Grim [Drum]

delight of the moon is burning inside
spiritless I lay on cryptic stones
mesmerising snow wait silent above me
and my yearn for frost grow strongly.
I am demon

a demon with a shadowed face
entering to my wintercoffin
awaiting to see the dawnless realms
staring into a ground of glass
a perfect view I could failed into my eyes
the unsilent storms in the north abyss

Gathering the horde on a mountain-side
Awaiting the morning bestial sunrise
Diabolic seven winds of hate
Breathe in the chasm of the realms
In clouds above horizon grey
A throne of ice
Watching silently with a warrior's eye

Winds of destruction fills our hearts
With joy portals to war lay before us
Fog in the distance is all I see
Born of the blackening sky of Blashyrkh
A raven's claws lifted towards the sky
Is a sign for the Norse hordes to ride
A sign for the Norse hordes to ride
Is the way for our enemies to die

In the mist of the twilight
You could see me come
To walk the endless woods alone
The earth is freezing
As I walk it become colder

Forever descending in a place of the moon
Where shadows moves with grotesque eyes
Where demons rise

Surrounded by black and mourning moonfog
And the eyes of the dark ones
Sempiternal woods wait only for me
A path opens clearly

The sun no longer rises
Over cold and forgotten valleys
The sun no longer rises
Where I walk and where I come

I believe in tragedies
I believe in desecration

To the north and into eternal winters
To the north in the grip of eternal frost

a whispering cry
heard from a casket of stone
sorrow reap the windscreen
I am here all alone
shades of grey cast to the sky
in the deepest night

icewinds tears drips on my unbeloved soul
coven of black mist sing for me
ceremonial hymns of the purest blasphemy
at one with the earth
alone with light in my eyes
the ravens circle around my tomb
as I dream the night
frozen by icewinds

Sons of northern darkness
Under the throne of the moon
United with forces of evil
And infernal doom

Lords of tragedies storm
As the valleys gates opens
Decayed lands of sorrow waits below
Storming through red clouds and holocaustwinds

Eyes in blades shining
Blades in eyes shining
Sons of northern darkness
Under the throne of the moon
United with forces of evil
And infernal doom
Storming through red clouds and holocaustwinds
Demonized by the closing Nordic lights

In an hour of the night I hear summoning voices
And wake from my funeral sleep
In time before light in crypts of eternal deeps
Dust from my grave blew away with the winds
On a cryptic journey unto the other side
Beneath the mountains and passed beyond the gate below
Floating evil reign with fear in these sarcastic caves
Enlightened into a blacker dark for there are wiew in darkness
The light is searching to save the souls of mine
It is blind and cant see the gate to immortality
Harnessbells hail my soul the gate is all known
See the eternity open
The light will dissapear it was never here

The mighty sound of damnation calls
As the holocaustsky draw near
Above the sorms over baeskade
Rule the power of the vrilla
It has come to ride the seven winters
With winds of war and winds of cold
Lightning strike the northland
Leading us into seasons of frost
Stand in the fog with so cold a heart
Watching the death of the sun
Valleys abound a thousand of coffins
The holocaust has just begun
It's the march of the blasphemous masses
Into damnation all will fall
Chapels of black unholy demons
Chanting the words of the funeral rites
Pure holocaust
Chanting the words of the funeral rites
Chapels of black unholy demons
Into damnation all will fall
Its the march of the blasphemous masses
The holocaust has just begun
Valleys about a thousands of coffins
Watching the death of a sun
Stand in the fog with so cold a heart