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NATIVE IN BLACK LYRICS
"Blackest Nothern Orchestra" (2006 Demo)
1. Farewell
2. You Can See My Eyes
3. Blackest Nothern Orchestra
4. Ladies and Gentlemen (Objective Character of Modern Gentlefolks)
5. Trold
6. Way to the Dump Lands
7. Grim Gates
8. Lost Wisdom (Burzum cover)
9. War (Burzum cover)
1. Farewell
Where’s the way to the final battle.
Where’s my horse of night.
Darkness comes to frozen ground.
Dead trees are grown and walked to the north.
Farewell…
Farewell to the old world.
Farewell…
Farewell to the Great Dream.
Only fog on the landscapes of death.
This is my world, my demons, my way on the road to grave.
Farewell…
Farewell to my life.
2. You Can See My Eyes
Leave me... in mortal world...
In glorious hall... of ancentors...
Sacrfice your complusion...
Fit of rage... and dream...
Some words... about me...
From the... snowed slopes...
Born to do... something...
More than... people can...
Destroy the temple... Destroy...
To... to ruin... our life... now...
As they please... as they wish...
You can see... my eyes... in water...
And forget it... as well... thing...
The second myth... of reality...
Our names... in night flames...
Symbols.. of... they.. faith...
You can... my eyes.. seen...
Sin of... night son... again...
Nevermind... as they cry...
For defeat... Great Beasts...
Antichrist.. in heaven.. hall...
Old priest... among... the altar...
God of... music... waked up...
And all.. at... our life...
3. Blackest Nothern Orchestra
We are the gods of your souls.
Put into bottle… one and one…
Deep inside, you can’t believe.
Ice Mountains sleep in our view.
Black Northern Orchestra at…
At bloodbath in paradise.
No more lights in houses.
Can play the music for…
For darkmoon, that rise,
Rise among the Earth.
Black Northern Orchestra at…
At satanic slaughter choir.
They’d cried, when we come…
To cities and freelands became,
Our greed hands with mark…
Mark of the murder domination!
Black Northern Orchestra at…
At… at… at… at your life…
4. Ladies and Gentlemen (Objective Character of Modern Gentlefolks)
Come on, ladies and gentlemen,
Gentlefolks of reality dead world.
The Infernal public prosecutor has you,
In darknest plans of conquer the world.
Want to to overtax one's strength,
By drugs and all-night parties.
Thinking it’s all-right normal life,
In the decline of blessed memory.
Tell me who the supreme chieftans,
Who rule and command objective character.
Corrupt the rotten pessimist society,
In legacy of crusaders by Baphomet.
Native Natura spirit in me against their,
Their lifestlyle, they weltanschauung.
Repugnant to me, all of they goverment,
Only ancient forest in my conception.
5. Trold
Hva er forskellen mellem trold og mand?
Der er ingen forskel, så vidt jeg ser.
Stortrold vil stege og småtrold vil klore;-
ligeså hos os, hvis bare de turde.
Sandt nok; vi er ens i det og mer.
Men morgen er morgen og kveld er kveld,
så forskel blir der nu lige vel.-
Nu skal du høre hvad det er for noget:
Derude, under det skinnende hvælv,
mellem mænd det heder: "Mand, vær dig selv!"
Herinde hos os mellem troldenes flok
det heder: "Trold, vær dig selv-nok!"
"Nok", min søn, det kløvende, stærke
ord må stå i dit våbenmerke.
"Nok", min søn, det kløvende, stærke
ord må stå i dit våbenmerke.
6. Way to the Dump Lands
My heart is full of hatred…
My mind creates four demons of Ice.
My wisdom is an edge of darkblade.
My life is way to the Dump lands.
No more… No more tears…
No more… No more fears…
Only way to the Dump lands, where demons howl to blackest moon.
Great Lord of Demons Belial…
Sing in night with army of ghouls.
I don’t care, because I ride,
Ride the way to the Dump lands.
Hear the call of ancient gods.
Who are lived in dark frost castle.
Town with are wall of Grimwood trees.
And monsters on are horned towers.
Infernal guards with demons voice,
They placed in the Dump lands.
My heart, heart is full of hatred…
My mind creates four demons of Ice.
My wisdom is an edge of darkblade.
My life is way to the Dump lands.
7. Grim Gates
At the Nordic snowed planes.
Founded Ancient Grim Gates.
Hordes army of foreigners
Want to take a mystic stronghold of winter.
Eternal Mother Night.
Fimbul winter at are northern domains.
Can you observe that…
Crowd of ghouls is walking through the woodland.
Once again. Coming Great God.
One-eyed man with a Gungnir spear.
Standing crossed the worlds.
All-father gains our strength.
Smashed ghouls and howling wolfs.
Grim gates saved with Odin’s supremacy.
Odin! Open the gates only for me.
Defeat our enemies with Nordic thunder.
Odin! Ancient god ride across the sky…
With seven-legged horse Sleipnir.
Grim gates never fall.
Odin! Let’s the maidens get me in Valhalla’s hall.
Let’s drink with the memories of great battle.
Grim gates never fall.
We are the warriors of Nordic Soul!
8. Lost Wisdom (Burzum cover)
While we may believe
our world - our reality
to be that is - is but one
manifestation of the essence
Other planes lie beyond the reach
of normal sense and common roads
But they are no less real
than what we see or touch or feel
Denied by the blind church
'cause these are not the words of God
- the same God that burnt the
knowing
9. War (Burzum cover)
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