Tracks

01. Rites Of Ceres
02. The Black Tower
03. March Of Death
04. I'll Hunt You Down
05. Metalized
06. Jeg Spytter På Deg
08. Last Day Of Battle Pt. 2
09. A Face For A Funeral
10. Rites Of Mortiis



01. Rites Of Ceres

Praising One Of The Twelve..
One of the "Dii Consentes"

A part of the Aventine Triad
Essentional in our funeral Rites

Standing on Aventine hill
Gathered to fulfill the rite..
Standing on Aventine hill
Performing the Rites of Ceres

Rites of Ceres
Rites of Ceres

In opposition to the ruling elite.
We kept sacred to honour her right

We are "Plepians" - self conscious men

May our crops grow great,
So we can feed our children, and fight our wars!

Standing on Aventine hill
Gathered to fulfill the rite..
Standing on Aventine hill
Performing the Rites of Ceres

Rites of Ceres
Rites of Ceres

May we love our loved ones.
So that others can die!

In the end, when life is lived
And only death is real;

We chant for you - Ceres!
Performing the Rites of Ceres


02. The Black Tower

I walk the 1000 steps with pride
My brothers has been given the same (honourful) gestures
for the 1000th time

The Black Tower
In the The Black Tower
The Black Tower

Scattered by weaping angels
The lambs are silent, as for a long time..
My black heart beats!

I have tied up the victim for the 100th time
Infernal screams riccochette the walls like a hammerpond.

The Black Tower
In the The Black Tower
The Black Tower

A pounding heart bleeds out in my hand
as 1000 times before
If darkness had a name, it's name would be mine..
You end your life in the Black tower

In the Black tower
The banner hangs high!
The heaven is darker than black.
as gratitude for my sacrifice !!

The Black Tower
A life given for my darkness.
in the Black Tower

I move down the 1000 steps in trance
My hell is one step nearer
A 1000 steps down a 1000 stairs
Down on the ground I fall on my knees and awaits the next...
In the black tower


03. March Of Death

Destined to die as we march
The march of death
Bare feets on hard ground, and with open wounds..
Every step is like a million
March of Death

No clothes, only rags, the wind is cold as ice
through my body and soul
The march of death
Thoughts are put aside, it's unbearable
I live 'cause I'm a warrior at soul!

Whipped, beaten and bruised
The march of death
In the horizon : The final resting place
Dragged by dark men, as slaves,
in this foreign world

With hollow eyes I witness my men
through this march of death
Where are my brave ones ?
My soldiers?
My men at war?
Where are your heart !?!
They got lost in this march of death

I'll rather die!!!
than bow at their feets
I'll rather die!!!
than slave their world
I take this stone and chrush my skull
May all my fellow men do the same

They couldn't kill my spirit, nor my early life
I'll see you on Vallhalla my men!!
'cause we lost our lives fighting the march of death
Be brave! Dont feel sorrow, dont feel pain
Be a warrior at soul...


04. I'll Hunt You Down

I will rise from ashes, rise from my grave
I will hunt you down and put you to an early grave

I'll hunt you down..
I'll hunt you down..

I'll make your nightmares come true
I'll make you wish that you were dead...

I'll hunt you down..
I'll hunt you down..

I will come into your room at night
I will make you feel the sence of fright
I will make you wish you were dead

I will blow the wind of death into your room at night
I will make noise, so you'll never find peace..
You will be a wreck. and I love it !
Feel the fright !!

You'll be crawling and begging to be put to sleep..
The only sleep I will allow you to have.
Is the one where
you wish you were awake

Your heart is pounding!
Your sweat is pouring!
And you ... You wake up screaming!

I'll hunt you down..
I'll hunt you down..

Your will to live will end
Long before I'm finished..
Your grim when you die : despair and fright

I'll hunt you down like this every night!
I will hunt you down


05. Metalized

Listen to the sound of perdition...

Metalized
Raw and insane
Metalized
Metal of Death

I am this animal
An heretic wolf
My blood is corrupted
By the Lord of the damned

Metalized
Raw and insane
Metalized
Metal of Death

I am this cursed flesh
Following the light
My soul is possessed
By unholy chants

I am metalized to the bones
Poison of this world

Metalized
Raw and insane
Metalized
Metal of Death

He is the flame of Night
Master of delight
His spirit and mine are One
By the Golden Dawn

SAT-VRNVS
Lead and gold
SAT-VRNVS
Dark Sun rising

Metalized
Raw and insane
Metalized
Metal of Death


06. Jeg Spytter På Deg

Kjenner du at er sin?
Foler du det intense hatet?
Har du lyst a skjende liv ?
Jeg sytter pa deg, og ditt brennende lik!

De kom med vinden.
og budskapet var dod,
De slo inn dorene i mitt hjem, min festning, mitt domene.
De skjendet mine kjare, og bratit garden ned til grunn.

A tro pa den falske sonnen.
var slett intet valg
A svike mine guder
var slett intet valg

For det er jeg fredlos, og har mistet alt
Men jeg er ikke sjel los..
Jeg frykter ingen !
Jeg spytter pa deg, og dit brennende lik

I hvetekrist's navn er det som var alt, ingenting..
Hva er igjen, annet enn det entense onske om
a hevne meg?

Jeg brenner ditt falske gudetsed
For meg er hvitekrist dod!!!
Kjenn Ragnarok winne lenker rundt dine evige pinsler
Mitt kriger hjerte er sterkt, som min kjaerlighet til mine kjare

Jeg spytter pa deg og ditt brennende lik!

Krig!
Hill Odin!
Kom Valhall!
Krig!

Trodde du det var bare a berove meg alt ?
Valse inn i vart rike i falskhetens navn ?

Jeg spytter pa deres brente kropper, og det
knuste symbolet pa sonmens svik


(English Translation)

Do you feel your anger ?
Do you feel the intense hatred ?
Do you wanna desecrate life ?
I spit on you, and your burning corpse!

They came with the wind, and the message was death.
They slammed the doors in my home, my fortress, my domain,
violated my loved ones, and burned our houses down..

To believe in the false son
was simply no choise
To betray my gods
was simple no choise

I am an outlaw because of this, and I have lost everything.
But I am not soulless..
I fear noone!
I spit on you, and your burning corpse

What was everything is nothing, in the name of the false son
Wha is left but the intense desire to avenge me ?

I burn down your sacred house of false worshipping !
To me the son of the false one is dead !
Feel Ragnarok twist it's chains around your eternal torment!
I spit on you, and your burning corpse

WAR!
Hill Walhalla!
WAR!
Hill Odin!

Did you think it was as simple as to deprive me of everything ?
Roll in our kingdom under a false flag ?

I spit on their burning corpses, and the chrushed symbol of the betrayal
of the son.


08. Last Day Of Battle Pt. 2

This is the day
The day to kill all fear!

If despair fester our minds,
Man will face their last day of battle

Machinegun nest to the left
Two go flank and two go centre

Crawl, and throw the grenades
Don't hesitate!!
Or this will be our Last day of battle!

Embraced by fear
Cold Sweat
Trembling hands
Pounding heartbeat
( Your gun clicks..
have they seen us ?!? )

In a splitsecond..
You raise your head to see
Only to see a machinegun mouth's pounding fire, and
You're blasted to the ground!

This is the day!!
This is your last day of battle !!!

Hestiation of my fellow men
'caused death to more than one

This is the day
I will see my last day
The day that ends it all
My last day of battle

( I hate them as much as my enemies
Cowards and no good men, causing
My last day of battle)


09. A Face For A Funeral

When you die and fly away
When you dance the dance of death :

Embraced by the pale one called death,
with a face for a funeral

Can you feel the joy?
Can you sense the liberation of death ?

I hate your god and his son !
My death is not yours to have,
Your heaven is surely not for me
Let me face my hell with joy !

I got a face for a funeral !
My soul starts it's journey to the darkside
The keeper awaits me
with pleased grins on his face..

As I dance my dance of death
I fly home to my father in hell!

Oh, darkness I come to thy
As you embrace me
with your cold hands of death..


10. Rites Of Mortiis

Praising One Of The Twelve..
One of the "Dii Consentes"

A part of the Aventine Triad
Essentional in our funeral Rites

May our crops grow great,
So we can feed our children, and fight our wars!

May we love our loved ones.
So that others can die!

Standing on Aventine hill
Gathered to fulfill the rite..
Standing on Aventine hill
Performing the Rites of Ceres

Standing on Aventine hill
Gathered to fulfill the rite..
Standing on Aventine hill
Performing the Rites of Ceres

Rites of Ceres