Drifting
In the Air
Above a Cold Lake
Is a Soul
From an Early
Better Age
Grasping for
A Mystic Thought
In Vain...but Who's to Know
Further on Lies Eternal Search
For Theories to Lift the Gate
Only Locks Are Made Stronger
And More Keys Lost as Logic Fades
In the Pool of Dreams the Water Darkens
For the Soul That's Tired of Search
As Years Pass by
The Aura Drops
As Less and Less
Feelings Touch
Stupidity
Has Won too Much
The Hopeless Soul Keeps waiting
Il tuo voto:
[November '91]

His Head is a Head of a Serpent
From its Nostrils Mucus Trickles...
The Ears Are those of a Basilisk
His Horns Are Twisted into three Curls

Ea, lord of the depths........

The Body is a Sun Fish, Full of Stars
The Base of His Feet Are Claws
His Name Is Sassu Wunnu
A Sea Monster. A Form of Ea

Ea, lord of the depths......
Il tuo voto:
Hear my Sword
...in the Making
Of my Spell
Literally
Damkuna, Iftraga
Sheb Nigurepur, Dafast
The World's Tragedy, Is Served at My Feast
Il tuo voto:
This is war
I lie wounded on wintery ground
With hundred of corpses all around
Many wounded crawl Helplessly round
On the blood red snowy ground
War war war war
Cries of the suffering sound
Cries for help to all Their dear moms
War war war war
Many hours of music
Many drops of blood
Many shiverings and now I'm dead
And still we must never give up
War war war war
Il tuo voto:
[March '91]

[Instrumental]
Il tuo voto:
I Immaterialize
And Slowly Drift
Into the Unknown
With the Cold Winds with Soul
The Wintery Plains Lie Untouched
I Ride on My Elements
Towards the Stars Unseen
A Quest
For Knowledge
In the
Astral
Luminous
Stench Intensifies
As I
Near a Spectral Sphere
After a Hundred
Men's Lifetime
In Analyzing
I learn
To Consume
The Sphere
Of Immense Power
And To
Become Immortal
Darkness Hate and Winter
Rules the Earth when I Return
War
Between Races
A Goal Is Reached
Chaos, Hate
Il tuo voto:
En ukjent stemme kalte
Fra tårnet hvor ingen bodde
Fra bortenfor skogen
Hvor intet levde

Et rop i drømmen så skjønt
Som stemmen til dronningen av natten

Vi våknet og saa månen
Delvis dekket av dystre skyer

Det var kaldt og vått
På vår ferd inn i riket
Av ufødte tanker
Endelig kan vi se hva som kalte
For vi fulgte den stemmen i natt...


-- English Translation --

An unknown voice called
From the tower where nobody dwells
From beyond the wood
Where nothing lives

A cry in the dream so beautiful
Like the voice of the queen of the night

We awoke and saw the moon
Covered partly by gloomy clouds

It was cold and wet
On our journey
To the realm
Of the unborn thoughts
Finally we can see what called
For we followed the voice tonight...
Il tuo voto:
[May '90]

[Instrumental]
Il tuo voto:
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