Graveland

[smorkodbake]

Graveland

 

[smorkodbake]

In The Glare Of Burning Churches

Gods! give me the power
to destroy the christian gods
give me the rule over the fire
to burn the houses of god

Give me the power over the wind
to crush the forest of crosses
give me the black sword to kill
all those who swore him the faith

I will desecrate the holy temples
destroy and burn churches and chapels
black smoke of the burning temples
will cover the sky
the fear will offend sons of only god.

Archangels of Darkness, come to the earth
I will show you the way of glory
by the burning churches
you will drink the human blood
and satisfy your dark lust
it is high time to your scream
be heard among the dead

There is no the only god
there is only beast over the beasts
there is no good and Evil
there is only living and dead
and those who will die soon
so I drink the blood from the black cup
in the glare of burning churches
because ancient damned gods
will have the day of revenge
when the sky is covered in smoke
when the rivers are full of bood.

 

[smorkodbake]

The Night Of Fullmoon

Pagan country in the moonlight
witches calling for their Lord
incantation of the Darkside
from the book of secret world

Scream breaks off nocturnal silence
they begins the rite of Darkness

Hill in the fog
the heart of wood
altar of goat
infernal gloom
nocturnal rite
knife in the hand
worship Darkside
bless Left Hand Path

Pagans hidden in the forest
in unholy common grave

christians killed the last worshiper
but the Dark Cult is still living
I'm the son of a pagan nation
I got a part of secret knowledge
oh Lord I kneel before Thee
Darkness and Evil showed me thy name
I'm still waiting for thy return
The ancient cult will be again
here the god of war and pain.

Black the ultimate colour, darkness the only aim
evil the proper impulse, death the only mercy

Nothing was forgotten and nothing will be ever forgotten
all those who raised their swords against odious christianity
will live forever in dark legend

 

[smorkodbake]

Through The Occult Veil

When I open the gates of the unseen
I will fall into the abyss of fire
when the day of sacrifice comes
I will know the mysteries of death

I drink the sacrificed blood
like poisoned win from grapes of sin
I'm the part of burning space
when men and women are the stars

The knowledge of ancient Celts
and power of tytanic thrones
these secrets will be seen for me
like drap of blood on crystal knife

There is no god in my Dark mind
I'm the heart of ancient Druid
I hold inside eternal flame
of nocturnal magic

 

[smorkodbake]

For Pagan And Heretic's Blood

They came from the south
in the sunshine
covered by black hoods
with the crosses in their hands
false sons of false god

They arose their black temples
burned forest and woods
placed the black crosses
and predered to worship dead
laying claim to rule sons
of laying claim to rule god

They drank his blood
they ate his flesh
scolfed at the right of nature
and raped the eternal right
sure of themselves sons
of the sure himself god
Possessed with crosses in hands
possessed with flabeau over the pyres
How much blood they have spilled

How much souls they have tormented
they burned the witches
murdered the Pagans
banished the honest spirits
choped the holy trees
condemned to madness sons
by their god usurper.

 

[smorkodbake]

Call Of The Black Forest

No more reign of crosses
with hanging corpses of god's son
Enough damned bells
of false asshole's temples
I raise the ancient gods
I summon the honest spirits
I revive the ancient magic
I draw the might from the moonshine
I keep the holy fire

All for the everlasting revange
All for the honest masters
Lords of the black forest
Rulers of Night and Darkness
Gods of the ancient (aryan) Europe

Pagan winds of distant North
The might of unholy Norvay's forest
is in you
Cold gloom and power
True Evil and good
Give us what are we waiting for the
millenium
And soon the Cromleches
will be full of christian blood!

We will kill in the moonshine
We will become the killers,
shadows of each christian
Their temples will be covered by blood
We will destroy their altars
We will turs into ashes their graves

For burned witches
For lost beliefe and might
For Pagan and Heretic's blood
For trees and forest of killed Druids
For our lost gods...

 

[smorkodbake]

Hordes Of Empire

Thousand of fallen angels
Rows of condamned souls
Black riders of abyss
Beast of haired and cruelty
We arrive on the chariots of fire
We sign our way by the fire and death
Sun of Darkness leads us
Everlasting lust of sin

Hands ot the dead beat the kettle-drums
Damned sound of black trumpets
Tramp of horrified horses
and sinister knocking of Devil's hooves

Red, fiery eyes
fangs, claws and fire from the mouth
Mayhemed wings, bleeding in fight
Cobweb in hair and wind...

We kill, crush, burn
We trace the escaping day
and hideous condemned sun
At everlasting war
between light and Darkness

Creators of night-Gods of Darkness
They buried us alive
They killed our feelings
Now we are the same

We come with nocturnal wind
and red, bloody fog

Black banners with effigy of him
Red flags-hues of hell
Hordes of cruelty and chaos
Emperor of unlife's forces

 

[smorkodbake]

The Night Of Fullmoon

Pagan country in the moonlight
Witches calling for their lord
Incantation of the Dark Side
From the book of secret world

Scream breaks off nocturnal silence
They begin the rite of Darkness

Hill in the fog

The heart of wood
Altagar of gloom
Nocturnal rite
Knife in the hand
Worship Darkside
Bless Left Hand Path

Pagan hidden in the forest
In unholy common grave
Christians killed the last worshipper
But the Dark Cult is still living

I'm the son of Pagan Nation
I got a part of secret knowledge

Oh Lord, I kneel before Thee
Darkness and Evil showed me thy return
I'm still waiting for thy return
The ancient Cult will arise again
Here comes the God of war and pain...

 

[smorkodbake]

The Gates To The Kingdom Of Darkness

I came, led by the stars
Spirits of the damned draw me near
Mayhemed winds showed me the way
And now i stay here, born from the wolf

Scream of pain sounds in Darkness
I draw my claws in wall of fog
I scrape, scream, blood covered my scars
my fangs tear the gates to Abyss

Impure spirits, you showed me the way
And now my blood becomes the key
I open this last gate
The Gate to the Kingdom of Darkness

Black wind of the dead
Inflamed my eyes to red
My brothers, wolves, servants of the night
They came from the forest

Burning eyes among the Darkness
Jaws thirsty for the blood, raised to moon
Hired, longing and fear
This is the last night and the dawn will never come
Curse me, my brothers
Because I lead you to death
Salvation for mayhemed souls
Souls of sons of the night in wolves bodies

We've been always and we'll be forever
Tonight we'll die and the next night
we will come from beyond the gates
of Kingdom of Darkness

Gods of Darkness, awoken by our sacrifice
Beast of gloom, spirits of fear
Triumph of unlife's Powers
Banners of the dead smeared in blood!

Black is the ultimate colour
Darkness is the only end
Evil is the right reaction
Death is the only mercy...

 

[smorkodbake]

The Celtic Winter

In Celtic Winter wolves wear the white garments...
In Celtic Winter the weak hearts die...
In Celtic Winter hunger tears human bowles...
In Celtic Winter time slowly elapses...
When the cold comes, hatred burning in your heart will be the only heat.
When the darkness comes, burning hamlet's shining flames will be the only light.
When the hunger comes, spilled blood of your enemy will be the only food.
When the death comes, be proud and figth bravely, and then die quickly.

Our true gods haven't left us, the time of their return comes...
With the sound of war-trumpets we will go at their side into the great battle...
Many of us will die, but no one of us thinks about death in this time...

It was worth to be born just to die in such a battle...
Everything else is not important, the meaning of life doesn't mean everlasting satisfaction
of your empty lusts...
When the dark clouds in the sky, full of black ravens and their sinister croaking, appoint
the time of great trial, the time of great struggle, each man takes his sword and target in his
hands and goes into the place where sounds of horns call him...

Nobody will spare his blood, when on the battlefield messenger of gods leads us...