Satyricon Rebel Extravaganza Tied In Bronze Chains Sinful Woman walk with me cause I'm the wolf on your shoulder but complaint not to me, cause I'm the accuser If you dare to withhold the immense power and the greed you shall walk among us to subterranean fields Why don't you come with me and dance the snakepit dance rhythmic moves to the eerie bells, the boiling blood evils breath on your neck, the morbid rites I'm tied in bronze chains (so) where do all the flowers come from (in October 1997) I am tired, should I care anymore? The rusty claws who reach for me are too far away sense no anger for that, be at one The sleaze on the Wall is all gone (anyway) it's just flowers, flowers Come, come let's join the orgy decay and wine, sodomy all the way no rest for the holy forbidden fruit is always best dirt'n filth tastes so good I see the cross of Peter overwhelming their coward countenance Oh you're so damned clean, now take my dirty whore, hellfire is inside her contaminate the clean, woman. Let him feel you're venom It's the only way to release the chains My candle is burning at both ends, I just want to be released before I go It's a harsh voyage, to the land of sin I had to make sure to bring 'em down with me I am the last of my kind and I'm tied in bronze chains Filthgrinder Filthgrinder, no-love machine, cleaner unknown to remorse and pity cynical, electric fuckin murderer What a scenery, the heavy pulsebeat of the Unholy Alliance and the white fear Take a look around and understand, (that) your day's are numbered the demon on the Wall and the ticking clock closing in (on that final) grasp for air, do you still believe? The future beast is rising and tyranny has come for 777 years reach out for mercy, it's just a bygone away Filthgrinder - practise aggression Filthgrinder - protect the wealth of the Elite Filthgrinder - tremble upon the ugly Trueborn creature, twist that Firm grasp of yours like in days of old He can feel it, he knows they can't to be in league with the underworld can't be mistaken you don't believe, you know! He chants a primitive gospel, so very hard Yeah! The mechanisms of destructive behaviour can be an artform in itself The beast risen represents no so called dark mercy evil knows no good, good knows no evil but a saviour he is in all forms, but religious a Grand engine carrying years of built up Hatred and Powers. You know that, isn't that why I can smell your fear? Your heart trying to rip it's way through your chest Filthgrinder a beastified being risen from the collective hatred of an oppressed people. A people representing Pride, Dignity and Honour! Rhapsody In Filth - instrumental - Havoc Vulture Wonder how it would be to be the great Redeemer the one to bestow upon you life and death the one to poison you when you're down or to be the one to hand you the crownofthorns- when your hands are sore (and) to save you from everything you care for Are you bitter when you see how pale you are? Do you feel hate without direction? A kind of seed inside you that never blossoms It is at the gallows end one forgets that everything has to have a greater meaning An unrecognisable call drags you towards the un- spoken word to suffer Martyrdom for the others The Saviour cut off your wings, somehow just to remind you that He exists Those who wait for His salt with open wounds have a way to go the shadow of you must rest (first) Though I ask, why do you dig your own grave when others do it for you? The force behind the hit cannot be mistaken 'cause He's the saviour with magnanimity and ...a light in the dark Maybe it is intimidating more than lighting the way, where is the road going? To a place where you can wash the blood off your hands? Where did the knowing go? ...With a saviour to transcendental kingdoms or to the valley of the forgotten? behind the vault of the sky's mystery lies a dream damned or saved, how could we ever know? Prime Evil Renaissance He would kill the whitedraped men He would kill all holy men He would kill the powers in control to waste these jokers in this pathetic game He would choke the sleaze pig He would shepherd the sheep off the cliff He would crush all organs of speech to start the process of renewal He would avenge the dead He would crave divine protection He would sing the songs of darkness to call upon it to manifest He would <> himself in the tundra frost He would rape it's virtue He would disable it's ways of hurting him to give him that advantage This would be the way of the misanthrope in order to create you must destroy We would greet the nuclear morning mist We would smile at all life dying We would cherish each and every moment and celebrate the return of Sin We would bow to the planet's Iconoclast we would march under the flag of Dominion and Hate we would burn all conspirators and their works with'em We would reveal the only truth we would make them really sorry we would show them Sovereignty in true fashion and then be a reflection of their loss We would soak up the last joys of our lifes we would hail that grotesque destiny we would walk on to the last glory and hope for blessing to come Supersonic Journey A rotating silvercolored plateau, drops that dance down the columns Blue, cold and the raging starwind glowing colors at fearful speed indistinct pictures of prophets and visionaries in a galactic fog in outer space on an axis In another reality on a supersonic journey Inevitably he can see it, the lights are going out and he knows if he just could make us understand In the emptiness there is nothing that can draw the picture you want just a stillborn child on hands that fumble Raging, raging at incomprehensible pace the colors blinding, the plateau falls in outer hell They disclose that we had to die... We bit the hand that fed us in outer space on an axis In another reality on a supersonic journey Is this what is yet to come, or a madman's reflection of the soul? As when his heart cried out in pain when he perceived what burdens we were to bear End Of Journey - instrumental - A Moment Of Clarity Without beginning, without end (our lifeblood) the road for the spiritual outlaw is never ending and so is the hunt for all those answers the devil may hold your truth, what a fucking relief it would be (to know) bluecold and the grim truth stands before you (all you ever wanted?) Descend and fly away to another day, another night sleep forever or serve to justify The brand that you wear speak of what you are made of It leaves you like an open book for everyone to read Is this it, is this what you wanted? The eye of the rest on your back To be a part of the masterplan is the only way to spiritual hell drink to that and never forget where you came from cause there's no such thing as a one way ticket to hell what a fucking relief that is Descend and fly away to another day, another night sleep forever or serve to justify Down South, Up North - instrumental - The Scorn Torrent Break down all conventional forms and create chaos to reinvent order Rebel against all circles and dead ends fight your way with your mind set on the massees execute with mechanical aggression arrogance and extravaganze march an unapproachable shut out the outside pressure or are you too weak? when shall they see the REAL darkness? In a world where our justice is replaced by mercy ...mercy for the inferior The serpent's maelstrom is already here just waiting to be unchained so feed the fire with the vile and let sincerity rule why can't you see that the armoured hostile aura is meant to keep you away in all your primal sim- plicity (it seems like) fright procreates the downfall of the mind such a sin isn't it... the stagnation of it all You must collect your instruments of battle and protect, to emancipate that which lives wit- hin you Rebel against the chains Break down the embodiment of your pain Attack with robot precision Rise and Shine under Wings of Divinity Now pick me up night and whirlwind and let me ride with you to peace of mind and nothing to Rebel