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Style: Black Metal. Year: 1997


1. The Dawn of a New Age (Remixed be Apoptigma Berzerk)
2. Night of Divine Power
3. Forhekset
4. Orgasmatron (originally performed by Motorhead)


1. The Dawn of a New Age (Remix)

And I looked
And behold a pale horse
And his name that sat on him was Death
And Hell followed him
And power was given unto them
Over the forth part of the earth
To kill with sword
And with hunger
And with death
And with the beasts of the earth

And then again I saw and beheld a black horse
And he that sat on him had a scythe
And a crown was given unto him
And he went forth conquering, and to conquer
And there was a great earthquake
And the sun became black
As sackcloth of hair
And the moon became as blood

And the stars of heaven fell unto the earth
Even as a fig tree castethher untimely figs
When she is shaken of a mighty wind
And the heaven departed as a scroll
When it is rolled together
And every mountain and island
Were moved out of their places
Almighty mountains and rocks
I beg you, fall on them

For the great day of wrath is coming
..And who shall be able stand?

2. Night of Divine Power

(Not Available)

3. Forhekset

Forhekset av tidenes vind
Besatt av Nattens kolde gufs
Under ravnsvart himmel de bedriver
Blodskam og hor
Med skingrende stemmer de pеkaller
Dypets makter
I en sirkel bundet av
Grimme visjoner

Bеret av dyrets Glans
Omfavnet av dodens vinger
Av det dypeste hat
I det sorteste av det morke
I en ang av torner..
Nе i fullmеnens besettende lys

De nagler englene til
Jorden med sjel og kropp
Kaos hersker over de hvite domener
Profetier blir oppfylt
Jorden stеr i et hav av flammer

4 . Orgasmatron (Originally performed by Motorhead)

I am the one, Orgasmatron, the outstretched grasping hand
My image is of agony, my servants rape the land
Obsequious and arrogant, clandestine and vain
Two thousand years of misery, of torture in my name
Hypocrisy made paramount, paranoia the law
My name is called religion, sadistic, sacred whore.

I twist the truth, I rule the world, my crown is called deceit
I am the emperor of lies, you grovel at my feet
I rob you and I slaughter you, your downfall is my gain
And still you play the sycophant and revel in you pain
And all my promises are lies, all my love is hate
I am the politician, and I decide your fate

I march before a martyred world, an army for the fight
I speak of great heroic days, of victory and might
I hold a banner drenched in blood, I urge you to be brave
I lead you to your destiny, I lead you to your grave
Your bones will build my palaces, your eyes will stud my crown
For I am Mars, the god of war, and I will cut you down.





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