ISENGARD - Hostmorke


Paa den ottende dagen slukte han alt vann
Og paa den niende dagen fordervet han all mat
Og paa den tiende dagen brant han jorden
Og paa den ellevte dagen slo han folk og dyr ihjel
Og paa den tolvte dagen kvalte han himmeriket
Og paa den trettende dagen skygget han for solen
Saa var der ingen dager mer

Torneherren speiles i odelagt liv mens
Sorgengler regner fra
Oven til kosmosí endelose tidsrom skjenker vi
Den siste dod

On the 8th day he devoured all water
And on the 9th day he destroyed all food
And on the 10th day he burned the earth
And on the 11th day he beat people and animals to death
And on the 12th day he strangled heaven
And on the 13th day he blocked the sun

Then there where no more days

The ThornMaster is mirrored in ruined lives,
While angels of sorrow rains from above
To the endless time of cosmos,
We give the last death.

Thornspawn Chalice

Emerging, from the abyss of black hearts (souls)
Behold, the rise of the flaming trinity
Come forth high priests of impurity
Dwellers of the deeps of the Painking Sea

Mourners of Life, Yearners of Death
Who fills their chalice with Thornspawn visions
Embrace symbols of That Night without end
Glory. Glory. Armageddon.

Chant Damnations Hymns
(make) Bloodsmeared ripping love to our souls and flesh
Rape out hateful hope in Daimonion Communion
For we are draped in shadows
Until the night of the Rising Unholy Three...