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DARKTHRONE LYRICS
"Preparing For War" (2000 Best of/Compilation)
1. Transilvanian Hunger
2. Snowfall
3. Archipelago
4. I En Hall Med Flesk Og Mjod
5. The Pagan Winter
6. Grave With A View
7. Eon / Thulcandra (Live)
8. Soria Moria (Live)
9. Natassja In Eternal Sleep
10. Cromlech
11. In The Shadow Of The Horns
12. Neptune Towers
13. Under A Funeral Moon
14. Skald Av Satans Sol
15. Iconoclasm Sweeps Cappadocia
1. Transilvanian Hunger
Transilvanian hunger the mountain so cold
Cold cold soul cold
Your hands are cruel careful ... pale ...
To haunt, to haunt forever at night
Take me can't you feel the call
Embrace me eternally in your daylight slumber
To be draped by the shadow of your morbid palace
Ohh, hate living... The only heat is warm blood
So pure... So cold
Transilvanian hunger
Hail to the true, intense vampires
A story made for divine fulfillment
To be the one's breathing a wind of sorrow
Sorrow and fright the dearest katharsis
Beautiful evil self to be the morbid count
A part of a pact that is delightfully immortal
Feel the call freeze you with the uppermost desire
Transilvanian hunger, my mountain is cold
So pure... Evil, cold
Transilvanian hunger
2. Snowfall
3. Archipelago
4. I En Hall Med Flesk Og Mjod
Ien gammel ask - hang en Naskald gubbe
Under en Svart himmel - hvorfra Regnet fosset ned
Ingen for dithen - for a hugge liket ned
For ingen kunne vite - hvorhen hengingen fant sted
Ensom mann han var - Da han dro til Valfars plass
Han ankom iført Brynje - til et storslatt Grimt Palass
Tusen ar var gatt - siden forrige mann kom dit
De grat av Dyster glede - da en sonn kom endelig
Nor for det Trolske gapet - var en takeheim dypt ned
Rekker av Nors sonner - vandret dithen nor og ned
Ingen manglet Grav - og ingen manglet sonner
For de for av elle og sott - dit til Kuldeheimens senger
Kun fa av vaktens barn - kom til Farens rike rad
for listig svik blandt dem - forte flestemann dypt ned
Dog kan man hore sangen - hver en Hedens gammel hoytid
For ja enna festes det - blandt De Trofaste Ods Sunner
5. The Pagan Winter
Horned Master of Endless Time
Summon thy Unholy Disciples
Trained for Centuries to Come.
Gather on the highest Mountain
United by Hatred;
The final Superjoint Ritual...
This, The Pagan Winter
Kept for the Obscure (ones)
Candles hold the only light
Sextons hide in Fear
For this Eternal Winter
A New God Ruled the Sky
The Million Hands Of Joy
Have something holy to Burn
From the top of the World one could see
The white light Servants Flee
Engulfed in an Infernal Cyclone
Created by (our) Blasphemy
Religious bodies Crossed the Sky
the Vision was our Wine
Roar of Fire, Feeble Fools
Into The Furnace Fire
6. Grave With A View
I am allergic to my own tongue
Licking my wounds, end up in Tears
I sweep my teeth in yellow Spit
Rotting Christ before my eyes
I spit in the mouth of the priest -
Revenge for Those Who Died
So what if I am fuckin' insane
I'll fucking kill you anyway!
My very heart blows out of my fucking chest
And the beams go wild against the brown, brown wall
I hope they give me
A Grave With A View...
7. Eon / Thulcandra (Live)
8. Soria Moria (Live)
9. Natassja In Eternal Sleep
Alcohol is in my veins...
Tears fall as I think of you
The true memory you left me with
is a key to the wine of melancholy
I drown myself in the deepest of sorrows
As you Burned on that stake they burnt
my soul as well
Your pure feelings, your flaming hate
it was not enough
Natassja, my beloved satanic witch
The power in your eyes and yourself
Worked for the noble in man
Pass the bottle, pass the knife
Pass me your unholy crafts
I shall never forget you, the best
of all there is, I lick your cold lips
I embrace your coffin as I sigh in woe
You never kissed the priest, you never
Drank the blood of jesus. Weird, they say
well, turn it upside down like you did
and they Kill, KILL, and they take you away...
Now, centuries later, I do yours and my sign
You live in me, like you moved in with my soul
Your resurrection is the spirit of you
Installed in me. So now, your thougths
and your pains are my wine; and Natassja
I'll get these goddam angels drunk...
10. Cromlech
Into the abyss i fall
And Dark is the reich of the dead
A portal to reach to the side
Where bodies fall from the sky
Solitude And Peace Of Mind
Entombed In Cromlech
Yes, flee over the River Styx
and join the dead with joy
An ocean of Blasphemy
Heathenish realm
and "Do What Thou Wilt" as decoy
My Prophecy is true...
We'll All Make It Through
11. In The Shadow Of The Horns
Face of the Goat in the Mirror
Eyes Burn like (an) October Sunrise
As Once they Gazed upon the Hillside
Searching for the Memories...
In the Shadow of the Horns
only seen by the Kings
of the Dawn (of the) First Millennium
upon the Thrones
In the Shadow of the Horns
Cleansed like the air in the Night
World Without End
(we've become) a Race of the Cursed Seeds
for five United Forces
in the Eternal Dawn
the Kings that held (their) heads high
The Triumph of chaos - Has Guided our Path
we Circles the holy Sinai - Our Swords Gave Wings
Invisible force of our Abyssic Hate
Our seeds Boil as we gaze upon the New Millennium
Weeping by the Graves of the Glorious Ones
(so) the hardened Frost Melts Away
Clouds Gather across a Freezing Moon
I kiss the Goat - Witchcraft Still Breathes
12. Neptune Towers
Landscapes of frozen methane
Vast fields of blue dust before my eyes
I was sent here to describe and tease
the minds of the fantasy kings (of my homeland)
On a ship of curiosity I sail
((oh) what treasure can be found here!)
And why must eyes face this
Unearthly show of morbid climate
Behind the Neptune hillsides
They say the towers stand tall
Built by hands dissimiliar to mine
And Brought alive
by hearts of ancient alien cultures
13. Under A Funeral Moon
On the day of my final sacrifice
the chilling steel open my veins
Blood stains my skin
Silver chalice must be filled...
Drinking the poisoned blood
I enter my shadowed coffin
Two goathorns in my hands
I raise my arms and close my eyes
to receive the infernal hails
from my brother in the land of the damned
The howling wind blows in the naked trees
Moonlit fields are glowing in the dark
Below me, the path to the cemetary
where my spiritual brother take me
They halt at the shadow of an oak
My nocturnal funeral commence
Laying in my blasphemous sleep
I am lowered down to the pit
A raven sings my last song
as the wolves howl their goodbyes
The funeral moon glows strongly now
for I am nearly there
This night of late October
the darkside opens it's gate
Morbid souls wait for me
For satanic conspiracy
Flowers of doom
Rising in bloom
You will see
Our immortality!
14. Skald Av Satans Sol
Taken tetner Morket faller Ondskap slumrer Skogen Kaller
Her ute i Dyrets domene gjennomen dyster, Gusten Skog
engler loper, engler flyr vekk fra min egen kirkegaard
Jeg star under en kald vind. Taken letter fra englers flukt
Jeg drikker fra Manens Kalde, Bleke lys og hyller Satans sol
En Grusom Ondskap siver inn og fyller kropp og sjel
En himmel av Daudinger Tortur og Hat
Taken tetner Mørket faller Ondskap slumrer Skogen Kaller
La meg for evig tjene de toogsytti evig falne
I den Kolde Morke bronn av de Slue sorte
Verdig utropes jeg som den Uhellige treenighets Skald
NAR HELVETE ENGANG KALLER ER DET INGEN VEI TILBAKE
Taken tetner Morket faller Ondskap slumrer Skogen Kaller
15. Iconoclasm Sweeps Cappadocia
Burn the crucifix.
Cremate the sould of the Virginborn
Freeze the shadow of ashes and let
it float away by the Thunder listener's
intense eyelash movements under their
concentration to open the cosmic lid
Cursh not only our surrounding walls
of curiosity, but also the hordes
of Blind Believers.
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