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CARPATHIAN FOREST LYRICS
"Skjend Hans Lik" (2004 Best of/Compilation)
1. Skjend Hand Lik (alternate mix)
2. Humiliation Chant (unreleased)
3. Spill The Blood of The Lamb (pre-prod)
4. Martyr / Sacrificulum (live)
5. Through The Black Veil of The Bergo Pass
6. Bloodlust And Perversion
7. Return of The Freezing Winds
8. The Woods of Wallachia
9. Wings Over The Mountain of Sighisoara
1. Skjend Hand Lik (alternate mix)
En Evig Kamp Mot Guds Lys
Drep den førstefødte
Skjend hans lik
En fiende av gud
Til evig tid
Hat, Kulde Død!
Et hjerte fylt av hat
Ondskapens sjel
Kald likbleik hud
Dødens sanne ansikt
Ond, Grim, Sjel
Grim hellig forakt
Kristen menneskejakt
Uforsonlig tidløst hat
Gi meg valgjerds hode
Pa et faens solv fat
En dødsmaskin skapt av hat
Mot gud og hele menneskeheten
En iskald trone skapt av uhellig tro
Beskyttet av alt det onde
Og hedensk vikingblod
En evig kamp, jeg blaser pa ildens glød
En fiende av gud, til evig tid!
2. Humiliation Chant (unreleased)
3. Spill The Blood of The Lamb (pre-prod)
I walk the path of death
Which no one will return
I will lead you to this path
And see you burn
The only guiding light
The blackest light
To you who seek the knowledge
I will spill your fucking blood
Follow me through this earthly hell
And lay thy hands on his horned skull
And worship
The fallen angel of doom
Faster faster
We're heading towards total disaster
My father is fire my mother is hate
Nourished with the blood
That blackened my hellish faith
Poisoned by the christian earth
Baptized by priest at birth
I command and follow lucifer
As the only representative
Living force...Lucifer
The blackest light of evil
I have the knowledge
Spilling my blood
I fell first amongst the angels
Who despise jesus christ
And all other heavenly creatures
Of the so-called heaven
The age of the moon
That should be observed by
All of the true heathen blood
I expect no less
Spill the blood of the fucking lamb!
4. Martyr / Sacrificulum (live)
Weaklings
You are not the only one
Dreamers
I wish you were all gone
Losers of faith
Grievers of the heart
All the purity of sin
Inner strength
To die for a cause
A martyr's death
An old conscience
Cleansed in blood
A burning obsession
A cold hearted devotion
See into the eyes of evil
And see through the eyes of hell
Losers of faith
Grievers of the heart
All the purity of sin
Inner strength
To die for a cause
A martyr's death
An old conscience cleansing in blood
5. Through The Black Veil of The Bergo Pass
6. Bloodlust And Perversion
Freezing rain pours down from
The clouds
Roar of a distant thunder
Awakes my thoughts
As we ride towards the
End of our fate
Our horse are carrying us
Through the winterland
Dark Medieval War!!
The mild breeze are getting
Stronger
My hands grabs the frosty
Sword
Through the vast winter
Landscape
As we enter the kingdom
Of the unknown
With hate, death and pain
Deceitful eyes!!!
War of chaos and thundering
Rage
Our hands are open to welcome
Their death
As our sharpened weapons
Collide
Into the battle we ride!!!
After the anger the silence
Began
And now, the cold night
Approaches
From the top of the winter
Mountain
To ride with glory and
Armageddish anger
With hate
7. Return of The Freezing Winds
In the night the forest lies cold
Longing for the north wind to return
Hear the sad whisper of the wind
Blackened clouds cover the crescent moon
Evil lords ride the tempest wings
Cursed is the soil of the pathetic fools
The winds of mayhem have returned
To the infernal land of the forest
The return
Dark is the shadow of the reaper
His cold embrace of melancholy
Illuminated are the old roots of evil
Hear the grim anguished cries
Frozen millennium of the evil usurper
From the dark caves of the forest
Freezing winds sweeps the autumn meadow
This is the hellstorm of our infernal ways
The return of the freezing winds
8. The Woods of Wallachia
9. Wings Over The Mountain of Sighisoara
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