Vreid

r og bшnder med like kеr
Infiltrert av informantar
Som kontrollerte vеre tankar
Blei truslar mot riket eliminert

I skugga av den frie verda
Kunne vi hylla og marsjera
Vеr heilage stat
Og dens mektige apparat

Tyranniet har mange sider
Dei demokratiske sjeler hevdar dei frigjer
Men aldri fшr har eg fшlt meg sе еleina
Ein gjest i eit land som fшr var heima

Gammal og bitter med brennande nag
Veit eg sikkert at det kjem atter ein dag
Dе flagget skal heisast og riket reisast
Atterkomast skal vеr allmektige stat


2. Left To Hate

Left to blame
Left in shame
A future laid in ruins
Left to blame
Left in shame
A future left to hate

A scapegoat for all sins committed
An icon for all that is evil
Lords of victory compose the history
An illusion of truth is created

A punishment beyond the consequence of the crime
All protests swept aside
With no change for appeal or new evidence for revealed
Vengeance is bound to appear with time

A people stained by the filth of others
Wants to wash their name clean
A new evil to replace the old one
Mass eradication the ultimate mean

In times of misery the herd is easy to lead
A golden future will always breed greed
Compassion is a codex only efficient
When man got more than he needs


3. Pitch Black

Pitch black attack

Alarming sirens fuel the fear
Everywhere there's chaos and decay
Glass shattering
War drums battering
Enter the pitch black brigade

A new regime without crown or king
Ruled by ice cold cadaver discipline
A ravenous destruction of all civilian resilience
A blackened way on this blackened day

The ultimate grimness
Organized with militant precision
An amoral killing brigade
Bringers of sorrow, hate and suppression
Soldiers of perdition marching on

Torture and terror are indoctrinated means
Sledge hammer propaganda oils the war machine
Historical misfits are brought back to life
Immortalised as icons for the pitch black brigade totalitarian regime


4. The Red Smell

Chained to a world of suppression
Embraced by the red perfume
The wretched stench of humiliation
Our own filth consumed

Housed in barracks built for kettle
Stripped for all forms of dignity
Building a path for our own elimination
Deprived of all but misery

Panzer discipline to keep us in line
Constant treachery to survive
Envious of those who has been granted a merciful death
Hopefully we can soon walk in their steps

The survival instinct a cursed function
Death a bittersweet dream
Living for the sake of living
Hell doesn't longer seem at all frightening


5. Hengebjшrki

Ein herleg dag dе gubben vart vekke
Ein grueleg skaping har var
Hans kropp er no atter te jord
Men herjingane hans held fram med е gro

Minna vil bleikna mens uroa leikar
Og gir angsten evig liv
Minna vil bleikna mens angsten den leikar
Og gir sviket evig liv

Mang ei natt ho ha vakna av sine eigne skrik
Sinte og bitter pе eit rotnande lik
Slik han hadde vanvara
Var det umogeleg е forsvara
Den djupe respekten var no eit stingande svik

Ho sveitta og skjelve
Han er over alt
Frе morgon til kveld ei gnagande harme
Ho orka ikkje meir
Men kva kan ho gjera
Hans еtferd vil alltid gjera ho til offer for hat

Atter ein dag pе den gamle gard
Sola har vist seg
Det blir ein fine dag
Frе bjшrki ein ser sveiande skugge
Der heng ho е dingla
Kva var det ho trudde


6. Our Battle

A pale sky
Lack of visibility due to fog
A quit humbling sound
As the train of war trembles
To it's final destination

Rain falls
As life of men perish
At the hands of the leader
No mercy will be shown

Even the slightest of doubt is gone
The final solution being born

As we rise our banner
As we walk on proud
As we take what's our to hold
With no one by our side


7. Hang 'Em All

Minister of death
Please take my soul
Minister of death
I'll hang 'em all

I hail the discipline which I'm granted
Embrace the firm iron grip
Stand in line and obey the orders
Minister of death
I'll hang 'em all

Down in the trenches ready to fight
A war of hatred with victory in sight
Filthy harlots and rat infested scum
Minister of death
I'll hang 'em all

All moral codexes put aside
It is killing to survive
I'll end the battle at the last death-rattle
Minister of death
I'll hang 'em all

There will be no retribution
Your king has already been hung
Merciless i slay his memory
Minister of death
I'll hang 'em all


8. Eit Kapittel For Seg Sjшlv

Dei beksvarte stunder еleine
I den kaldaste mшrktid
Dе vжta er den einaste venen
Og otta er berre mi

Dе er einsemda stundom vakker
Ho gir tankane spelerom
Og skolten den blir brukt
Til е skapa heidendom

For fanden lokkar og lurer
Allestader ein gеr
Sjшlv her eg sit еleine
Er det faenskapen som rеr

Det er best е bli sitjande slik
Е tenkja pе meg og mitt
For om andre skulle bry seg
Sе vil einsemda kjenna seg snytt

Dе gir eg svarte i dшmande profetiar
Om kva som er den rette veg
For ingen kan vel fortelja
Kva som er godt eller ilt for meg

Nei dе sprett eg heller korken
Og skjenker meg litt шl
Sе kan de slarva i fred
Om tylen som er
Eit kapittel for seg sjшlv