NEHËMAH - Shadows From The Past...
Black Winds Over The Walls Of Csejthe
Countess all dressed in red, forsaken in your fortress in the heart of dark mountains,
lulled by the crying crows, your waiting for the return of he who made your heart beat,
until losing rest forever, to believe tedieum... Your eyes are so black, the evil was
already inside you.. Oh, bloody countess, for ten years of eternity, each fallen night,
maidens where brought to you, the sight of their innocent bodies, fired your devilish eyes,
the thought of drinking their blood, driven to madness, tortured and bled to death sixty
bodies were found at dawn deprived their bloods and souls.. This time, wolves did not
come to the frozen feast, woman of dark desires, now your perversity has come to light!...
Sonner Av Den Fimbulvinter
Der Hvor jorden er evig kald, og deres hemelighetr gjemmes i de dype skoger, de mørke
skyer dras ned i den evig undergan lynets lyd slår mot en blodig himmel vinden fra
nord tar, med seg vår blasfemi til hel's distre rike, jeg vet at du oss ser, oh mor av de
mørke tider! Jeg vet at din makt er grenseløse undergangen opptar din morke kraft
men uten oss kan ingeting gjøres alle epokers begynelse og slutt... født for himmel
og jord den stille omfavnelse av alle tider tatt som model av hundre konger utstrakt er
det ytterste kaos! I hans djeveleske mage ble født sammen får vi himinbjörg, til å
skjelve... vie sønner av den fimbulvintr mørket blir evig når vi, kneler foran onyx
The Thousand Tongues Of Medusa
She's got the long fangs of a boar, two smooth golden wings, she's got bronze hands,
with sharp claws, her poison blood running through her ophidian corpse is magic, it's a
cure, a real fucking venom linked to Gaïa, it gives life to a warrior, a winged horse, nobody
resists her diabolical eyes! Convulsions of pain and hate, endlessly cripple her frost face...
She lives far to the east, where eternity begins, in the Esperidian garden, close to the land
of the dead. The thousand tongues of Medusa! Hidden in the shadows, humid and cold,
you wait without mercy, to petrify all life, your face is a mirror, which reflects the deep
anguish of those who stare at you, even Ares doesn't resist.. Whoever stares at your face,
horrible and motionless, it turned into stone, for eternity...
Warlock, From A Blazing Coal
I have drunk the smelly christian blood of one thousand pregnant women, twisted their
pitiful lifes and their souls in order to burst in the nothingness. All that I touch and
contemplate must slowly perish in suffering,I am the wizard born from a blazing coal,
inhabiting the tombs of the human kind!... No prayer can save you, the nights are too
black for the angels, it's pointless to flee, I see where you are in the ravens'eyes, I will
shred your spirit, on your face shines the cadaveric reflection, this life breathes anguish,
soon the moon will light up the marble of your grave on which I will drop dispair flower...
the shining stars of heaven dye my icy eyes, my scorn for the mortals is rocked by the
angels cries! Ravens...
Siguilum Sanctum Lycantropia
The cold winds of mayhem squalls through the dark and deep forest brings the smell
of decayed flesh, intensifies this desire for murder. Cycle of werewolf... Hells wrath
spawn, this night of rape and blood, I was born in the light of the fullmoon and
baptised in the scared blood of the wolf. Cycle of werewolf... Blood ritual I draw
the circle, feel so cold, yet my desire gives me diabolical heat. now the bad moon is
on the rise... I am trapped in its blaze, hatred poisons my veins, I'm cold and my
heart turns black, the blood moon is rising! I can't resist its infernal power, I go
through the forest at hell's pace, seek a prey, a woman to satisfy my dark desires!
Shadows From The Past...
A rain of tears streams down what was my face, the last sparkling stars in this
gloomy ocean.. All is darkening, blackness covers the sky and falls to earth,
merging with the dark poison which rises from the depths of my naked soul...
Shadows from the past dancing in dark flames, under the silent and icy reflection
of the moon, before disappearing in the nauseous swamp in which everything ends...
En flod siver ut av mine årer, mörkt blod, denne varme søte strømmen som gir livet,
siver obønnhørlig utover, stivner på bakken, dekker den lik nattens stjerner om dagen!
sneen med sin klare, skarpe kulde, faller lydløst, dekker min dodelig oppskårede
kropp, og i dypet av denne skog, graver den ned som nattens stjerner om dagen!
Aldri mer sol, på min hud, ikke mer tårer, i min sjel, ikke mer vodsomt hat, i min
bevissthet, ingen vissen kjaerlighet, i mitt sorte hjerte! ...og i drømmenes, slott,
følger den store, ravnen min reise, tross alt beundrer, je denn vinteren som
forvandles til en var jeg aldri får se!
Drawn In Darkness
All is dead around me, as I am... A battlefield representing my life,
where I will stay inert, for eternity, wathced by the raven spirit...
...everithing was just illusion, only death is real...