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The witchborn queen, leader of demonic whores
Profane mistress, captor of sin
Sworn to feed the ill and the weak
and bring their women and men into temptation
Eliza, the whore of the night
attends the sabbath, the theatre of lust
The hunter is in the ring, caressing folds of flesh
- Diabolical intercourse profound
She who brings horror to the insane
and haunts the sick and its kind
Selector of innocent holy infants
tempting their flesh, poisoning their mind
The young harlot, who acts by the trust of her fate
Cursed beneath the hands of doom, the grand master of hate
For her and hers the bells chime
Damnation's own
Evil superior siren, moonchild domain
- A sculpture for the holy to burn
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Endelost du kriget pa steppene
Nadelost du herjet i fjellene
Du tok dine seire med storm
Knuste fienden ved din hand
Oh, Attila!
Gjor meg til din tjener
Oh, Attila
Ta meg til din h?r
Du levde i morke
Du vandret i sorg
Du plyndret med stal til hest
En stolt og stridig konge
Som erobret hver en borg
For sa a heise fanen til fest
Attila, hunnernes konge
Krigenes herre, var far
Du hentet din styrke fra morke
Og pa tokt med deg jeg na drar
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The quest for Azunda hath drawn near
The young king, the chaos he brings
With iron grip's sword, chants come forth
The child of dark he is
In prophecy, chaos not near
In chaos, prophecies began
This child of dark, hath foreseen
He makes his own destiny
The magic he creates is from his will
The magic of Azunda, he shall receive
Iron grip's sword guides his path
To the place which is no more
The journey to this place is creation
In this creation, he shall be
Living for himself and his destiny
In his path, lies of the prophecies
In his mind he sees another
Who wishes to receive, Azunda
He sees light within in his enemy
And laughs at the prophecy
His will and his word is his sorcery
He is waiting for thee
To put an end to this prophecy
Azunda, give your power to me
The child of dark has found thee
And now must destroy, evil thee
Iron Grip's sword has gone through thee
Now, Azunda is mine for all to see
The king's task has been complete
The chaos has begun for all to see
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Langt der borte I mørket
Gjennom tretopper der månelys driver
Langt der borte I all tåke
Inn gjennom min sjel den sorte angst river
På de mosegrodde steiner de seg viser
Når nattemørket har senket seg over
Ekkoene fra deres grufulle jamring
Endel stø du kan høre
I horisonten langt vekk
Skimtes den sigende skodde
Horder av ild rider månelyset I flokk
Ved daggry de samles ved en bortgjemt odde
Den iskalde snoen
Har kommet
Denne gang
I evig fokk
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[Accept cover]
It is 1999
The human race has to face it
They are confronted with the truth
It's secret--mysterious
A surgeon said it in the news
The human race is dying
But the result is no disease
Searching for you
Metal heart--metal heart
They found it everywhere
Metal heart--metal heart
Lifeless piece of steel
The scaring fact was even told
Total confusion
They found the same nightmare
Heartbeats--time bombs
Metal heart--metal heart
Unplugged they're dying
Metal heart--metal heart
Unplugged they die
Metal heart--metal heart
They found it everywhere
Metal heart--metal heart
Lifeless piece of steel
Metal heart--metal heart
Unplugged they're dying
Metal heart--metal heart
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Gjennom tidelŒse morkne drŒmmer
I fuktig hŒstvind ober landstrakte vidder
Mot Sorias fjellheim
Kommer jeg, en fandens ridder
Glatt er runen p… det hŒye fjell
Gnidd vekk av regn og vind
Dragende kraft av ondskap lurer
Her ved trollheims muldne grind
Fortumlet av dette mŒrke byggverk
Med rŒvet gull fra lyets pakt
Brukt som spott til … senke
Deres murer
Vi grunder over dette riket
S… vakkert fylt med tidelŒs skumring
Som en stjerne i tomsindighetens juv
Det bringer frem en nattlig mimring
Over tanker fra en vissen tid
Drott til himmels er det reist
Av tidens endelŒse svarte minner
Stormbl…st ut av det sorte indre
Har bergflint rullet fra mo til kneist
Undring og angst samler seg i natten
I mŒrket som ruver om spiret
For ingen dag kan veien hit
Intet lys kan luske frem
Der sorg har beseiret alle gleder
Og bygd et land p… menneskets jord
Fylt med isklad prakt og heder
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Master of disharmony
welcome my tained 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 the cowardness
Save me from the cawardness
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
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By the light of the moon
And the beeings of the night
A curse has been laid upon us
To seek and tear celestial gloss to pieces
By the power of death
And the shadow of the reaper
A call has been brought upon us
To complete the infinite fall of heaven
Without the wit or will to end this journey
We continue travelling towards our faith
Harvesting helpless Christian spirits
Raping the sanctity of saints
The heavenly father is streching his hand
Pathetically begging for mercy
We spit and piss on his sacred flesh
As we breathe the breath of the unholy
For with the sign of the pentagram
Hellfire rage is for us to come
As we shall wander the pit
Uhallowed by the infernal one
We are forever captured
By the embrace of death
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