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NECROFROST LYRICS
"Bloodstorms Voktes Over Hytrungas' Dunkle Necrotroner" (2001)
1. Veistu hve blota skal?
2. Carcass Carried by the Scrawls of Titanbats
3. Me the Thundra
4. My Winter of Forgotten Souls
5. Raw Ravens Journey
6. Thulcandra
7. Slaughtered in a Misanthropic Intent
8. The Return of Animalian Bloodlust
9. Nostalgia Freeze the Norse Reaper
1. Veistu hve blota skal?
2. Carcass Carried by the Scrawls of Titanbats
Hovering calls onto white Chasms Fog
awakes him of his midnightly Dreams
gathering Tortures and unheaven Screams
gleams in his Eyes with an hungering Glare.
Yes you almighty Sins of unholy Nosferatu
your loyal Slaves sail to the Temple of Stormblood
now able to freeze Hope to Disease
and to wither all Flowers in bloom
Visions of stone sharpened Scythe
of mature Thoughts and tapering Teethe
icons so real as my Flesh and Blood
When all elapses faster than Time
Only Violent stays and the shed holy Wine
is the dripping blood of Hytnnghas
Misanthrophe hunts in leather Skin
vast their Lands of Fern and Fen
and whenever this Fog do pour
Man slaughtered by this Creature
There your Race elapses faster than Time
and your Carcass will be lifted forever away.
3. Me the Thundra
Rock and Stone built up ny Home
Moor and Wood grow on my Hood
I am Tundra in wolfish Shields
Me the Tundra the stanny Fields
Their dark and eery Nights
Me the Tundra the Sailor of Sights
Rock and Stone built up my Home
Moor and Wood grow on my Hood
A Change once brought an End
For me to be a Mankinds Friend
My Path begins and left them blind
My Path now hides
And bewilder their Mind.
Rock and Stone built up my Name
Moor and Wood grow on my Hood
And many swampy Meadows
And cold hard Winds and Stones
Tortures their thin tender Bones
Me the Tundra me, I ant Blasphemy
I am Misahthrophy,
...me the Tundra...
the mighty cannibal Hordes...
4. My Winter of Forgotten Souls
When the right cover s the land,
how a corpsecloth.
When the moon with's pale light
brake through the branches to the ground.
When the fog slid through the wood
with great effort
and wraps villages and valleys with grey veil.
The day tuns to night
and the life in the dark forests wake up.
Howling wolves decide the time
of silence and oblivion.
When the wind blows though the olds walls,
he relates the tales from the glorious battles.
Now the souls of the dead comes back
from the forgotten wood...they
were silent witnesses from the past.
The dawn drive the right away
and with her goes the fog.
A new day has began
in this senseless life...
The night turns to day,
the life of the night goes back,
and the howling of the wolves disappears,
and the daily life returns
...that capture us.
5. Raw Ravens Journey
Sudden awakening, oh these fiercy screams
One eye is searching the mankind
And the black hail is falling with wings
“a colesblack caravan”
such words are carried by concerned voices
“you bloodhorny murderes”
such words sounds in my ears
Ravens raw journey
pushed by the slaughter
Sudden laughing, of me
While I squander my time by comfort the Old
I am their betrayal, the premessenger of the ravens
I show my pity by deriding this narrows
My hate is summoned by every scream
Wheter ravens or human nature
Ravens raw journey
Pushed by the slaughter
Sharp horns hard as stone
Attacked by its cruel alone
And provides me in illest splendor
Until they return to the haze
And to their rocky havens
Goodbye you gruesome slaughterravens
6. Thulcandra
7. Slaughtered in a Misanthropic Intent
Slew down to the plateau of inhumanity
Slashed down by the swords...
It sounds so virgin - clear out the forest and into my ear
Slaughtered in a misanthrophic intent...
8. The Return of Animalian Bloodlust
A bell tolls in the midst of night
Small hamlets there now left by light
Darker mists blew over the legions of frost
And its humans lie slumbering
In rabid darkness lost
Like a time of greed is coming
With pale spindly hands
...Mysteriis of this rapacious lands
Sharper sins winged the darker crafts
And eery screams of animalian tombs
Are carried through the wooden wombs
By cold bloodsquirting storms
...haunting...hunger...despair...
It let wristle this winds
Through their stretched human skins
And tentacles grow of dead mouldering soils
And the animalian bloodlust returned
Whizzing out the tangled forests
Towards a whiff of decay
And still death is ruling
From november to may
It is so bleak and rather pure
Or just unique a weird nature
9. Nostalgia Freeze the Norse Reaper
If nostalgia freeze the norse reaper
The storms are near to escape
Raped are the Fields...
His Harvest gone with hunger
Mourn...Mother of many Nights
If their priests had failed
In the gallows of Nindalf
A short sleep is now for eternity...
Through the Mysteriis of the northern marshes
Towards his freezing winds
Followed his prince to lifeless sorrow
Encircled by jagged ruins
Nostalgia freeze the norse reaper
Where death strangles with his dreary shadows
Endless fallow lying soils
And cattles were torn by a vultures stampede
Weakness was banned out his castle
A poison that offers her secrets
And still standing bare...
Now all power´s gone for an eternal death
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