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TROLL LYRICS
"The Last Predators" (2000)
1. Bastards Last Breath (intro)
2. Fall over the Marbeled Galaxy
3. Seierens stråler
4. Mending the Instincts
5. Colony x-11: Inflict Mythical Mayhem
6. My Glance into the Narrow Room
7. Eyes as in I
8. A.T. the riddle
9. The Last Predators
10. Frelserens Visjoner
11. Outro
1. Bastards Last Breath (intro)
2. Fall over the Marbeled Galaxy
I drained the wixen's,
stole their elixir of life.
I emerged with the titans,
formed slowly by the stalacties above.
Nourished only by burning fanatism.
Driven by the boiling blood.
Lies, lies. Christ, christ.
I am the avenger of Sodom,
I am the slayer of man.
Free from eden's frail fence,
free from the earthly "goods" of
the carpenters son.
Join the last predators.
Ride to obtain the vacant paradise,
prowl prudent into the empty pantheon.
Burn in peacefull reason.
I am the avenger of Sodom,
the slayer of man.
Free from eden's frail fence,
free from the earthly "goods" of
the carpenters son
3. Seierens stråler
Jeg holdt tiden i mine-
akk- så alt for menneskelige hender.
Blottet solen for dens glans,
og åpnet mørkesidens eldede portaler.
Stormet ut i nattens storhet,
tok dagens fagre stunder inn i mørket.
Spant Satans drømmer i mitt rike.
Jeg spottet marken som de gikk på.
Forkastet de som betvilte mine kreasjoner.
Jeg vandret veien ut til dødens favn,
spant mitt drømmevev,
den sorte seiret.
Lyset som var før så priset,
kastet nå kun døde mørke stråler over
Satans klode.
Jeg priset deres tårer.
Ett berg av eim,
sanse syke farger på en ellers klattet himmel.
Hyrden famlet i sin grav.
Sorg tunge mål som håp for endeløse masser.
En tid av torner,
klamret seg til lysets "varmende" løgn.
4. Mending the Instincts
Again, again as one.
As I penetrate your paradise.
Feast in sweat and utter passion.
Rumbeling to the beak of dawn.
Lust's, raging lust's.
Ready for the red flesh.
Gasp, gasp for air.
Scream and feel the revelation.
Waves of heat,
rivers of your tasty brew,
mastrubating loudly in the chapel.
Covering the shrine with mingeling millions,
heading for it's destination in the deep's.
Lust's, raging lust's.
Ready for the red flesh.
Gasp, gasp for air.
Scream and feel the revelation.
Blood on the sheet's,
blistered limbs.
See me come in a hale of light!
Mending the instincts!
Mending the instincts!
Lust's, raging lust's.
Ready for the red flesh.
Gasp, gasp for air.
Scream and feel the revelation.
Mending the instincts!
5. Colony x-11: Inflict Mythical Mayhem
As the spectacular killer's rose,
towards the moon,
a chain of glory.
Coiled by the bitter taste of victory,
we saw them coming as they went.
Marvelous to see the silent side.
A sign to come,
a birth to swallow.
The dawn of a new sun.
The bringers bones,
a sacred servant,
for he,
he drained the song we sailed for.
Present was the time gap screaming.
Soft, but still surrounded.
Soft, but still surrounded.
Marvelous to see the silent side.
A sign to come,
a birth to swallow.
The dawn of a new sun.
6. My Glance into the Narrow Room
Vandrende, alene.
Herre over egen skjebne.
Fortsatt kun for noen,
simpelten en brikke plassert i live
for å flyttes.
Akk så snevre grenser,
usømmelig å tøye.
"Sannheten" florerer der,
bak fasadens murer.
Tabu's palasser,
skriker etter sjeler.
Arvede normer, altså plagiat!
Hvem bygde så en sådan bremsekloss
på "vår" klode?
Hvem forpurret individ?
Hvem kalket sine vegger
og kalte dem for rene?
Prikker på en måne,
ubetydelig luft!
Men svarene det har de,
plantet godt i hug.
Tappet for evulosjon,
som en elv av olje...
Substans av fortid.
Slikt ett lite univers.
Slik en praktisk fabrikert tilværelse.
Slikt et falmet paradoks.
Og for dette skal man strebe!?!
7. Eyes as in I
Six as in my senses found,
the number stood in flames,
multiplied with me and one.
The glass jar cage proudly went away
as waters cried it's name.
Wings burn and I kiss the sky.
Beholde my storms,
materialised plagues.
I am the prodigy of light without life.
My witness at the gates,
breeds silent as my look's take form.
I am the torch,
as fire takes me home,
I am the touch of time,
as signs still sends me down,
above
8. A.T. the riddle
A.T. The riddle brazen sculptures rise.
I find my visions in the deeps,
blue liquid fields surrounds.
Turn the page become the man,
civilisation sand.
Absorbed into the heaven's,
in the caves where no light
strikes these elements.
A.T. The riddle brazen sculptures rise.
I find my visions in the deeps,
blue liquid fields surrounds.
Above is beneath,
as air and fire is defeat.
Two factors counting,
lurking in my speach.
Turn the page become the man,
civilisation sand.
Absorbed into the heaven's,
in the caves where no light
strikes these elements.
9. The Last Predators
So did you loose yourself along the way?
As I guided you into new dimensions.
Clouded as you were,
still should have seen,
it all was set to scene,
just for the pleasure of my enjoyable amusement.
Traveled so far you say,
still standing in the circle that I drew.
Innhaled, Exhaled,
used and put to sleep.
Made, unmade,
consumed for higher means.
Take this plastic rase in a single bite,
renovate the planet,
make it right! Make it right!
My encouraging words,
just a twist of the truth.
All this and more,
not for the means of my control,
but simply for a single fact:
it please my mind to drag you down.
Mental abusers,
the last predators.
Mental abusers.
Innhaled, exhaled,
used and put to sleep.
Made, unmade,
consumed for higher means.
10. Frelserens Visjoner
Og Kosmos hvilte i min skygge.
Ventet, lengtet.
Reiste seg i askens tårer.
Jeg ledet ann til deres frelse!
Varmen var som solen i mitt rike,
svunnet henn og nå så "savnet".
For hans kryptiske visjoner,
skal din dårskap evig vike.
Jeg ledet ann til deres frelse!
Kledt i solen sto jeg kronet.
Kastet tiden fra min side,
bygget mørkets kreasjoner,
eldet?
I Satans saler fant du livet!
11. Outro
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