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OLD MAN'S CHILD LYRICS
"Devil's Path / In the Shades of Life" (1999 Split)
1. Master Of Disharmony
2. Devil's Path
3. Nocturnal Fear (Celtic Frost cover)
4. Nocturnal Fear (Celtically Processed) (Celtic Frost cover)
5. St. Aidens Fall
6. Seed Of The Ancient Gods
7. Manet Of Sorgfull Igjennom Skogen
8. The Old Man's Child
9. ...Og Jeg Iakttok Dødsrikets Inntog
1. Master Of Disharmony
Master of disharmony
Welcome my tainted soul
Take me from the hordes of the living
Into the blessed darkness
Master of disorder
Take my impure flesh
Lead me unto the path of temptation
Save me from cowardness
Master of sin
Take my cursed heart
Bring me where I can find salvation
For I am the damned
Master of death
Take my pitiful life
I am enslaved
I shall never forget the pain
Master of sin
Take my cursed heart
Bring me where I can find salvation
For I am the damned
Master of death
Take my pitiful life
I am enslaved
I shall never forget the pain
2. Devil's Path
Never shall the sun kiss my face
And caress me with its burning light
For I dwell in the shadows
And sleep side by side with death
In dark desire I embrace the whore
Giving her an escape from an unworthy life
For with the appearance of a fallen angel
I serve darkness
I am a prince among the damned
As I've been for an eternity
The monark in a dark paradise
Cursed by life and the living
Oh tremble not my immortal heart
Trough you beat in the shadows of death
Eternal life is the blessing
And I shall rule for another thousand years
3. Nocturnal Fear (Celtic Frost cover)
Obscurity hides the plateau
Stars darken in their place
Nanna's glowing above
Illuminates the silent scenery
(Chorus)
Seven they are Yezidi's call
Aeon of night Eager to Prevail
From the mountains of dawn they cry
The call of the frantic god
From the womb of mother earth they scream
The wage of creation and sin
("The sleeping lord awakes
Tiamat pulls at her chains,
The blind phantom rages
Azag Thoth howls
Vibrations at the black ether's edge
As nocturnal fear penetrates the land
Ecstatical celebrations at their zenith
The seven sharpen their claws...")
Winds emerge from the east
Deep, dark water moves
Even the cold it don eclipses
When they adore the dog-faced beast
(Chorus)
As they admit the infernal tide
The eye on the throne derides
The old gods and their tribes
in chaos Tiamat laughs pride...
4. Nocturnal Fear (Celtically Processed) (Celtic Frost cover)
Obscurity hides the plateau
Stars darken in their place
Nanna's glowing above
Illuminates the silent scenery
(Chorus)
Seven they are Yezidi's call
Aeon of night Eager to Prevail
From the mountains of dawn they cry
The call of the frantic god
From the womb of mother earth they scream
The wage of creation and sin
("The sleeping lord awakes
Tiamat pulls at her chains,
The blind phantom rages
Azag Thoth howls
Vibrations at the black ether's edge
As nocturnal fear penetrates the land
Ecstatical celebrations at their zenith
The seven sharpen their claws...")
Winds emerge from the east
Deep, dark water moves
Even the cold it don eclipses
When they adore the dog-faced beast
(Chorus)
As they admit the infernal tide
The eye on the throne derides
The old gods and their tribes
in chaos Tiamat laughs pride...
5. St. Aidens Fall
Norse soldiers armed with virtue,
hearts of steel, minds filled with dignity,
Once they sailed across the open sea,
their eyes glowed with death-joy, and glory.
Brave men of endless strength,
as they sailed across the open sea.
Weak men in brown robes cried for mercy,
screamed for help to god almighty.
The ultimate warrior force,
crushed them neath their iron hand.
Mightiest conquerers ever, to be seen,
they were sent from an old foreign land,
waded in blood battle until the end,
a gift of strength,
given from Wotan high.
Turned their gods and their ships to the north,
the waves upon the water were like ripples in their minds.
Entered than the ancient land of darkness,
as they soon would turn their ships again.
Norse soldiers armed with virtue,
hearts of steel, minds filled with dignity,
Once they sailed across the open sea,
their eyes glowed with death-joy, and glory.
6. Seed Of The Ancient Gods
Whipping tears from the sky,
as the forsaked throne embrace it`s soul.
With blood on their hands,
and high-raised swords,
the ancient gods command.
Fading the forest the shadows of the past,
with the ravens command they march onward.
Swear by the moon and the stars in the sky,
as they bend down and greet to their gods.
A cold mist now hovers their ground,
as they gather for war, mighty and proud.
Shadows appear from behind the torchlight,
slowly arise from the deepest fog.
The pestering storms,
the raging battles forward from the north.
An ancient myth of a time to come,
a black hole, an empty grave.
A birth of a forthcoming master,
the darkening sky.
The fallen life as the stars die,
in the gloom they rise.
The crowned one`s,
of ancient times.
Fading the forest the shadows of the past,
with the ravens command they march onward.
7. Manet Of Sorgfull Igjennom Skogen
Tårer faller som tungt høstregn,
i et kaldt desemberlandskap.
Tårer for min stolthet og min verdighet.
På min ferd inn i ensomheten,
inn i skogens mørke.
Til mine sorgers opphav jeg går,
i skam.
Jeg fylles av satans makter,
og en dyster harmfull fred.
Et kall fra hans land,
jeg skal synke i dødens vann,
og fare med strømmene mot dødens land.
Hun slikker mine kinn,
mens døden lokker kan jeg skimte hans rike.
Triste øyne og spake stemmer,
følg min dragning mot gravens kalde mørke.
Tårer faller som tungt høstregn,
i et kaldt desemberlandskap.
Tårer for min stolthet og min verdighet.
Så i mørket skal vi atter reises for krig mot lyset,
vi skal herje, jagende vårt bytte.
Som en storm skal vi rive i filler hans rike,
under mørkets klinge skal vi dø.
I en tapper krig,
jeg skal dø.
Aldri stride mere,
kom drikk mine tårer.
Og mot din grotte vandre.
I din grotte vi skal rå.
På min ferd inn i ensomheten,
inn imot skogens mørke.
Til mine sorgers opphav jeg går,
med hat.
Hun fuktet mine lepper,
mens døden lokker har jeg nådd ditt rike.
Triste øyne og spake stemmer,
følg min dragning mot gravens kalde mørke.
8. The Old Man's Child
Gods of ancient twilight,
glance the golden past,
let me enter your hidden gate,
let me know I am the last.
Rise nocturnal spirits,
eternal gods of the north,
blow your wind upon my flesh,
reach me your immortal force.
I dance through the winter storms,
all through a lifetime as man,
marching to the deepest fog,
to bend down beneath your ancient hand.
So engraved by battles for years,
but more mighty than ever,
with blood on my weapons I hunger,
for more (I shall never give up the war).
I`ll make this night my darkest intentions,
walking towards your kingdom,
winter of the norse evil,
I summon you to embrace and crown me.
Rise nocturnal spirits,
eternal gods of the north,
blow your wind upon my flesh,
reach me your immortal force.
9. ...Og Jeg Iakttok Dødsrikets Inntog
Kun opplyst av
kveldsstjernen.
Ventende uten kjærlighet, uten varme
død skal komme.
Så spill ut all mjød
og legg fjellene øde.
Måtte deres ruiner bli meg
en verdig grav.
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