-Fermenting Innards / Myst-Год издания: 1995 Страна: Germany Жанр: Black/Death Metal Продолжительность: 00:46:53 Формат: MP3 Битрейт аудио: 160 kbps Тип рипа: tracks Наличие сканов в содержимом раздачи: нет-Состав: Marek Kassubeck - Drums Rico Spiller - Guitars, Vocals Mario Weinhold - Vocals Andreas Hilbert - Bass-Трэклист: 01 - Blood and Thunder (2:25)(Instrumental, written by Mortiis) 02 - Myst (5:15) 03 - Those burning thorns (7:03) 04 - Hateful (3:22) 05 - Transfiguration of the Withered Beauty (4:41) 06 - Eternal Sadness (6:08) 07 - Mourning (3:47)(Nirvana 2002 cover) 08 - The Rising in Northern Storm (5:21) 09 - Svartfoldet Hat (6:28) 10 - Battles on Ice (2:22)(Instrumental, written by Mortiis)
Kingdom called 'Myst' Builded up by my mind Born in me - I'm the majesty Believe in me - I'm my own lie Mystified in me Grows black old bright fight Satisfied in me Thorned by my own thicket Thicket made by feelings All paints out of work My kingdom is a forest Placed out of these world Nightfallen day Frozen but warmed by me No law like mine My judge mourned by me Builded up your own empire Out of those jewish law 'Myst' that's I require Join to my mighty war Kingdom called 'Myst' Builded up by my mind
Those burning thorns
Carving a stream of blood Downward the path Where Iused to quide, thousand stormy souls Carry a skull supposed to burn Into my forest Where I used to join, thousand flying owles My scars seems to grow And the feathers seems to fail All pain comes from below A rolling sky attract my sight Behind the stars in the night shall down A end of those things so bright Scream along with the winds To gather both soul and sins And to feel the eagle on my shoulder Bones from fallen souls Crimly collected ny spying gouls Feel the fire in a storm much colder My crown of burning thorns is handed Those burning thorns, shall......
Dypt inne i deg Er en trone Min trone Jeg er demonen Jeg foler ved din hud Foler din hud Jeg puster med din ande Puster din ande Hver en drape Av deg Stammer fra meg Druknet i din hud Din hud er et Bur for meg Dagen vil komme Da jeg skal bryte ut A knuse Jodekongen Som vil kveles I deres fredfulle oyne Loyn!
Transfiguration of the Withered Beauty
My honest you my eyes wide open - fear My honest you make me down in tears You struggle me without a shame - no shame You beat me down again and again I see you - I see you tonight I see you in Isegrimms garden Used like a whore my body gets poor You really make me sick - I gave you the kick In northern snow my hate will grow You'll never get my pardon - see you in Isegrimms garden A heart of ice the skin of snow I a clod world of hate I'll ever go Infected of love I fail like a tree Hate fool the eye the coldest god I see
He has gone into the sadness Stay with the tears on lips Empty rooms with partition Lost in a world of shit Desinfected floorstones shinning Cold breath on your eye Damned to nothing you are falling Empty souls in empty cases You feel bored into your own hell Payed's the price for you There's the border you have died in Lost the lasting gane Once you stay in age of boring Stay so tight to you He had lost, the darkness won He is dead but life goes in Once we stay in age of boring Once we stay in tear Expectation of his lost soul We crawl on this world Awaking in the guide through soulsides The great emperor He had lost, darkness won He is dead but life goes on
The Rising in Northern Storm
Relight my way up Up to these power In northern storm Were getting strong Through flames of ice Handed on mighty storm I walk Into the flames I rise Through stones of fire Drowned in mighty stream I walk In fog and thunder I praise Rising up to Vallhall get the mightiest out of all Rising up to the one- eyed Through flames of ice Watched by one- eyed father I walk Into his hall I rise Through stones of fire Guarded by fathers arms I walk In fog and thunder his son rises Rising up to Vallhall get the mightiest out of all Rising up to the one- eyed
Kvister av aarenes godhet er knert Hatet vokser seg stort og sterkt Bildet av kvitekrist har rivnet Fra blost av hedensk kraft Flammer griper om seg Ikke for tygghet, men som vaapen Lenge har hedenske sjeler blitt demmet Vinder fra nord skal igien blaase Uten varme, men med kulde Frosten skal igien dominere fjell og skog Til pinsle for et kristenmanns hjerte Igien skal vi vandre over hoeye fjell Og gjennom skog der ulv fryktes Med et og samme blod Bundet av svartfolodet hat
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