Satyricon

From

Denis Knyazev (2:5059/9.27)

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Date

2005-05-31T20:24:04Z

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Hi, All!


Satyricon 2002
Volcano

01. With Ravenous Hunger

 Who made deceit into the ultimate award?
 Who told you, you're not poisoned?
 I see the snake coiling inside you
 I see the venom in your eyes

 You can't stab me, or even touch me
 You can't betray me, it's just an illusion
 I built the pain inside you
 I spawned the snake

 It will gradually tear you apart
 It will eat you from inside
 No longer sweet revenge
 No longer emotional triumph
 Pity you, led to believe (in own willpower)
 Pity you, (resting) on withered laurels
 Can't you see, the world's on fire...
 Can't you feel, you're getting burnt!

 There's a day coming, for me to rip and to rape
 There's a winter coming, for you to be swallowed
 Swallowed by emotional cold
 Swallowed by a power much greater than yourself

 Who made deceit into the ultimate award?
 Who told you, you're not poisoned?
 I see the snake coiling inside you
 I see the venom in your eyes

 You can't stab me, or even touch me
 You can't betray me, it's just an illusion
 I built the pain inside you
 I spawned the snake


02. Angstridden

 Born into a field of flowers, to slowly wilt away
 Sheltered by wings, delicately smothered by blindness
 Released among the wolves, thus molded by resistance
 Ridden by the clawed hoofs of tyrants

 The fruit of other worlds, but grown by loneliness
 Concealing a black soul, and but sensing the beyond
 Uniquely grown from within
 Shimmered by a darker night, but left to solitude

 How can one disclose a darker night,
 if one but rests?
 Or evidence the suffering,
 by wordly gauge?
 Or comprehend the long-drawn agony
 When pain and evil never trod one down

 Like a warring sun, from a better kingdom
 Beautiful, free, of different steel!
 Dearly prized, and equally broken
 He should have gone free of you!

 An emotional tumour, gnaws from inside
 Of heartless, spineless treason
 The darkest night now weaves its loom
 Soon to release its spawn

03. Fuel For Hatred

 Scornful, relentless memory
 Ripped of all but drive
 Undressed by betrayal
 Zero tolerance for the souldead
 Wish I was the violence,
 inflicted upon you

 Fuel for Hatred, air raid siren to mankind

 Little you,
 still like a claw in my eye
 Pulsating organic rage
 I should have let you off of the hook
 Mind drifts
 into dynamic pain
 Universal onslaught
 I'm on my own (One soul, one hate)

 Fuel for Hatred, air raid siren to mankind

 Damnation, holocaust
 Devil horns for you to ride
 Time for the angel
 to spread his wings and fly
 World opponent,
 wishmaster of gruesome pain
 Stormtroops' frantic fury,
 demoniac spitfire!

 Abortion of religious life, distinguish the rot
 I hate you
 to a level of intoxication
 Don't feel alone,
 I've got enough
 I wish you slow death,
 slow death by grinding

 Fuel for Hatred, air raid siren to mankind

04. Suffering The Tyrants

 Crawling down the road of life
 another hopeless speech
 Gruesome soul numbness
 People stare, do they know
 I am suffering the tyrants

 Every gesture is a malicious attack
 a firm fist of misery
 But it shall not coincide
 with the Lion's downfall

 There are no tears
 No feeling of guilt
 Nowhere to channel the anger
 Nowhere to leave the pain

 How can they feast upon the Lion without knowing?
 ...He will eventually rise again

 Hunt him down (when He is at his weakest)
 Tempt him down (on His knees if you can)
 Stronger than all (so it's futile)

 All there is left (right now) is personal pride
 Enough to return with rays of light

05. Possessed

 Mourning the decay
 Bitter ungodly enemy
 cast into heavy woe
 Left in the corner of the world (we are possessed)

 Out of the maze, with clearsight - at the brink of one's abyss
 Out of the maze, with clearsight - cold eyes at the world
 Out of the maze, with clearsight - disbelief and scorn
 Out of the maze, with clearsight - not poisoned by your fraud (we are
 possessed)

 The realisation of the position
 No longer vulnerable
 Having played the music no one could understand
 Serenade to the devil's den - He, the final frontier!

 Defaming judgement
 upon the starving souls
 mourning self-made pestilence
 Cannon fodder for the
 apocalypse

 A haunt for every unclean spirit
 Lord of the flies or kingdom of death
 Circle the prey, show them your eyes,
 they bear witness of centuries of might

 Predecessor who blessed us with grace
 in sempiternal fight
 Excessive aggression -
 Fire is the definite sign of rebirth!

 The elders' electrons channelled through you
 carried by thy night Supremacy
 Born to win this battle, defeat is the tongue
 of the whore

06. Repined Bastard Nation

 Do we need another bastard nation...
 another force-fed disgust
 Do we need another bastard nation...
 aiming at us clinically
 Like an insect-swarm
 towards the shapeless mouth
 of a dead whore
 We need the spirit, the voice, the angel of light
 arising from melted mass
 We need the spirit, the voice, the angel of light
 taking invincible shape
 to standing ovation
 Repossessing night and her hand's godly touch

 The unbearable feeling of hitting that
 dark wall is a scene that must come to an end

 Earthly decay in front of our eyes
 Now, now it's killing for a living

 No more repined bastard nation
 A generous gesture to a people so blind
 No more repined bastard nation
 fumbling, descending, away from the light
 It takes a non-poisoned creature
 to withstand a monster that has grown and spawned,
 a darkness, I can not tolerate
 A darkness we must bury
 Do they feel, do they absorb our pain...
 the search to justify one truth
 Do they feel, do they absorb our pain...
 the greater understanding

 It takes a non-poisoned creature
 to defeat and destroy a monster,
 that has grown and spawned
 a darkness, a darkness we can not tolerate

07. Mental Mercury

 Past tense icons
 locked up in cages
 A disgrace to us, (and) a vital sight of (impending) doom
 Upheld by insane aggression
 No tender repentance, (just) denial of ugliness
 With the rain come their conquest

 Behold those who ride black winds
 Satan, the kings are heading home

 No harmony on the horizon
 when our haven burns silently
 An image of absolute mutiny
 against those who pertain to the dearest hell

 Monotonous graveyard plains -
 The soul exile
 Quintessence of pain -
 a higher form of suffering!

 (Why should man be protected,
 what has he done to justify it?
 This is why we embrace animals;
 they represent the innocence man doesn't have)

 Monotonous graveyard plains -
 The soul exile
 Quintessence of pain -
 Satan, the kings are heading home

08. Black Lava

 Grey heavens, no light shed
 Bleak day, change is ahead
 Oval mountainside, naked cold
 Unreleased powers, no fright

 Slide down sorrow, smell what comes with the breeze
 Cold chambers, punishment awaits
 Hollow tone haunts, anticipation's choir sings
 Turn around, face the depth of inner sanctum

 Autumn in the air, (the) smell of Black Metal 90-95
 World moves, in mysterious ways
 Body onwards, mind drifts
 You die, then we hail (to our relief)

 New age dawns
 Face all wrath
 Sickness; won't understand,
 Burning first
 Grace falls
 Volcano shaking
 Fates are being sealed

 Heavens blunder,
 no turning back
 Will you or will you not
 to heroism walk

 Black Lava, drifting down the mountainside
 Black Lava, you can't fight

 Pernicious flow, redemptive perpetuity
 Unholy drive, the gods arrogant grin
 If my world's a joke, do you see them smile?
 Hellbound me - on a throne of gold

 Wastelands prey on dying cattle
 Desert sucks on poor man's thirst
 Glimpse of glory, walk ahead
 Slaves of Nazareth, can not be fed

 Black Lava, drifting down the mountainside
 Black Lava, you can't fight



                                              WBR, Denis.
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