Rise it up
Let us oppose
The thought from our land
And cultivate
In a cursed ground
A sorrowful lineage
For so and weigh down
They bottom-hearted careless
Who have confidence 'til
That soul bread
For that belief you possess
Is nothing else than disgust and pride
And your need after knowledge
Is an overflood of scorn and deascration
Grief to my heart is not thirst
After heavenly body
Not is that failing search after angel might
It is fiery and that burning
It is merely that what you
Dishounor for that
Take part in the possesing shadow
Delight your soul with sinners under
From where are surely you
When lamp put out
But dead appaear not
With our bidding
Throughly sound from that splendid inheritance
Want it endly ruin
Bring doom over others about your own head
There you conceal your shame in praise song
So shall you have tasted fruits
Of your own decease
As a flock of hellish origin
And administrator of despicable son
We match your disgusting splendour
With demonstration of our heavy birth
Lie your mind in absence of breath
Shamefare backwards without might
Rise up
Let us fight
The thought away from our backs
Rise up
Let us fight
The thought away from our backs
And seed
On a cursed land
A lineage of pain
And seed
On a cursed land
A lineage of pain
Then to burden
The of the merciful
Who believe in
The bread of the soulless
Then to burden
The of the merciful
Who believe in
The bread of the soulless
For the faith you posses
Is nothing but disgust and arrogance
And your need for knowledge
Is an abundance of mockery and desecration
For the faith you posses
Is nothing but disgust and arrogance
And your need for knowledge
Is an abundance of mockery and desecration
The pain in my heart is not thirst
For a heavenly body
The pain in my heart is not thirst
For a heavenly body
Nor is the failing search for angelic power
It is the fire and it burns
It's just that you
Are in its way...
Nor is the failing search for angelic power
It is the fire and it burns
It's just that you
Are in its way
Take part in the shadow of guilt
Please your soul with the wonders of sin
For where will you be
When the lamp is extinguished
But death comes not
With our message
Reverberations from the splendid inheritance
Will redeem the eternal corruption
Bring judgement over heads other than your own
Where you hide your shame in songs of praise
Then you shall taste the fruit
Of your own passing away
Like a flock of hellspawns
And stewards of the son of despite
We parry their guile with the magnificence of disgust
By the evidence of our heavy burden
Lies their mind drowning
Left dessicated without power
Wrath Birth
Rise it up Let us oppose The thought from our land
And cultivate In a cursed ground A sorrowful lineage
For so and weigh down They bottom-hearted careless Who have confidence 'til That soul bread
For that belief you possess Is nothing else than disgust and pride And your need after knowledge Is an overflood of scorn and deascration
Grief to my heart is not thirst After heavenly body
Not is that failing search after angel might It is fiery and that burning It is merely that what you Dishounor for that
Take part in the possesing shadow Delight your soul with sinners under From where are surely you When lamp put out
But dead appaear not With our bidding Throughly sound from that splendid inheritance Want it endly ruin
Bring doom over others about your own head There you conceal your shame in praise song So shall you have tasted fruits Of your own decease
As a flock of hellish origin And administrator of despicable son We match your disgusting splendour With demonstration of our heavy birth Lie your mind in absence of breath Shamefare backwards without might
The translations are more like:
The translations are more like:
Burden of Wrath
Burden of Wrath
Rise up Let us fight The thought away from our backs
Rise up Let us fight The thought away from our backs
And seed On a cursed land A lineage of pain
And seed On a cursed land A lineage of pain
Then to burden The of the merciful Who believe in The bread of the soulless
Then to burden The of the merciful Who believe in The bread of the soulless
For the faith you posses Is nothing but disgust and arrogance And your need for knowledge Is an abundance of mockery and desecration
For the faith you posses Is nothing but disgust and arrogance And your need for knowledge Is an abundance of mockery and desecration
The pain in my heart is not thirst For a heavenly body
The pain in my heart is not thirst For a heavenly body
Nor is the failing search for angelic power It is the fire and it burns It's just that you Are in its way...
Nor is the failing search for angelic power It is the fire and it burns It's just that you Are in its way
Take part in the shadow of guilt Please your soul with the wonders of sin For where will you be When the lamp is extinguished
But death comes not With our message Reverberations from the splendid inheritance Will redeem the eternal corruption
Bring judgement over heads other than your own Where you hide your shame in songs of praise Then you shall taste the fruit Of your own passing away
Like a flock of hellspawns And stewards of the son of despite We parry their guile with the magnificence of disgust By the evidence of our heavy burden Lies their mind drowning Left dessicated without power