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Dark Funeral
LoNe_WolFDate: Saturday, 2007-06-23, 9:10 PM | Message # 1
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King Antichrist

This is the story of the Antichrist's son, born from the union of two.
Not from a virgin alone as for god, the son of perdition he will be born in sin.
Like the great serpent in the wayside he sits,
Waiting to wound those who justice's path walks.

They will be killed in an agonizing death,
Struck with the poison of his wickedness.
God he raises the lowly, our king he casts them out.
Instead of condemn all the sinners, they will be magnified.

Sin stand for beauty, sin stands for life.
Sexual sin is every man's right.
He will exalt the wicked of man,
Our king the Antichrist.

Just as the lord and redeemer foresaw,
A suitable place for his son to be born.
So did the devil, he knew a place.
From which all evil could root,
It was Babylon.

He will come to Jerusalem with various tortures,
And slay all the Christians he can not convert to his cause.
He'll destroy the human race as far as he can,
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And on the last day,
He will destroy himself.

God he raises the lowly, our king he casts them out.
Instead of condemn all the sinners, they will be magnified.

Sin stand for beauty, sin stands for life.
Sexual sin is every man's right.
He will exalt the wicked of man,
Our king the Antichrist.

Sin stand for beauty, sin stands for life.
Sexual sin is every man's right.
He will exalt the wicked of man,
Our king the Antichrist.



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LoNe_WolFDate: Saturday, 2007-06-23, 9:11 PM | Message # 2
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Artrum Regina

My nocturnal queen,
Infernal, earthly and divine.
There on your knees,
My beloved concubine.
You look deep into my eyes,
As your mouth opens wide.
Lips moves up and down,
Soon in demon seed you'll drown.

Now close your eyes my love,
Drink my essence, and forever you'll be mine.

Atrum Regina, my nocturnal queen.
Atrum Regina, you fulfil me.

Now rise in front of me,
Oh how I wish to enter thee,
Of lust overwhelmed.
Is this a dream, or is this real.

Now bend down,
Feel my claws runs up your back.
As I enter thee, with full force from behind.
Feel how the demon seed, ejaculate inside.
Goddess of my dreams, my beloved concubine.

Atrum Regina, my nocturnal queen.
You fulfil me, Atrum Regina.



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LoNe_WolFDate: Saturday, 2007-06-23, 9:12 PM | Message # 3
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Final Ritual

Long have I waited, and long have I lain here alone.
Cold and starving in the dark.
Moment by moment I am drifting closer,
To the land of the dead.

An incessant noise echoes in my skull,
It twines and vibrates down my spine.
Fanning out to the raw endings of my nerves.

The noise grows louder, its source looming closer
in a tightening spiral.
The center can not hold, things fall apart.
It takes all the strength I have just to open my eyes.

Is this really what dying feels like?

Ritual begins when the moon are at crest,
And I call for the ancients to guide me through the gates.
The silver-moon white blade so cold against my skin,
And the warm crimson blood glistening in the dark.

I am sealed in my own tomb,
After nine days of fast,
The ritual will begins long and painful it will be,
And most likely I will not come out alive...
But I made up my mind,
There is no turning back now.
The utter destruction of light,
The end of my life.

Ritual begins when the moon are at crest,
And I call for the ancients to guide me through the gates.
The silver-moon white blade so cold against my skin,
And the warm crimson blood glistening in the dark.
I have formed my intensions,
The shadows gather, thickening the air.
I submit myself to the darkness,
And I throw myself, into the abyss.

Ritual begins...

Is this really what dying feels like?

Ritual begins when the moon are at crest,
And I call for the ancients to guide me through the gates.
The silver-moon white blade so cold against my skin,
And the warm crimson blood glistening in the dark.
I have formed my intensions,
The shadows gather, thickening the air.
I submit myself to the darkness,
And I throw myself, into the abyss.

I offer thee, my flesh and blood.
Guide me through the gates.
Grant to me, eternal life.
The ultimate sacrifice



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Message edited by LoNe_WolF - Saturday, 2007-06-23, 9:14 PM
 
LoNe_WolFDate: Saturday, 2007-06-23, 9:13 PM | Message # 4
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[Music by Lord Ahriman. Lyrics by Emperor Magus Caligula]
Heart of Ice

They howl in the night,
They are the children of the damned.
Cursed to live in darkness,
With a soul and a heart of ice.
Heart of ice.....
As nightfall sets in, they crawl out from their caves.
Where they been hiding from the sunlight rays,
Until the moon calls out their names.

The endless search for fresh blood.

The never-ending hunger, burns their inside.
Like a flame from hell, never easing pain.
They are the living shadows, cursed to live in black.
You can see the reflection of the moon, in their empty eyes.

Look deep in their eyes, as the burning flames of hell arise.
Burning in their empty souls.

They move in the night, like a pack of wolves.
Hunting down their victims, there is no escape.
As nightfall sets in, they crawl out from their caves.
Where they been hiding from the sunlight rays,
Until the moon calls out their names.
The never-ending hunger, burns their inside.
Like a flame from hell, never easing pain.

They howl in the night,
They are the children of the damned.
Cursed to live in darkness,
With a soul and a heart of ice.



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metallistDate: Sunday, 2007-06-24, 11:56 AM | Message # 5
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Dark Funeral-Diabolis Interium

Diabolis Interium
I wander along the path of darkness.
Heart so cold, skin so pale.
Driven forth by the question,
My answers are written in blood.
Sweet Christian blood.
You can't escape my wrath,
For I am one of the lords.
I am the keeper of your pain,
I am the holder of the spear.
Like a serpent I'm slithering,
In a maze of sin and filth

Look down, you so called god.
Step down, from your heavenly throne.
Let your divine tears of blood, rain over us.
And behold what I do to your servants.....
And behold what I do to your servants....

I am a demon that dwells in the darkest flame.
The evil from inside....
I am a demon, king of the darkest realm.
For I am Satan......

Diabolis Interium.
Diabolis Interium.

You can't escape my wrath,
For I am one of the lords.
I am the keeper of the key to the cosmic pain,
I am the holder of the spear.
Like a serpent I'm slithering,
Through your world divine.

Diabolis Interium.
Diabolis Interium.



-----"Gje han evig kvile-----
------Gje han sjelefred------
------Gje han sælt minne!"--
 
metallistDate: Sunday, 2007-06-24, 11:57 AM | Message # 6
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Dark Funeral-Hail Murder

In the dungeon so cold, sits the Nazarene son.
His eyes filled with tears, his soul with fear.
Asking himself, where is my god now?
Preacher of lies, soon to be nailed.
Hail murder, your god of filth wont help you now.
Hail murder, soon to meet the evil one.

Carry your cross, to your own doom.
Meet the people's hatred.
You will die amongst the dirt, where you belong.

Christian blood soon will cover the ground.
As I drive the nails of evil, deep inside.
A crucified whore, that's what you are.
The only crown you have, is one made of thorns.

Hail Murder, your god of filth wont help you now.
Hail murder, soon you to meet the evil one.
Hail murder, as the nails are hammered in deep.
Hail murder, I am the spear in his side.

Carry your cross, to your own doom.
Meet the people's hatred.
You will die amongst the dirt, where you belong.

The demons fly high, they circle above.
Waits for his blood to stop flow, and to collect his soul.
The lord of lies, soon to die.
Thousand of years of pain await.

Hail Murder, your god of filth wont help you now.
Hail murder, soon you to meet the evil one.
Hail murder, as the nails are hammered in deep.
Hail murder, I am the spear in his side.



-----"Gje han evig kvile-----
------Gje han sjelefred------
------Gje han sælt minne!"--
 
metallistDate: Sunday, 2007-06-24, 12:01 PM | Message # 7
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Dark Funeral-Goddess Of Sodomy

Come forth, the goddess of sodomy.
My body is the source of pain, bow.
Worship me.......And suck my soul.
Every single hole in you is mine, so now.
Obey.........
Deep inside, you feel me pulsate.
More and more and more.
I hear you groan, you want me inside.
Again, again, again, again......
You give me pleasure, I offer you pain.
The highest level of ecstasy, sexually insane.

Behind my mask of pretending, I hide.
In my dominion of pain.....

I am your god, I am your believes.
I control your desire, with my godlike white salted wine.

Behind my mask of pretending, I hide.
In my dominion of pain.....

I am the way to the land of your pleasure.
I am the way to your eternal lust......



-----"Gje han evig kvile-----
------Gje han sjelefred------
------Gje han sælt minne!"--
 
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