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The Shadowthrone
Style: Black Metal. Year: 1994

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Average score: 9.3 of 10
Votes: 3

Doomcreeper (28.12.2010 13:43:00)
Score: 9.5 of 10

Soubbterranean (19.12.2010 14:07:07)
Score: 9 of 10
ѕромежуточна€ ступень между Medieval Times и Divina

IceHeart666 (04.11.2009 16:09:59)
Score: 9.5 of 10
просто класс!


1. Hvite Krists Dod.
2. In The Mist By The Hills.
3. Woods To Eternity.
4. Vikingland.
5. Dominions Of Satyricon.
6. The King Of The Shadowthrone.
7. I En Svart Kiste.


SATYR Ц guitars, grim voices and choir, acoustics
FROST Ц battary
SAMOTH Ц bass guitar

Session synth and grand piano by S. S.
Synth on "I En Svart Kiste" by Satyr.

The "Shadowthrone" was recorded during May, mixed in June, July and August in Waterfall Studios anno 1994.
All music composed by Satyr august 1993 Ц january 1994. All lyrics by Satyr, spring 1992 Ц january 1994.
Produced by Satyr, engineered by K. Moen.
Correct listening at maximum volume.


"The Shadowthrone"

The shadowthrone was recorded during may, mixed in june, july and august
in waterfall studios anno 1994.
All music composed by satyr august 93 - january 94 all lyrics by satyr
spring 92 - january 94
Produced by satyr, engineered by k. Moen

Satyr: guitars, grim voices and choirs, acoustics
Frost: battery
Samoth: bass, guitar
session synth and grand piano by S.S. Synth on "i en svart kiste" by satyr

A majestetic hail in honour of fenriz "we are the fist in the face of god"
and our true spiritual brothers
Photograohy by Satyr, E.c.l., logos by Frost/Satyr, designs by Satyr/Nofagem
Takk til Th. Kittelsen for din morke kunst.

Correct listening at maximum volume
(p) (c) satyr music/moonfog productions


Evig minnes vi de tapre som levde under vеr hordes hammer
Evig er krigen mot de av lyset, til de moter dodens ansikt, dodens kulde
Vinder av kulde skal komme for е fryse kristenmanns blod

Vеrt korstog har begynt og hvert skritt er en stake gjennom hvite
krists hjerte

Vi brenner guds barn pе bеlet
Vi brenner guds hus
Tidens morke skal dekke for solen
Lerleproten skal knuses

Og hver torne i hans skalle, hver spiker i hans kropp gir liv til nye
Sjeler fodt under dodens mektige trone

Vi gеr vеrt dodningtog til dodens land med de endelose vidder
Nеr korsfarerne dingler og hvite krists еnd er dod
Nеr mеnen skinner blek og ensom, skal lyden av en dodsmarsj bestige
nordens mektige fjell

Borte var de av guds jord, bak en mork sky mеnen sе rе og kald
Sungen er siste tone av en gravsang.


In the mist of the shadows by the river of the fogpalace
Two great spears and a flag of dominion and hate
Over the chasm riders of doom

And sometimes the water dares to reflect... As days pass by and the light
Is becoming weaker I can watch the death of the sun from my
Enormous view
Still sometimes I thought my own eyes were deceiving me

Many a misty morning's battle. Further on more experience
Soon it's time to hear the sound of the horn in far distance
The deathtone call for war

In the mist by the hills the day darkens
In this forest death rules
Over the chasm riders of doom and face him with a deadly pale
Spectre face
Grim as stone, ride to the deathfields... Blackness and doom
A total eclipse of the sun
Die by the northern trilogy in the mist by the hills


In grey depressive autumn times I wander the woods to eternity searching for him trying to
remember while the same sky still rules the night.
We _____ then.That these were the children of god.
The ones who betrayed me and my desire

This must be the desolate land, this is the kingdom of the shadowthrone centuries have gone
beyond time, and we in the land beyond the forest, we burnt them in the purgatory, them the children of god. Barerly forgotten these times are, but not for a soul whose rest hasn't been found.


Langt inn i mellom hoye fjell og dype daler
Gjennom norske skoger og morke huler
Bak her en drom for over lysen aar siden
Til hordaland kom pesta og bragte dod og pine
Thekseskogen ble plantet rotter for et rike som skulle komme

Hedningenes land vikingland
Svarte sjelers land vikingland

Mens telemark fosser og bekker enda renner i strie strommer som
Evigheten selv

En nyt tid kom hoor tordenbrakene dundret og jorden skalv
Som naar trollene kriger om hvem som skal herske in jotunheimen

En ny tid kom... Hoor vinteren blaaser og pisker
Det er ikke ly aa finne for den ensomme
Vandrer som maatte soke fred in nordland

Her oppe paa fjellet ved midnattsilden kan man enda se
De komme som ville dyr ut av skogsmorket
Over trellberg...


From beyond come the storm
Landscapes turn to ash before my pressured eyes
Nothingness turns to nothingness
And my imagination fades like dustclouds over
This deserted land, feel to now satyricon

Wonder how stormclouds rage
And all you can feel is the cold winds of
Funeral times, timeless they are

He saw lived and died
In these dreams of demons
Wondering how he could open the gate to
Dark medieval times and bring forth to the domains
of satyricon, two great spears and a flag of dominion
And hate

Above it all creations fall
Living for the quest and the search
Dying for the key, living for the domains
Arise northern spirit and come forth under
The might of the castle satyricon


We wander the fields of death... In eternity wandering our own path
Which has been the quest of immortality
Yet to conquer for me - but dreams shall not be torn

He is spirit
He is stone
And he is immortality
The king of the shadowthrone

And he will then conquerer (of death)
Fall as a stone from the mountain
And die, led to destruction
Once he left in you then in the past
Then the _____ should be worthless
Spirit rise from you rest and return for them

I am spirit
I am stone
And I am immortal

The Shadowthrone




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