Dimmu Borgir

Dare not to inflict upon my wishes Dare not to obstruct upon my path Dare not to pretend to lick my wounds When all it means is opening another Purity comes with rebirth Reassigned through the slit Spawned out of the shadows The light is once again l

[ti:Stormblast] [ar:Dimmu Borgir] [al:Spiritual Black Dimensions] [offset:0] [00:01.92]Stormblast - Dimmu Borgir [01:12.68]Gjennom tidelose morkne drommer [01:15.76] [01:16.45]I fuktig hostvind ober landstrakte vidder [01:20.57]Mot Sorias fjellheim [

Langt... der borte i mørket Gjennom tretopper der månelys driver Langt... der borte i all tåke Inn gjennom min sjel den sorte angst river På de mosegrodde steiner de seg viser Når nattemørket har senket seg over Ekkoene... fra deres grufulle jamring

You have returned to the torture-chambers To find peace among the rotting corpses You have returned to the execution place To inhale the smell of blood Death and terror rules the land We have been spellbound By the Devil You have returned to the hidd

Reis deg opp La oss bestride Den tanke fra vår lend Og dyrk På en forbannet jord En smertens ætt For så og tynge De barmhjertiges skjød Som har tiltro til Den sjelloses brød For den tro do besitter Er intet annet enn avsmak og hovmod Og din nøden ett

Mourning Palace Daylight has finally reached it's end As evenfall strikes into the sky Far away in the dark glimpsing moonlight Sickening souls cry out in pain Whispering voices summoning screams Waiting for Satan to bless their sins Blackhearted ang

Vårt hat skal vinne Vår ondskap skal gro � feste seg i unge sjeler Den siste krig skal vi vinne og de godes blod skal falle som regn Deres korte sjeler skal samles Vi skal råde over kaos og evig natt Vi skal glemme de kvinnelig vikante mødre og

Shedding the old skin Procreating new sin Incubation and isolation A new storm is brewing Ritualist! Shedding the old skin Ritualist! Procreating new sin Ritualist! Incubation and isolation Ritualist! A new storm is brewing Away with obstacles to pro

Incarnated marvels simplified Effects from such a disconsolate kind Impotence of the once-so-perfect living Erase and rewind Stand rigid for the next battle Peace means reloading your guns The love for life is all hatred in disguise A carnival creati

(Norske) Uren er aktens utfoldelse og tanke Uten hemning i ukjent ekstase Ei ett tilbørlig ønske om å avle avkom for Gud Frivillig nedsmittet og gjennomsyret I kjødelig sødme Fengslet av løgn og ulydighet Menneskets skrøpelige atferd Må tuktes med he

Through moors and mists of deception The uninitiated are conjoined Illusive bliss feeds obsession A feeble orientation is provoked Inflammatory bonds will be broken Being the shepherd no more Yearning for that ever glowing token In ongoing lore Image

1. Master Of Disharmony Master of disharmony Welcome my tainted soul Take me from the hordes of the living Into the blessed darkness Master of disorder Take my impure flesh Lead me unto the path of temptation Save me from cowardness Master of sin Tak

9. ...Og Jeg Iakttok Dødsrikets Inntog Kun opplyst av kveldsstjernen. Ventende uten kjærlighet, uten varme død skal komme. Så spill ut all mjød og legg fjellene øde. Måtte deres ruiner bli meg en verdig grav. 专辑:Devil's Path/In the Shades of Life 歌手:

Instrumental 专辑:In Sorte Diaboli 歌手:Dimmu Borgir 歌曲:The Fallen Arises

When the ghastly mourners awakens from sleep And the volatile funeral crows are watching Like evil omens in shadowed murmur Apart of this horror scenario I descend with arms open wide Armored and filled with painful pleasure Reflecting streams of mon

Chains of despair Cloaked by darkness Mankind's mysteries The dying world [Chorus] Madness in it's sweetest form What shrivels and dies must face the tempest The angelic heaven bows to the ultimate truth And melancholy grew Anticipation mender throug

Infected by invalid behaviour While capturing the stench of divine putrefaction Confess to slavery for the world saviour Give praise and inhale the corruption The Enfeebled provides the fool The Disabled provides the tool The Apathetic demands the af

The battle raged on and on Fuelled by the venom of hatred for man Consistently, without the eyes to see For those who revel in sewer equally We, the prosperity of the future seal Cloaked by the thunders of the north wind Born to capture the essence o

Man and his faithful ethics Intoxicated by the fruits of the earth Diabolical fanatikism, so cold and grim The perfect perversion, bestiality incarnate As instruments of torture And leaving no room for sympathy We bring forth the monstrous birth To t

Illness and plagues, torture and blight Is what she brings Mocking holy standards, deceiving feeble fools Is what she loves Granted with powers, gifted with magic Watching the world through raven eyes Damned woman mischievous whore Heretic princess D