log - To the log
And so all of Asa bay did build
A house of the cross
Every hour of daylight they did sweat
Limbs ached because faith does cost

And on the day two hundred
There it stood white to the sky
The house of the God of the cross
Big enough to take two dragon ships inside
And all of Asa bay did watch
The wonder raise to the sky
Now must the God of the cross be pleased
And satisfied

Just outside the circle of the crowd
One old man did stand
He looked across the waters
And blotted the sun out of his eyes with one hand
And his old eyes could almost see
The dragon ships set sails
And his old ears could almost hear
Men of great numbers call out Oden's hail

And though he did know already
Though he turned face towards sky
And whispered silent words forgotten
Spoken only way up high
Now this house of a foreign God does stand
Now must they leave us alone
Still he heard from somewhere in the woods
Old crow of wisdom say
"...people of Asa land, it's only just begun..."

There is a serpent in every Eden
Slick as grease and cold as ice
There is a lie in every meaning
Rest assured to fool you twice

In this age of utter madness
We maintain we are in control
And ending life before deliverance
While countries are both bought and sold

Holy writtings hokus-pokus
Blaze of glory and crucifix
Prepriced costly credit salvations
TV-preachers and dirty tricks
Don't trust nobody
It will cost you much too much
Beware of the dagger
It caress you at first touch
O, all small creatures
It is the Twilight of the Gods

When the foundations to our existence
Begins to crumble one by one
And legislations protects its breakers
And he who was wrong but paid the most won

Even the gods of countless religions
Holds no powers against this tide
Of degeneration because we have now found
That there is no thrones up there in the sky

Run from this fire
It will burn your very soul
Its flames reaching higher
Comed this far there is no hold
O, all small creatures
It is the Twilight of the Gods

Twilight of the Gods - Twilight of the Gods
Twilight of the Gods - Twilight of the Gods

System the crocked cross
the code yellow star
machinery of death will grind
the trains keep on rolling
both nearby and far
the cargo is of Abrahams kind

Gasping for air
in the stench and the heat
Losing track of the number of days
Only the cramped space
Keeps people afeet
While all hope vanishes like a haze

All comes to hault
And the doors slam wide open
Then all are called out on the ground
A sweet sour smell
Fills all lungs on the platform
The roar of the death machine sounds

Phallos of death
Giant chimneys arise
Spewing ashes and fire way high
The disciplin of racial purity
The code by which you all
Fuckin' must die

Distinguish to Kill
Distinguish to Kill

Shiny black leather boots
Peaked caps in grey
Sporting the deaths head mean grin
Yellow star patch
And pink triangle displayed
Numbers inked into bear skin

Rows of barbed wire
high voltaged in miles
ensurance to kill all last hope
the only way out of this hell is to go
through the chimney
like thick burning smoke

Burning the bodies
The owens glow white
As the heat cracks the skulls open wide
Bodily human fluids joins the melted fat
Running down the collecting pipes

Now grinding the piles
Of burned bones to powder
The system perfected and complete
All to attain and remain in purity racialy
The wheels turn in deaths industry

War. The ultimate. The pinnacle of friend or foe.
Always declared by the high and fought out by the low.
Elevated to the state of honourable feud.
Fought to capitulation or death. Either him or you.

Cannon fodder dressed up proud to fight or even die.

Carrying cross of Christ, the star of David, Swastika or
word of God, the hammer and the sickle or banner
splattered with your blood. Camouflaged and drilled
you await all hell in confidence, at peace. Blown apart,
one could not tell your brains from your feet.

As your spirit slips away and Earth drinks from your blood.
The irony is that the last thing you'll think is - "Oh my
God!".

When your...
War Supply. War Supply. War Supply.
Not until that mine has torn you in two you'll
think just fucking "why".

At the bottom of the crater in a burning deaths terrain.
You grab your head as if to keep yourself from goin' insane.
Tracers cut a million burning tracks above your head.
Staring at your support weapon, wishing that you'd dare.

Just one delicate press on the trigger and it's all gone.

Ask yourself if your one life is worth spending this way.
Tell me where's all glory you seek among countless young
men slain. Indoctrinated as you are by
church, school, government
and your command you'll think more of how your death will
contribute and benefit your land.

In uniform you look all swell as you march off to war.
From now on your damn rubber body-bag will be your style
forever more.

War Supply. War Supply. War Supply. War Supply.

War Supply. War Supply. War Supply. War Supply.
War Supply. War Supply. War Supply. Not until that

Mine has torn you in two you'll think just fucking "why".

"Resting by my fire. Looking deep into its flames.
My mind must have been somewhere else.
Far beyond these plains.
I am suddenly aware of a pair
Of eyes staring at me.
I turn around and behold the most
ugly thing I have seen.

The woman standing in the glade
Like a shadow in the night
Points her wretched finger at me
With a wretched smile.
And she asks me in a voice
That sounds as if it's been so long
Since she spoke, if I seek magic,
Then I should come along.

I'm but a man. Mortal a man.
But she leaves no footprints in the snow.
Still I follow on to where she is going.
For she has promised me magic if I follow on.

She takes me to a part of these woods
Few have ever seen.
Where the sun surely won't reach,
Still the ground ominously gleams.
She says she's seen me coming
And that she knows where I'll go.
But befor I leave, she says
There is this one thing I should know.

She offers me the ability
To take a fatal wound.
Every cut by sword or spear will be
Absorbed by her tree-womb.
This magic will remain until it's
Time for me to part with this mortal world.
And all she'll claim is my young heart.
I'm but a man. Mortal a man.
And I'll need all the help I can get.
So I give my heart to the woman of the dark.
With or without it... my life is not over yet."

Wing of bat and lizzards eye.
Dust of a star fallen from the sky.
Tears of a virgin and the cum of a god.
Thirteen drops of an infants blood.
A twist of a cat's spit and oil of the moon
Stir for a while a very soon.
A salve to be applied upon the chest
Close to where the heart beats strong.

"No pains will occur when her hand is pushed into my flesh.
She'll slowly draw my living heart out of my open chest.
She'll place my heart on the pit of the snake and behold the years go by.
Hers to keep from the moment when the time has come for me to die."