Тексты песен «Darkened Nocturn Slaughtercult»

Some unwelcoming smell depresses the place. A look into the mirror, I see the devil incarnate. Some misanthrophist in my direction - In my deserted interior is a world Of misty windswept moorlands. Full of thoughts,...

Evanescently glare of daytime wilting sets a glow nights mercerized finery. What is emptiness? What is vacuity? Profound blue transmuting to utter black. A barrow within nothingness, within swarthiness, within...

For Centuries of immutable frost, these woods have been oh so dark. Darker than the blackest of storms, which drapes the dell in formless shadows. A thousand tears maiming cold, saturating an elder evil, A malice that...

Quiesence, so precious, well-nigh forgotten, echoes through the wooden baronial hall. Smouldering ornaments, marvelous shimmering, beyond human entities,incinerating the throne in a semblance of triangular madness. The...

A vast colossos is storming over the land, the gigant judgement of sudden death, it is creeping up, transforming the human dwelling into a combustion chamber. His venomous breath gives glimbse to all hillsides of the...

We call upon the insubstantial entities, whose radiant glare deprives from the spirit. Yon, the ones the eye can barely follow, Yon whose rapid ceasing resembles a fiery spark. Descending back into chaos, at a flaming...

Imagine... Underneath Bethlehem's star, plagues of depravitz are unleashed - on the path of obliteration the seed to destroy. Hatched from the womb of a maggot mouldering hag! AD PORTAS IBI TEMPUS FUGIT A fire the...

[Comments inside the brackets] Where the water flow together, in the land of the mountains of trees, there is seen a zadule running to escape. Fleeing towards the dismal dark...dark! Come closer and see, stare at the...

Diluvial cleansing glinting morning dew upon languishing vitality of atrophying spirits. Astonishing pulchritude reflects in a dead mans golden stare, whilst sham mirrors become obsolete. Henceforth their sorrow came...

This is the beginning of all end, This is the returning of all fears, This is the existing pain, The desire of my wide Emirdiale! It's where the paths lead to my Zadule, Where nobody exists! This is the time of Glory,...

...a pitiless march through the dark and mantling clouds. The shadow that departs - the life that flees away, and it's place is known no more... Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, where each in his narrow...

Listen to the white winds of death! The cries broke the silence of the cimonar. Gliding between the centuries of time And I riped their wings of life. Their decay period started, and I know they are destructible! The...

In the distance, in the night, shadows engage the light. Winds waft their spirits vibrancy. Lay down and cloth the world into eternal glory of darkness. Saldorian Spell - Long live the silence, lasting reign of night -...

Suitor of death - whose soul is sheared to pieces. You are wandering alone straying in haze and dismal shades. Rival of death ? whose eyes have seen silver leafs on golden boughs upon the great tree of dawn. Embody the...

Das Sein - Die Spanne zwischen Geburt und Tod. Inanimation on whole Emerdiale, wide desolation presents Zylef. From the depths of misery I see them, I see them in the depths of misery, the greatest pest. Erlosung und...

Winged bearer of astral lights, who's span enfolds seven principals, ye, I summon thee. From solitude, out of inaneness, awaken, descent from oblivion down to the everlasting four. Ye, who walketh within the twilight...

A spiritual cold spell fills the air, from the depth of my soul, I can breathe the smell of decay. Walking on the ground of mighty Saldor, during the hours of darnkness. Silent drops of tulwool are balming the steps,...

The resentful wanderer sets out on the misty path of enlightment. Though in absence of fear, still many a few which worries him. He is like winter's embrace - cold, yet with these mesmerizing sights Of spectral...

Part the shadow, the chasm and the night. Within the ancient Saldor their awed voices are heard. Within the ruins they are echoing off the walls as reflections of past saturnine deeds. Rituals scarred subtle worlds...

They seize the spectre of Cimonar, and set up against the vastness of unforeseeable. Nothing else remains except to let self-destruction run It's unstoppable course. Riding through rotting stench in blood swamp Riding...