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SEARING SKULL LYRICS
"Pagan Realms" (2002 Demo)
1. Call Of The Horn
2. Hordes
3. Knights Of Death
4. Thunderlord
5. Glacial Moonfog
6. Pagan Rites
7. Raabjørn Speiler Draugheimens Skodde (Dimmu Borgir cover)
8. Northerner Ones
9. Worship Me
10. At The Gates Of Asgard
11. Return Of The Knights
12. Kaiser Of Northern Tribes
1. Call Of The Horn
2. Hordes
Hordes
It is a cold, cold wind
Blowing from the north
Night now is spreading
Warriors going forth
Take your white swords
Red lights in our eyes
Sparkling galwish’s wrath
Pagan north lords will lead us to Valhalla
Northern call of duty
Smashing down Christianity
Lords of unholy winds
Night shall make rise the ruins
Of the oldest CAER SKAAL
Realms of a north beneath
A sky which really lives
Without the gods of the three dominators
They shall die !!
HORDES !! fighters of the north
HORDES !! leaders of war
HORDES !! Crushing down enemies
HORDES !! Oh we shall be the purest ones ...
Northern call of duty
Smashing down Christianity
Lords of unholy winds
Night shall make rise the ruins
Of the oldest CAER SKAAL
Realms of a north beneath
A sky which really lives
Without the gods of the three dominators
They shall die !!
HORDES !! fighters of the north
HORDES !! leaders of war
HORDES !! Crushing down enemies
HORDES !! Oh we shall be the purest ones ...
3. Knights Of Death
Knights Of Death
onto the majestic plain
dark and funeral,
spreads the northern lords of the grimmest realms
long into the story of this legend, which never ends, I’ll try to escape from them
but my place is here
forever I shall live
to eternity I fight
For the Knights of Death
ghastly they move on the landscapes
as clouds in the mourning skies, which darken over me
never alone the fight to rape the lands they cross, they will stride to my land
but my place is here
forever I shall live
to eternity I fight
For the Knights of Death
into knight we extend
to become better
as the lords’ fights we are fighters for our realm
no time to waste , its maybe to late
but for my realm I’ll fight, against these knights
battle rages beneath the kingly mountains
nothing cans lice where we skirmish,
but the battle is ours, but the wind is with us
and the gods are enjoying this sacred fight
but my place is here
forever I shall live
to eternity I fight
For the Knights of Death
dead and unmajestic beneath the tall mountainsides
forest will kill those who shall flee
for the battle is good
for the blood runs red
for the gods enjoy
this skirmish for realms
but my place is here
forever I shall live
to eternity I fight
For the Knights of Death
4. Thunderlord
Thunderlord
Awakened, strong and proud
Blade of sword, taste of blood
I call the mighty name of the Thundergod
Toward our realms
We are still fighting
Heathen blood is our own
Fire is still burning under the ruins
I can listen to my spirit, to my veins
That the ancient path is shining like before
Hammer is the sign we have been waiting for
Thor !
We are true messengers
Sent to call back the hordes
Sons of winterlands
Into night we shall strike
Forever in darkness
We follow our gods
Expecting Valhalla
For Ragnarök we fight
Donar, Asa-thor,
Will now lead us
To the places where our enemies are hiding
Yes we are claiming
what belongs to us
unchaining our black magic over enemies realms
We are true Nordic warriors
Sent to kill muslims
Sons of our Lands
With pride we shall fight !
We are true messengers
Sent to call back the hordes
Sons of winterlands
Into night we shall strike
5. Glacial Moonfog
Glacial Moonfog
For eternity, as death sleeps in my eyes
Windrippled dunes, cold as my neverbreathing face
To heel what eternity brought here, screams of
Sacrificed ones which lay under this snow
Light in crystallized mind, to unrise like
funeral memories which killed me a bitter more
as I stride to these glacial snowinds
which encompass the darkened light, dark Sepulchering Daemons
night fog at my feet, nebular moonrise
shifting cries haunting a skyline which
never lived once again, I left those who
haven’t prostrate in front of us ... they are all dead now...
glacial fury of stormfighted realms
eternity stands in my hands darkness is mine
unlight my blood I stride to the north
so bitter cold are these winds that I shall leave...
in a glacial moonfog
you shall die together
look to my eyes
they didn’t bright anymore
they burn to enfrost your soul
glacial moonfog eternally
damn me, I don’t mind of your pathetic beliefs
I slay you for pagan frosted gods lead me to
Skirmished realms which were once standing there
As you die into their arms...
You‘ll never teach the unhallowed power
The might to discover the truth
To see in darkness, to breeze into this wind
Eternal are these landscapes in which I stride ...
in a glacial moonfog
you shall die together
look to my eyes
they didn’t bright anymore
they burn to enfrost your soul
moonfog eternally glacial
6. Pagan Rites
Pagan Rites
PAGAN RITES !!!(x3)
Into night we stride !
PAGAN RITES !!!(X2)
To unholy rites we blight !!
night ! into night we dwell ! feel the cold wave wind !
dark to dark we believe hidden from the world !
can’t you feel the noctambulant sunrise from doom ?
yeah!! That’s the way of the pagan masters! The pagan masterking!!
Masters of the doom rider, Atrebats of Hell!
Knights of the mothergodless, knights of night...
Like a knife into the sand
We will forever stand !
PAGAN RITES !!!(X2)
Into night we stride !
PAGAN RITES !!!(X2) To unholy rites we blight !!
Deepest as night goes in the forest
Choirs of dead bodies in the light,
Can’t you here the songs of the Elves ?
Join the phantasm land of the despaired lord .
Forever we shall fight for the spreading of the grim lands of darkness
7. Raabjørn Speiler Draugheimens Skodde (Dimmu Borgir cover)
8. Northerner Ones
Northerner Ones
A mightful wind blowing over mountains
Descending into the deepest valleys
And flowing to the plains
And all the realms beneath
A horn sound echoing in the forests
Like the night side moonlit
Someone or something is on the darkest paths
It’s us, flowing in infinity
Under a call of a horn
With the pride of our banner
To the realms of hordes
We are the northerners ones
Line by line our legions smashing
All enemies lurking places
Side by side we are still walking
Under the encounter firmament to blast the palaces
Mesmerizing forested snowface
To never make rise up enemies
From the realms of ice
A shrine in the tempested woods…
Northerner ones
Nothing else than the north
For a coming realm to born
To my wood throne you’ll look forth
For I’ve snow worn
Northerner ones
9. Worship Me
Worship Me
All the days, my thoughts were darkened, and my hopes were turned away,
My psyche, all deep in me, was rotten of sadness
But he came to me and give me his joy to live another day.I have prayed for him, to kill my illness My soul was given away
The I have discovered, all the things he has done
For him, thousands of knights of his killing machine
Have made a lot of souls gone
Still now for me the first fallen angel spreads its fulgent wings… But I am uncertain
Everyone who wants me to fall
Will know how the one who brings light
Can put you in disease insubstantial
But the wrath from above will blight Me to the book to reside eternal
He has just said …
Worship… Worship me
You don’t make out why,
He doesn’t know how
But worship, never stop to worship him …
The truth is always hard to deem.
If ain’t like them, so if I think different,
And if anyone finds me pathetic I can be sure that this person is worshipping him,
It is one of the worshippers, one of the pathetic
Never forget that they are my enemies
The skirmish is still neverending before me
For all the realms he had blighted from the books of creation,
And for all the days I will breathe For all the lives he has taken
, and for all the desperation
I can just might say loud and proud that I hate him
Dedicated to the war against hypocrisy For ever and a day, for all times after
I know what the other thinks about me, my sadness will guide me
But my battle isn’t for thee, through unholy thoughts, I think that
My encounter is for me I think he really hates me …
no one can understand me …
10. At The Gates Of Asgard
11. Return Of The Knights
The Return Of The Knights
Endless infernally forest soaking water from the panes of giant sepulchral trees
Asserting that skirmish is forever and a day gory
The knights are proud of their victory battling in disaster-proned country sides
Forever gory flows are running red on the hopelessness battlefields
Because sinistered minds are always battling again and over again
But this spectral forest is always the winner at all times and forever, the woodlands will win All battles
The dropping undergrowth of trees are still hiding from the light the true demonised face of Forest
Still the forest will win because forever the natural presence of the deepest valleys is forever
And a day around
The return of the knights you have expected it
The return of the knights your wish won’t be realized
They’re lost forever
However they will battle against forest demons
They’re lost forever
however they will battle against forest demons
circling above their corpses vultures and ravens will eat their flesh
they will be ate, they will die cos unfortunately they’re damned
But this spectral forest is always the winner at all times and forever, the woodlands will win All battles
Black wood is enshrined in the dampness of dark demonised lands
Still the confusion of miasma will hide unearthly atrocious beasts
All the ancient were knowing that the forest is ghostly but they didn’t listened to and they’re Now rebuked
The innermost dells aren’t the merely thing they must take care
Cos the law of the stronger is still the best and the best is still the stronger
The primeval granite won’t dry in these countries cos blacked spirits are dwelling in Dampness
12. Kaiser Of Northern Tribes
The Kaiser Of The Northern Tribes
In the cold and vast landscapes of the northlands, the runic power was sleeping, awaiting for a sign to rise up on earth once again. The ancient pagan realms of Scandinavia, Germany, Gaul and Britain were now fallen into Unpagan hands, which were coming from southern lands .
Enough time has passed ... Yggdrasil was suffering for his wasted lands and he reopened the gates of Hel and Asgardhr, so that the north gods and the Berserkers were free once again , and so the western world will soon be prostrating in front of the mightiest Norse Warrior : The Kaiser of the northern tribes ...
The plains lie open wide
On the grimly white horizon
Mjöllnir is in my possession
I shall follow the path O so far ...
Of our dead ancestors
We shall never prostrate
Just be ready my brothers
We will soon be avenged
Shall rise once more
The divine wrath on Midgardhr
Freyr shall lead us
Surely to this expected victory
Take your swords
Throw your lances up to the skies
It will be blessed
By the mighty gods of Asgardhr
My brothers gathering
Under a pale and warm north sun
The gods walk with us
(thunder in the surrounding clouds)
our hearts are Niflheimr’s
but our eyes are Muspellsheimr’s
our kenazs firing
we run on the plain
screaming for vengeance
towards realms of the south
Algiz and thurisaz
Are drawn on our shields
With the power of runes
Victory shall be ours
The realms of ice
Shall spread once more ...
They were proud and they were strong They followed my way through these Woods
The gods were summoning for our fight Holy Books worshippers were crushed Down to the ground
I will be the Kaiser of northern tribes
War chants in the skies
We still go to the south
The noise of our armours
Covered by screams
Lands of Christ, Allah and Yahweh Falling down under our strikes They will be put down to dust It has been written in Ørlög
That the Norse sacred tribes
Will take their lands back
Christians Moslems and Jews
Who thieved our sacred ground
Time is now came To destroy those bastards With no mercy
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