4. Through Self-Mutilation

The self-mutilation
Necrosis of the soul
Dark is the shadows of life
Hot as Hell

You take the matters into your own hands
From now on it's downhill
A single candle burns -
In the vast consuming darkness
Uplifting like a funeral

Through these years you were created
In the void between life and death
A shimmering blade shreds through his flesh
At the peak of his night - time bliss
Misanthropes, kings and queens
And a painful vision of Hell

5. Knokkelmann

Doden er en ensom ferd
Doden er bade angst og lja
Med et glimt du skal fa se -
Inn i evighetens oye

En fattig sjel
Sultet i hjel
Dodens kalde hand
Hentet knokkelmann

I solfalls ild...

Evig sovn
Nattens taketeppe
SIik sloknet en gammel flamme
Solfals ild

Du sa nei til livets sang
Gang pa gang
Tatt igjen av tidens tann
Til helvete med knokkelmann

Solfalls ild:

6. Warlord Of Misanthropy

I have died from within
The beginning of an end
But I still stand
Seeing red
The anger made me strong

The vision was mine
Horizon becomes vast
Claim your throne
The fire turns to flames

I had it all
Before the fall
Warlords of misanthropy
Powers
Spiritual powers to foresee
Warlords of misanthropy

Warriors of the fall
Through sinful years

7. A World Of Bones

An evil face
The eyes so cold
The dark labyrinth of the human mind

Key to a kingdom
A world of bones
New revelation, anger is the fuel

I am a sinner
On the last dreadful day of judgement
Heaven
I unbind all spirits who
Abide this hole
In symbols speaking
I woke you from the deepest dream

Open the gates

8. Carpathian Forest

Three times the eclipse
Before she lays her soul to rest
Channelling the darkness of many nights
All this was once her dream

See and feel
The blackened blade of revenge

Cold white towering mountains
The passage to the land of phantoms
Deep forlorn woods
Where the gleam of neither light or -
Bliss reach

The castle lies in the mist
Between the mountain and marshes
Throughout the last centuries
Have the moonshine enlightened her coffin

9. Cold Confort

A spirit rose from the earth
Slowly leaving...
Their candle-flame lonely, and so needing
Like dust in the night the prayers rise
Under the sick image of Christ
They talk to the nothingness
Old wounds were never mended

Something drops from the (autumn) leaves
Again it rains:
In a dry corner, salvation again declines
Sleep like a skull in the hard ground
Nothing for ears nothing for eyes
Without a shadow, waiting for nothing
The dark room, the moist tenement (of earth)

The cold kiss of release, great light
He was never man enough
In a world of cruel faces
He discovered that he was never man enough
He discovered nothing
Far above and beyond...
All in the name of god

10. Speechless

When we came through
The veil of the night
The fall of man
We gave you our hearts

The watcher
The sentinel
The "God" that took you away

Where ends our journey?
We slip away
And shadow falls

We gave it all
You found no god
Mankind will forever weep!!!

11. Nostalgia

From the ashes he returns
Through the seal of the dark
He looks upon the enchanting moon
His lips are dry
And crave for human blood

Through all centuries
We see the horizon clearly
Deep in our hearts
Under the shelter of a tree

It lives in the well of time
The ancient dread of non-existence
Close your eyes, it leads the way
(To the) Treasure throne of memories

11. Nostalgia

From the ashes he returns
Through the seal of the dark
He looks upon the enchanting moon
His lips are dry
And crave for human blood

Through all centuries
We see the horizon clearly
Deep in our hearts
Under the shelter of a tree

It lives in the well of time
The ancient dread of non-existence
Close your eyes, it leads the way
(To the) Treasure throne of memories

1. It's Darker Than You Think

My cold goddess of the night
Squirming under my spiked fist
She's giving me all carnal delights
Submit yourself and drink my blood

I am the bringer of hate
Evil reigns supreme on earth
Defenders of the blackest faith
Which strengthen my inner glow
Mind expanding inner journey
From a grim and bitter soul
Misanthropic violent hellblast
It's darker than you think...

For seemingly endless time
There is still blood on the old oak
This is where you come to die
Over three hundred years old
And still stretching towards the sky
The hangman's oak...

Burning, bleeding, dying
From the inside
Hitting, whipping, kicking