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DARKTHRONE LYRICS
"Under Beskyt'telse av Morke" (2005 EP)
1. Unholy Black Metal
2. Under a Funeral Moon
3. Crossing the Triangle of Flames (Instrumental)
1. Unholy Black Metal
When the sun has died
When the angels are blind
When the fog lies thick
over the palace of god
When the fullmoon lights the earth
When the the wolves gather in the open
When blood rains from heaven high
and from the pearly gates
When Jehova's hordes are slaughtered
When disciples twelve are dead
When beliefs of easter lands
are raped and raped again
When the whore of babylon rides
When pity turns to hate
When all sons of satan
sodomise the lambs of Christ
When the gates have all been opened
When the funerals never end
When Satans power paint our hearts
and satisfies our souls
When witches burn the priests
When the ancient one returns
When the demons ride the nuns
with their horns of dark desire
2. 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!
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Inn I De Dype Skogers Favn
Det gaar en vei over fjellet
inn i de dype skogers savn
Garder her led grusom skjebne
Ved likbaal sørget mang en ravn
Pesten trod den Norske mark
fra havn over land til annen havn
Med tunge subbende skritt den seg
inn i de dype skogers favn
Dauden i sort gjorde sjelen frossen,
gjorde huden veik under en norrøn himmel
Det gaar en vei over fjellet
inn i de dype skogers favn
Langsom vandring fører meg
inn i det dunkle skogsriket
For aa finde en gard, eldet og forlatt
fra en ensom, sort og endeløs natt...
3. Crossing the Triangle of Flames (Instrumental)
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