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ULFHETHNAR LYRICS
"Essence of Superiority" (2005)
1. War Triumphant
2. Dirlewanger
3. Black Banner of Pride
4. Closing The Circle
5. Crush The Red
6. Elite Militia
7. Dim Light
8. The Evil In The Deepest of The Winds
1. War Triumphant
2. Dirlewanger
3. Black Banner of Pride
Where summits collide and streams turn to icewhere night drips damp blood and thick clouds wage warwhere lands are aghast and shades spread afarthere we erect our black banner of pride.Where soil is too low and mist covers allwhere foul corpses pile and life turns to dustwhere mankind is scum and pestilence reignsthere we still fight under our banner of pride.Where a base stinking race holds the reins of all ourswhere weak dogmas stretch their domes to the skiesand vile social thoughts trample hierarchies downthere war shall wield our black banner of pride.Battle for those of us who are still proud mentriumph for those who hold the black standard high.
4. Closing The Circle
Closing the circle and all which to it belongsHurting, wounding, trucidatingFountain of dark, damned feelingsBegotten in noctambulant trancesAnd suffered by day in weak humiliated soulsBy beings worthy of selfishness and coldnessA coldness to act and to show the covenantClosing the circle arisesThe most somber seduction and an inner satisfactionInculcated eternally, for ever, in a continual ecstasy,Fecundated amid the mists,Sole dawn allowed in the immensity of these shadowsBringing a virginal blood-red, desirable,Which the circle takesOffering it to its innermost feelingsRejuvenating the darkest pleasure of belongingOnly this is comprehensible intimatelyClosing the circle, thusMortals in their purest cycleDisturbing the slumber of ancient powerTo complete the circle.
5. Crush The Red
The empire of the clouds has fallen downnew lies are handled so to surviveshaking hands with the pigs they seem to hatefrom decadence is rising up the socialist State.A fertile soil of democratic mirea progressive counter-culture of values vilemerchant masses imbecilized by medias' spellfrom pity and lies the power is now red.A foul metamorphosis into a lamblow speeches wrung from misery and plantsdrowning human strength in basest decadenceachieving the goal of changing the owners of the same.They buy the bright lies sold by themselvesusing of propaganda and masses' ignoranceof periodism, schools and the culture of the Statewe have to crush the red before it is too late.
6. Elite Militia
In search of a force to gain the power to dominatei just can find around weak slaves of vicewhich humiliate and prostitute their pridemiserable beings just worthy a crown of thorns.I just think of destroying themto let them burn in frosti just think of destroying themto let them burn in frost.I shall purify the blood, i shall cleanse my landsin search of a pure mind and a pure strengthto ennoble the militia and to exterminate the mediocre scumfor the return of the ancient hierarchies.
7. Dim Light
With my inner self full of arrogancei disdain my future in the summit of the mountainamid the coldest solitude.I have learned to die, i have learned to dieto die in the deepest sensethe fear of the end is the source of all want of hateand that fear is born just when hate itself begins to vanish.I replaced the dim light of dayby the shining of the nameless, profane night.I have learned to die, i have learned to dieto die in the deepest sensethe fear of the end is the source of all want of hateand that fear is born just when hate itself begins to vanish.
8. The Evil In The Deepest of The Winds
Devoted to the pleasures of coldness and darknessTo the somber powers of sublime honours and praisesIt's the hate in the deepest of the whipping nightIt's the evil in the deepest of the windsSatisfying the hunger for murdersWhich incites a desire of clemency in the enemiesUnder the frozen sword, offerings to the stormyDreadful deity of the agesHarden my soul with your wrathGranting me your offspringProud of its majestic hate and mightLeaning at my feet are the incredulous in painBarren lands entreating for bloodand for your beating strengthUnholy coldness reigning now and forever, source of all my pleasuresEternally at my grace lie the kings of the forbiddenIt's the hate in the deepest of the whipping nightIt's the evil in the deepest of the winds.
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