Carpathian Forest
										Black Shining Leather


	Black Shining Leather

(R.Nattefrost '94)

Deep red,
Face soaked in blood.
Black shining leather.
I fuck you up in sadistic intent.

Whore
I plunge into the wastelands of my heart
And left it there in ruins.
The sun shines once a lifetime.

I will leave you in the cold.
In the dead of the night,
Black leather and latex Queen,
A lush of the world.

The bitter taste of life,
And the coldness
of my heart.

Cunt
I plunge into the wastelands of my heart
And left it there in ruins.
The sun shines once a lifetime.


The Swordsmen
(J. Nordavind '95)

From the thunder and the storm
Another winter has sneaked upon me again.
There's something strange going on here
on these great cold coastals lines.

The grim vision of Chaos
upon mankind
and life itself.
Nights of black candles
and gallons of strange old brew.
Changing suit into gold.
(Repear verse 1)
The grip of frost
and the winds from the north.
Lurking beneath
the surface of the coastal horizon.

Banners of War. 
Banners of the Apocalypse.
Hatred towards mankind and life itself.
Violence is fashion

The graveyard soil is changing to stone,
so many of its deaths had been midvinter.
The blinding snowdrifts.
The subzero temperature.



Death Triumphant
(J. Nordavind '96)

A cold sharpened blade
plunge through the skin.
Death triumphant.
Death the king

Blood on my hands.
Blood on my lips
I took the frail bliss of your eyes
and its darker than you think...

I violate.
I come at night. 
My great endurance of body, mind and heart

Let me take you through...
A gust of wind.
Torrent of rain.
Blood and semen 
Murder is art
The cold blade.
The cold blade.



Sadomasochistic
(J. Nordavind '94)

Whipped and pierced,
you disbehave.
Underneath the whip
to soothe the beast

Burn a candle from my soul,
for I will never do the same.
Cause I see beauty in another things
and that is light is the wilderness alone.

Kneel before me
and shine my shoes.
I give you much
but you want more

I am the long arm of unforgivingness.
Beholder of all chains.
This tool of great destruction.
This life of feces and filth.

Pick up your teeth with broken fingers.
Lick the blood of your cracked lips.
The colour purple seems to fit you
Bow down...



Pierced Genitalia
(R. Nattefrost '95)

The toes that you step on today may be
connected to the ass you'll be kissing tommorow.
These feelings are left from you.
Like a vast burning field
and then you submit yourself to me.
Perversion of the flesh.

With needles in thin skinned places.
The warm blood of life poured on the floor,
but who gives a shit when your life is a plague.
A rollercoster ride of pain.

I saw the white in your eyes.
Beat me, she said.
Cruel, violent shotgun love.
I kill you, point blank range.

I drank too much of the midnight wine,
disregardless of whatever i claim my throne.
Your voice kept ringin in my ears
like little echoes from yesterdays.

I did not want,
I did not feel.



In Silence I Observe
(R. Nattefrost and J. Nordavind)

At the great wood's mouth,
by the deep cave's door.
I listened to something
I had heard before.

The wood's mouth.
In a field I am the absence.
Wherever I am
I am what is missing.
And in silence I observe

When I walk I part the air
and always the air moves in.
To fill the spaces
where my body has been...

I close my eyelids.
There was nothing more to say.
I've seen it all before.
But, I find comfort in silence,
summer melacholia.
The air shivered against my skin.
Dark leaned into my eyes.

Those threatening clouds.
The sweet music of the summer rain.
The mist in early hours.
The dominant winds.



Lunar Nights
(R. Nattefrost and J. Nordavind '95)

My associates have denied Christ.
Earthly, heavenly and hellish.
The only guiding light
to you rejoice to see blood flow.

I've know rivers.
I've known rivers ancient as the world
and older that the flow
of human blood in human veins.
My soul has grown deep like those rivers old.

Away under the wings with dark faces
The rulers of the night.
The goddes of Death
I, drinker of blood.

It is nothing to mourn for
It is the other world.
Do you deserve this?
Hell no!!!

What a tangled web you weave.
Over and over the whips of the world..



Third Attempt
(R.Nattefrost '94)

Come death
before it slips through my hands.

Like long-drawn echoes merging far away
to a deep and pounding harmony.
Vast as the night and as vast as light.
Scents, colours and sounds to each other reply.

Your wounds are infected
and life neglected.
These are the autumn years.

Haunted nights of ghosts and shadows.
You cut the wound to release the pus.
You cut your wrist.
You do not wish to live
and kissed the world bloodred.

Through coldness.



The Northern Hemisphere
(J. Nordavind '92)

The night is cold and brilliantly clear.
Peak after peak of glorius ice mountains
rose into the dome of the darkened skies.
Jagged crystal teeth queezed between
the depths of the jet-black fjords.

The mountains lost their sharpness and became
soft and blue-tinged as the great winter day.
Which would grow on to be a dim twilight
that glimmered slowly to life.

Above the peaks the Polar sky flickered with
the ghostly radiance of the northern light.
A frozen lake discharge into an equally frozen stream.
The cold is cruel and unforgiving like the landscape.
Up north.



A Forest
(The Cure)

Come closer and see
See into the trees
Find the girl
If you can
Come closer and see
See into the dark
Just follow your eyes
Just follow your eyes

I hear her voice
Calling my name
The sound is deep
In the dark
I hear her voice
And start to run
Into the trees
Into the trees

Into the trees

Suddenly I stop
But I know it's too late
I'm lost in a forest
All alone
The girl was never there
It's always the same
I'm running towards nothing
Again and again and again and again