Fester - A Celebration Of Death lyrics
Tracks 01. Rites Of Ceres
02. The Black Tower 03. March Of Death 04. I'll Hunt You Down 05. Metalized 06. Jeg Spytter På Deg 08. Last Day Of Battle Pt. 2 09. A Face For A Funeral 10. Rites Of Mortiis 01. Rites Of Ceres
Praising One Of The Twelve..
One of the "Dii Consentes" A part of the Aventine Triad Essentional in our funeral Rites Standing on Aventine hill Gathered to fulfill the rite.. Standing on Aventine hill Performing the Rites of Ceres Rites of Ceres Rites of Ceres In opposition to the ruling elite. We kept sacred to honour her right We are "Plepians" - self conscious men May our crops grow great, So we can feed our children, and fight our wars! Standing on Aventine hill Gathered to fulfill the rite.. Standing on Aventine hill Performing the Rites of Ceres Rites of Ceres Rites of Ceres May we love our loved ones. So that others can die! In the end, when life is lived And only death is real; We chant for you - Ceres! Performing the Rites of Ceres 02. The Black Tower
I walk the 1000 steps with pride
My brothers has been given the same (honourful) gestures for the 1000th time The Black Tower In the The Black Tower The Black Tower Scattered by weaping angels The lambs are silent, as for a long time.. My black heart beats! I have tied up the victim for the 100th time Infernal screams riccochette the walls like a hammerpond. The Black Tower In the The Black Tower The Black Tower A pounding heart bleeds out in my hand as 1000 times before If darkness had a name, it's name would be mine.. You end your life in the Black tower In the Black tower The banner hangs high! The heaven is darker than black. as gratitude for my sacrifice !! The Black Tower A life given for my darkness. in the Black Tower I move down the 1000 steps in trance My hell is one step nearer A 1000 steps down a 1000 stairs Down on the ground I fall on my knees and awaits the next... In the black tower 03. March Of Death
Destined to die as we march
The march of death Bare feets on hard ground, and with open wounds.. Every step is like a million March of Death No clothes, only rags, the wind is cold as ice through my body and soul The march of death Thoughts are put aside, it's unbearable I live 'cause I'm a warrior at soul! Whipped, beaten and bruised The march of death In the horizon : The final resting place Dragged by dark men, as slaves, in this foreign world With hollow eyes I witness my men through this march of death Where are my brave ones ? My soldiers? My men at war? Where are your heart !?! They got lost in this march of death I'll rather die!!! than bow at their feets I'll rather die!!! than slave their world I take this stone and chrush my skull May all my fellow men do the same They couldn't kill my spirit, nor my early life I'll see you on Vallhalla my men!! 'cause we lost our lives fighting the march of death Be brave! Dont feel sorrow, dont feel pain Be a warrior at soul... 04. I'll Hunt You Down
I will rise from ashes, rise from my grave
I will hunt you down and put you to an early grave I'll hunt you down.. I'll hunt you down.. I'll make your nightmares come true I'll make you wish that you were dead... I'll hunt you down.. I'll hunt you down.. I will come into your room at night I will make you feel the sence of fright I will make you wish you were dead I will blow the wind of death into your room at night I will make noise, so you'll never find peace.. You will be a wreck. and I love it ! Feel the fright !! You'll be crawling and begging to be put to sleep.. The only sleep I will allow you to have. Is the one where you wish you were awake Your heart is pounding! Your sweat is pouring! And you ... You wake up screaming! I'll hunt you down.. I'll hunt you down.. Your will to live will end Long before I'm finished.. Your grim when you die : despair and fright I'll hunt you down like this every night! I will hunt you down 05. Metalized
Listen to the sound of perdition...
Metalized Raw and insane Metalized Metal of Death I am this animal An heretic wolf My blood is corrupted By the Lord of the damned Metalized Raw and insane Metalized Metal of Death I am this cursed flesh Following the light My soul is possessed By unholy chants I am metalized to the bones Poison of this world Metalized Raw and insane Metalized Metal of Death He is the flame of Night Master of delight His spirit and mine are One By the Golden Dawn SAT-VRNVS Lead and gold SAT-VRNVS Dark Sun rising Metalized Raw and insane Metalized Metal of Death 06. Jeg Spytter På Deg
Kjenner du at er sin?
Foler du det intense hatet? Har du lyst a skjende liv ? Jeg sytter pa deg, og ditt brennende lik! De kom med vinden. og budskapet var dod, De slo inn dorene i mitt hjem, min festning, mitt domene. De skjendet mine kjare, og bratit garden ned til grunn. A tro pa den falske sonnen. var slett intet valg A svike mine guder var slett intet valg For det er jeg fredlos, og har mistet alt Men jeg er ikke sjel los.. Jeg frykter ingen ! Jeg spytter pa deg, og dit brennende lik I hvetekrist's navn er det som var alt, ingenting.. Hva er igjen, annet enn det entense onske om a hevne meg? Jeg brenner ditt falske gudetsed For meg er hvitekrist dod!!! Kjenn Ragnarok winne lenker rundt dine evige pinsler Mitt kriger hjerte er sterkt, som min kjaerlighet til mine kjare Jeg spytter pa deg og ditt brennende lik! Krig! Hill Odin! Kom Valhall! Krig! Trodde du det var bare a berove meg alt ? Valse inn i vart rike i falskhetens navn ? Jeg spytter pa deres brente kropper, og det knuste symbolet pa sonmens svik (English Translation) Do you feel your anger ? Do you feel the intense hatred ? Do you wanna desecrate life ? I spit on you, and your burning corpse! They came with the wind, and the message was death. They slammed the doors in my home, my fortress, my domain, violated my loved ones, and burned our houses down.. To believe in the false son was simply no choise To betray my gods was simple no choise I am an outlaw because of this, and I have lost everything. But I am not soulless.. I fear noone! I spit on you, and your burning corpse What was everything is nothing, in the name of the false son Wha is left but the intense desire to avenge me ? I burn down your sacred house of false worshipping ! To me the son of the false one is dead ! Feel Ragnarok twist it's chains around your eternal torment! I spit on you, and your burning corpse WAR! Hill Walhalla! WAR! Hill Odin! Did you think it was as simple as to deprive me of everything ? Roll in our kingdom under a false flag ? I spit on their burning corpses, and the chrushed symbol of the betrayal of the son. 08. Last Day Of Battle Pt. 2
This is the day
The day to kill all fear! If despair fester our minds, Man will face their last day of battle Machinegun nest to the left Two go flank and two go centre Crawl, and throw the grenades Don't hesitate!! Or this will be our Last day of battle! Embraced by fear Cold Sweat Trembling hands Pounding heartbeat ( Your gun clicks.. have they seen us ?!? ) In a splitsecond.. You raise your head to see Only to see a machinegun mouth's pounding fire, and You're blasted to the ground! This is the day!! This is your last day of battle !!! Hestiation of my fellow men 'caused death to more than one This is the day I will see my last day The day that ends it all My last day of battle ( I hate them as much as my enemies Cowards and no good men, causing My last day of battle) 09. A Face For A Funeral
When you die and fly away
When you dance the dance of death : Embraced by the pale one called death, with a face for a funeral Can you feel the joy? Can you sense the liberation of death ? I hate your god and his son ! My death is not yours to have, Your heaven is surely not for me Let me face my hell with joy ! I got a face for a funeral ! My soul starts it's journey to the darkside The keeper awaits me with pleased grins on his face.. As I dance my dance of death I fly home to my father in hell! Oh, darkness I come to thy As you embrace me with your cold hands of death.. 10. Rites Of Mortiis
Praising One Of The Twelve..
One of the "Dii Consentes" A part of the Aventine Triad Essentional in our funeral Rites May our crops grow great, So we can feed our children, and fight our wars! May we love our loved ones. So that others can die! Standing on Aventine hill Gathered to fulfill the rite.. Standing on Aventine hill Performing the Rites of Ceres Standing on Aventine hill Gathered to fulfill the rite.. Standing on Aventine hill Performing the Rites of Ceres Rites of Ceres |