Koldbrann Vertigo 1. IntroVertigo En lukket sirkel... Kabinett av innestengte redsler Eutanasiens regime bak jernslåtte dører Uten fornemmelse for perspektiv og retning Altseende fasetter merker mine skritt Når Jernnatten senker seg over og alle veier fører til tomrom Når hver døde vinkel skjuler en fiende og de lammede skarer griper til vanmakt Fra bevegerens skueplass gjort til gjenstand for sadistisk, kjølig betraktning Skrinne sjeler, den iscenesatte virkelighet På vent for det siste teppefall Livets diametrale motsats står for meg klart, som i en åpenbaring Sprunget ut fra en indre singularitet Morderisk og Briljant Når stengslene brytes, og hånden tar over viljen og kniven kjører seg fast i ditt liv Når jeg ser Dødskampen i dine øyne er vi ikke lenger fremmede, du og jeg ---------------------------------------------------- English A closed circle... Cabinet of confined fears Regime of Euthanasia behind iron barred doors Without sense for perspective and direction All-seing facets are tracing my steps When the Iron Night falls over and all roads lead to void When each dead angle conceals an enemy and the paralysed flocks grasp for despair From the prime mover's theatre subjected to sadistic, cold analysis Shallow souls, the staged reality On hold till the final curtain falls The diametrical opposite of life stands clear to me, as in a revelation Sprung out from an inner singularity Murderous and Brilliant When the barricades breach, as the hand takes over the will and the knife jams into your life When I see the Death Struggle in your eyes are we no longer strangers, you and I 2. Totalt sjelelig bankerott Uhellig blodstyrtning Uttømte rennesteinsengler Illusjonens tynne ferniss revner for sølvbladet Huløyd, med nervene utenpå Tomme ord likt de døendes ralling Sunket til eksistensens lavmål Ingen redning fra åndens forlis Bærer av det tapte ansikt Innsirklet, i desperasjonens vold Ingen stengsler imellom ingen tøyler tilbake I ett og alt Totalt Sjelelig Bankerott La oss rive ned alt vi bygde opp og ta de andre med i fallet La oss forlate det det vi holdt av og aldri se oss tilbake Med besk, vansiret kjærlighet er alt jeg har å tilby min elende ...Så la oss rive ned alt vi bygde opp og ta de andre med i fallet Konvensjoner til helvete Uten hasard, ingen vinning Gjengjeld deres halsløse gjerning summarisk og resolutt Når det røyner på gi av deg selv til siste trevl Kjør på med satsen i blodet og Fandenivoldsk antipati På lånt tid, din anger er fåfengt Avsky, sett fyr på en gjennområtten sjel Mei ned hver hindring i din vei Vis dem den ytterste konsekvens Fullstendig faens følelseskald Å gi fingeren til livet er veien til den svarteste rus Det er ikke noe mer å hente Det som var er fortapt Og vi er Totalt Sjelelig Bankerott -------------------------------------------------------- English Unholy hemoptysis Drained gutter angels Illusion's thin varnish lacerated by the silver blade Hollow-eyed, with nerves on the outside Empty words, as the rattle of the dying Sunken to rock bottom of existence No rescue from the spirit's loss Carrier of the lost face Encircled, in the clutches of desperation No barrier inbetween No restraints left In all and everything Totally Spiritually Bankrupt Let's tear down all that we built up and take the others with us in the fall Let's leave behind all that we cared for and never look back With bitter, mutilated love is all I have to offer my misery ...So let's tear down all that we built up and take the others with us in the fall Conventions to hell Without hazard, there is no winning Retaliate their reckless deeds summarily and resolutely When reality catches up give of yourself to the last shred Carry on with rotgut in the veins and Breakneck antipathy On borrowed time, your remorse is futile Abhorrence, set fire to an all rotten soul Mow down each hindrance in your path Show'em the ultimate consequence Utterly fucking stone cold Giving life the finger is the way to the blackest intoxication There is nothing more to be gained What once was, is forever lost And we are Totally Spiritually Bankrupt 3. Hjertets Holodomor 4. Drammen Kommunegrå dis, bekmørk november Innestengte landskap i enden av tunnelen På bar bakke, i søken av en retning En lemlesta sjanse til livet Den ene, og de fireogfemti tusen på sjølsamme brustein og betong Søvngjengere av det sivile tyranni i repeterende mønstre, driver forbi Drømmer satt på vent Det knuste speil, ensomhetens elv Drabantens kalde kolosser skinner som et mausoleum Sjølpålagt isolasjon Vekk fra de årelatte gater Med alle fluktveier gjenmurt Grønland seksogtredve Led meg motstrøms til skyggesidens bredder til Landfalls lønndommer La oss gå ned i de mørke kamre og aldri igjen bli funnet Inn i Slottet fra Drammen Skåret inn til beinet En eim av jordslag og kjønn Revet fra fatning i dårlig rus og dårlig stemning Av fri vilje, i fritt forfall la oss vike for kunsten Uhellige stimuli, hatets ildspåsetter Destruksjon på resept Med uskyld spredt for alle vinder Med enspora metall i utakt med tida Med obskure riff fra helvete meisla ut av Dyret i oss -------------------------------------------------------- English Municipal gray haze, pitch dark November Enclosed landscapes at the end of the tunnel On bare ground, in search of a direction A mutilated chance to life The one, and the fifty-four thousand one selfsame cobblestone and concrete Sleepwalkers of the civil tyranny in repeating patterns, drifting past Dreams put on hold The broken mirror, river of solitude Suburban cold colossuses shine like a mausoleum Self-imposed isolation Away from the bloodlet streets With all escape routes shut Grønland thirty-six Lead me against the current to the shores of the dark side to the secrets of Landfall Let's go down to the dark chambers and never again be found Into the Castle from Drammen Cut to the bone A stench of mildew and pudendum Torn from sound thought in bad intoxication and bad mood Of free will, in free decay Let's give way to the art Uholy stimuli, arsonist of hate Prescribed destruction With all innocence scattered With narrow-minded metal out of touch with time With obscure riffs from hell chiseled out by the Beast within us 5. Stolichnaya smert Crawling through the outskirts of Odessa as this skirt came on to me I was strung out from manual labour She was a bitch with a bandolier You could tell she had a thing for Vodka and Destruction I showed off my piece and she grabbed me by the horn Halfway through the bottle she wanted to go for a ride Flaska opp på Vold og faens Kaos things are going nowhere fast Столи - спирты сатаны Преврати меня в урода Stolichnaya Smert Давайте поедем до смерти Hotwired a Chaika down by the curb Pedal to the floor - ready for more Give me some throttle for this craving A gramme off of her tits and I am sailing Militia pigs are on to us Want to give some beating want to see some blood Crank it up, some good old Tangorodrim and send some lead the coppers way Столи - дьявольский бензин адский молот, преврати меня в урода Sinner’s haven Tiraspol no place better to end it all Snatch another bottle of Stoli wreaking havoc into the morning At noon I took her down by the river pulled her under till she stopped to shiver Another drifter into the stream but this one will forever pester my dreams Take another hit to start me up med Frådende Hunger Where I am going no one can follow Before I disappear out of mind, out of sight Swallowed by the Transnistrian night Stolichnaya Smert Давайте поедем до смерти -------------------------------------------------------- English Crawling through the outskirts of Odessa as this skirt came on to me I was strung out from manual labour She was a bitch with a bandolier You could tell she had a thing for Vodka and Destruction I showed off my piece and she grabbed me by the horn Halfway through the bottle she wanted to go for a ride Bottled up on Violence and fucking Chaos things are going nowhere fast Stoli - Satanic spirit Turn me into a beast Stolichnaya Smert Come on, let's go to the death Hotwired a Chaika down by the curb Pedal to the floor - ready for more Give me some throttle for this craving A gramme off of her tits and I am sailing Militia pigs are on to us Want to give some beating want to see some blood Crank it up, some good old Tangorodrim and send some lead the coppers way Stoli - fuel of the devil hammer of hell, turn me into a beast Sinner’s haven Tiraspol no place better to end it all Snatch another bottle of Stoli wreaking havoc into the morning At noon I took her down by the river pulled her under till she stopped to shiver Another drifter into the stream but this one will forever pester my dreams Take another hit to start me up with Frothing Hunger Where I am going no one can follow Before I disappear out of mind, out of sight Swallowed by the Transnistrian night Stolichnaya Smert Come on, let's go to the death 6. Terminal Transnistrii 7. Phantom Kosmonaut Haunting, deep space mirage Serial number etched into my skin The band of the Phantoms and the sole ascendant Loveless clockwork movement the cold embrace of the flickering stars Outer frontier to godless desolation the spectre fog around us so merciless and cold Striving ever onwards like a knife to the throat Sores are running deep Devoid of remorse One is insignificant Give your all for a higher cause A quantum leap of faith, the necessity to tear down the walls of stagnation This blood feud cannot be reconciled All bonds are cut off From the bowels of Leviathan warheads descending Lawless metaphysics at play their charade is coming to an end At the vantage point I observe the violent throes of a dying hemisphere To the far end of the life-death axis Gasping for air This is the final standstill Oblivion came to pass Ekranoplan on the ocean of reveries Rearing Horsehead Nebula This vessel be my coffin 8. Goat Lodge In search of meager serenity Cunning demons ever striding My arsenal of spirits shall haul me through the night In clouded visions, in distorted dreams I’m out in the open, driven to the brink As the dead hill comes into view there is nothing inbetween By the cruelty of nature By the madness of the sea She will settle for nothing less She will claim as she has given The Cormorant in the distance Blackwinged scout of Utrøst Standing tall, in lonely majesty like an ill-boding totem Whispering birches Ancient soil of Suicide Across the field of thorns tearing up my old sores Looking down that dismal road I shall never forget their faces So many a fellow lost hanging from the gallows pole Strangely, still connected Bound by an ageless ritual The blood of the traitors washed away with the morning tide The Dweller of the Threshold reaching into his bag of tricks The song of the Yellow Jester an omen of the coming harvest A passage to the clearing unfolds sacret stone formation The shadow of Ibex horns appear before my weary feet Turning the familiar key open the door to my interior places As howling winds go silent I surrender to my sanctity In the chamber of reflections retracing my faltering steps Cheap Kalinka and kettle coffee rid my heart of these overgrown burdens On the outside, the world is moving the same ugly ways as ever before Unbeknown to what resides beneath them and to what end their blood shall trickle The old, mounted trophies are playing their games of mockery By the horned moon, breathing life into these devious paintings crafted by hands unknown Much too real, as if immersed into a Dream within a Dream cease to live through the broken shards Blackout is a gift from below 9. I eklipsens skimmer Når dommens hammer faller i sjelens høst Tretten skritt mot intet der Dødens klokker kimer Fanget i et iskaldt kappløp med livet som innsats og intet å vinne Truende skyer, Cumulonimbus styrter mot det ytre rom Dit sinnet farer, der pendelen svinger i uransakelige baner Titanspir flerrer himmelen åpen Låst i sikte av tektoniske våpen Blindet av et Skimmer fra hendelsens horisont Neonglød over megapoler i korrosjon Brennende vinder, aske og splintret glass Dødens isotop, Strontium-90 i livets kilde Svart energikrig, skitne missiler Gammaalderens klimaks - Vitam Ad Nihil Himmelfalne disipler i total Eklipse Der de slites som åtsler mellom herreløse hunder Usurpator av himmelrikets trone Dødens sigill, Kontrakrist I voldelige kast i forrykket balanse La den gamle verden revne Fri fra tusen års fangenskap Jerngribben sprer sine vinger Hatets prosjektiler mot Tellus’ buk Fra hjertet av Khaos som torner i skaperens side -------------------------------------------------------- English When the hammer of judgment falls in the soul's autumn Thirteen steps to nothing Where the Death bells toll Caught in an ice cold race with life at stake and nothing to win Threatening clouds, Cumulonimbus descend towards outer space Where the mind races, where the pendulum swings in mysterious ways Titan spires crack the sky open Locked on target by tectonical weapons Blinded by a Shimmer from the event horizon Neon glow over megapolises in corrosion Burning winds, ashes and shattered glass Isotope of Death, Strontium-90 into the source of life Black energy war, dirty missiles Climax of the gamma age - Vitam Ad Nihil Overwhelmed disciples in total Eclipse Where they are ripped as carrions between dogs without masters Usurper of the heavenly throne The seal of Death, counter-christ In violent throws in disturbed balance Let the old world rupture Free from thousand years in captivity The Iron Vulture speads its wings Projectiles of hate towards the bowels of Tellus From the heart of Khaos as thorns in the maker's side 10. Sans soleil 11. Inertia Corridors Staring into Inertia Corridors Doppelgänger round the bend Shifting from station to station Lost in this horrid screenplay Droning antennas Incoherent voices I scramble their transmission with my tin foil mask Let’s dive into this Cesspool that is life Intake the Devil’s substance Open the portals of perception Read between the lines of angel dust Cinders fell from a mescaline sky ...like virgin thoughts to a worm-ridden mind Wailing masses wash away It’s the dawn of Helter Skelter In my temple of vice Wading through molasses Seeking another distraction Something to hold off this innate unrest Featureless talk show hosts fade out in a dark purple haze Block the keyhole, shut the drapes My stalking neighbor is on to me Brew some Tea, my trusted servant Some of that green to set the matters right Carried by revelations in tunnel vision Crawlers gathering in the pipeline As muculent tentacles coil around the paralysed Lotuseater From uncharted depths roaches arise on techno stilts Queen praying mantis gnawing on my feet Watching the end roll by from my Electric Recliner