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(Black/Death Metal) Fermenting Innards - Myst - 1995 [MP3, tracks, 160 kbps]


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-Fermenting Innards / Myst- Год издания: 1995
Страна: Germany
Жанр: Black/Death Metal
Продолжительность: 00:46:53
Формат: MP3
Битрейт аудио: 160 kbps
Тип рипа: tracks
Наличие сканов в содержимом раздачи: нет-Состав:
Marek Kassubeck - Drums
Rico Spiller - Guitars, Vocals
Mario Weinhold - Vocals
Andreas Hilbert - Bass-Трэклист:
01 - Blood and Thunder (2:25) (Instrumental, written by Mortiis)
02 - Myst (5:15)
03 - Those burning thorns (7:03)
04 - Hateful (3:22)
05 - Transfiguration of the Withered Beauty (4:41)
06 - Eternal Sadness (6:08)
07 - Mourning (3:47) (Nirvana 2002 cover)
08 - The Rising in Northern Storm (5:21)
09 - Svartfoldet Hat (6:28)
10 - Battles on Ice (2:22) (Instrumental, written by Mortiis)



Kingdom called 'Myst'
Builded up by my mind
Born in me - I'm the majesty
Believe in me - I'm my own lie
Mystified in me
Grows black old bright fight
Satisfied in me
Thorned by my own thicket
Thicket made by feelings
All paints out of work
My kingdom is a forest
Placed out of these world
Nightfallen day
Frozen but warmed by me
No law like mine
My judge mourned by me
Builded up your own empire
Out of those jewish law
'Myst' that's I require
Join to my mighty war
Kingdom called 'Myst'
Builded up by my mind

Those burning thorns

Carving a stream of blood
Downward the path
Where Iused to quide, thousand stormy souls
Carry a skull supposed to burn
Into my forest
Where I used to join, thousand flying owles
My scars seems to grow
And the feathers seems to fail
All pain comes from below
A rolling sky attract my sight
Behind the stars in the night shall down
A end of those things so bright
Scream along with the winds
To gather both soul and sins
And to feel the eagle on my shoulder
Bones from fallen souls
Crimly collected ny spying gouls
Feel the fire in a storm much colder
My crown of burning thorns is handed
Those burning thorns, shall......


Dypt inne i deg
Er en trone
Min trone
Jeg er demonen
Jeg foler ved din hud
Foler din hud
Jeg puster med din ande
Puster din ande
Hver en drape
Av deg
Stammer fra meg
Druknet i din hud
Din hud er et
Bur for meg
Dagen vil komme
Da jeg skal bryte ut
A knuse Jodekongen
Som vil kveles
I deres fredfulle oyne

Transfiguration of the Withered Beauty

My honest you my eyes wide open - fear
My honest you make me down in tears
You struggle me without a shame - no shame
You beat me down again and again
I see you - I see you tonight
I see you in Isegrimms garden
Used like a whore my body gets poor
You really make me sick - I gave you the kick
In northern snow my hate will grow
You'll never get my pardon - see you in Isegrimms garden
A heart of ice the skin of snow
I a clod world of hate I'll ever go
Infected of love I fail like a tree
Hate fool the eye the coldest god I see

Eternal Sadness

He has gone into the sadness
Stay with the tears on lips
Empty rooms with partition
Lost in a world of shit
Desinfected floorstones shinning
Cold breath on your eye
Damned to nothing you are falling
Empty souls in empty cases
You feel bored into your own hell
Payed's the price for you
There's the border you have died in
Lost the lasting gane
Once you stay in age of boring
Stay so tight to you
He had lost, the darkness won
He is dead but life goes in
Once we stay in age of boring
Once we stay in tear
Expectation of his lost soul
We crawl on this world
Awaking in the guide through soulsides
The great emperor
He had lost, darkness won
He is dead but life goes on

The Rising in Northern Storm

Relight my way up
Up to these power
In northern storm
Were getting strong
Through flames of ice
Handed on mighty storm I walk
Into the flames I rise
Through stones of fire
Drowned in mighty stream I walk
In fog and thunder I praise
Rising up to Vallhall
get the mightiest out of all
Rising up to the one- eyed
Through flames of ice
Watched by one- eyed father I walk
Into his hall I rise
Through stones of fire
Guarded by fathers arms I walk
In fog and thunder his son rises
Rising up to Vallhall
get the mightiest out of all
Rising up to the one- eyed

Svartfoldet Hat

Kvister av aarenes godhet er knert
Hatet vokser seg stort og sterkt
Bildet av kvitekrist har rivnet
Fra blost av hedensk kraft
Flammer griper om seg
Ikke for tygghet, men som vaapen
Lenge har hedenske sjeler blitt demmet
Vinder fra nord skal igien blaase
Uten varme, men med kulde
Frosten skal igien dominere fjell og skog
Til pinsle for et kristenmanns hjerte
Igien skal vi vandre over hoeye fjell
Og gjennom skog der ulv fryktes
Med et og samme blod
Bundet av svartfolodet hat