Satyricon - Ten Horns Ten Diadems
Original Version Digipack Version Rerelease Version 1. Filthgrinder 6:42 1. Filthgrinder 6:42 1. Filthgrinder 6:42 2. Dominions of satyricon 9:27 2. Dominions of satyricon 9:27 2. Dominions of satyricon 9:27 3. Forhekset 4:31 3. Forhekset 4:31 3. Forhekset 4:31 4. Night of divine power 5:50 4. Night of divine power 5:50 4. Night of divine power 5:50 5. Hvite krists dod 8:29 5. Hvite krists dod 8:29 5. Hvite krists dod 8:29 6. Mother north 6:26 6. Mother north 6:26 6. Mother north 6:26 7. Supersonic journey 7:49 7. Supersonic journey 7:49 7. Supersonic journey 7:49 8. Taakeslottet 5:52 8. Taakeslottet 5:52 8. Taakeslottet 5:52 9. Serpent's rise 3:21 9. Serpent's rise 3:21 9. Serpent's rise 3:21 10. Repined bastard nation 5:43 10. Repined bastard nation 5:43 10. Repined bastard nation 5:43 total time 64:10 total time 64:10 total time 64:10
Filthgrinder Filthgrinder, no-love machine, cleaner unknown to remorse and pity cynical, electrical fucking murderer What a scenery, the heavy pulsebeat of the Unholy Alliance and the white fear Take a look around and understand, (that) your days 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 anyway Filthgrinder - practice 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 its way through your chest Fitlhgrinder a beastified being risen form the collective hatred of an oppressed people. A people representing Pride, Dignity and Honour! Dominions of satyricon From beyond come the storms Landscapes turn to ash before my pressured eyes Nothingness turns to nothingness And my imagination fades like dustclouds over This deserted land feel to now satyricon Wonder how stormclouds rage And all you can feel is the cold winds of Funeral times, timeless they are He saw lived and died In these dreams of demons Wondering how he could open the gate to Dark medieval times and bring forth to the domains of satyricon, two great spears and a flag of dominion And hate Above it all creations fall Living for the quest and the search Dying for the key, living for the domains Arise northern spirit and come forth under The might of the castle satyricon Forhekset Forhekset av tidenes vind, Besatt av Nattens kolde gufs Under ravnsvart himmel de bedriver Blodskam og hor Med skingrende stemmer de pækaller Dypets makter I en sirkel bundet av Grimme visjoner Bæret av dyrets Glans, Omfavnet av dídens vinger Av det dypeste hat i det sorteste av det morke I en eng av torner... Næ i fullmænens besettende lys De nagler englene til jorden med sjel og kropp Kaos hersker over de hvite domener Profetier blir oppfylt Jorden stær i et hav av flammer Night of divine power [The artist has decided not to disclose the lyrics for this song.] Hvite krists dod Kampen mot Gud og hvitekrist er igang! Evig minnes vi de tapre som levde under vår hordes hammer Evig er krigen mot de av lyset, til de míter dødens ansikt, dødens kulde Vinder av kulde skal komme, for å fryse kristenmanns blod Vært korstog har begynt og hvert skritt er en stake gjennom hvite krists hjerte Vl brenner guds barn på bålet Vl brenner guds hus Tidens mírke skal dekke for solen Perleporten skal knuses Og hver torne i hans skalle, hver spiker i hans kropp gir liv til nye Sjeler fodt under dødens mektige trone Vi går vårt dødningtog til dødens land med de endelíse vidder Når korsfarerne dingler og hvite krists ånd er død Når månen skinner blek og ensom, skal lyden av en dødsmarsj bestige nordens mekrige fjell Borte var de av guds jord, bak en mørk sky månen så rå og kald Sungen er siste tone av en gravsang Mother north Mother north - how can they sleep while their beds are burning? Mother north - your fields are bleeding Memories... The invisible wounds Pictures that enshrine your throne (gone?) A Future benighted still they are blind Pigeonhearted beings of flesh and blood Keeps closing their eyes for the dangers that threat... ourselves and our nature And that is why They all enrage me Sometimes in the dead of the night I mesmerize my soul Sights and visions prophecies and horror They all come in one Mother north - united we stand (together we walk) Phantom north - I'll be there when you hunt them down Supersonic journey A rotating silvercolored plateau, drops that dance down the columns Blue, cold and the raging starwind glowing colors at fearful speed indistnct 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 The disclose that we had to die... We pit 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 Taakeslottet [Instrumental] Serpent's rise We have been waiting for him, the serpent, to rise, to spew out his contempt and disgust and to slay the circle of blind fools. Waiting for him to climb the earth. Arise in glory with ten horns and ten diadems. Triggering a fear among the herds previously unknown to them. - There once was a messenger unveiling himself in two dreams of funeral processions and black whirlwinds. They sent a warning so clear that it forced men on their knees. But there was also guidance in it. Some things cannot be spoken of, but I have found my truth in it. - What did they say? - Render praise to darkness. 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 Eartly 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 Lyrics in plain text format