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The Age of Nero | paroles / lyrics

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album  : The Age of Nero
groupe : Satyricon
sortie   : 2008

+ paroles Satyricon

01- Commando
02- The Wolfpack
03- Black Crown On A Tombstone
04- Die by My Hand
05- My Skin Is Cold
06- The Sign Of The Trident
07- Last Man Standing
08- Den Siste

Commando

In the house of lords
We control the movement
Of your limbs
There is endless beauty
In the might that we possess
Dragons are creatures
Of (our) own imagination
And dragons... Dragons breathe fire

We throw stones in the water
And see the waves
That we create

We push - Push hard
Predatorial instinct, built for the kill

Commando - Stones in the water
Commando - The Age of Nero

Keep looking for morning
In the shelter of night
(While) we renew our strength
Transfusing my blood

New layers to the core
I am ready now
As the world kneels

We push - Push hard
Predetorial instinct, built for the kill

Commando - Stones in the water
Commando - The Age of Nero

The Wolfpack

She's roaming free
Tucked with a lifeline
She's haunting me
Rocked by the netherworld

Consciously comes to me
Down her knees
Painfully she moans indeed
Rapidly aggressively
Daggers shine and daggers kill

Nightfall
Chaos alive
Demonic
The wolfpack

Your path is lit
Look for the alpha
Drugged to the bone
In the devils grip

Consciously comes to me
Down her knees
Painfully she moans indeed
Rapidly aggressively
Daggers shine and daggers kill

Nightfall
Chaos alive
Demonic
The wolfpack

Warcraft of the witch
Ceremonial ritual
This is the dream
That came to follow me

Nightfall
Chaos alive
Demonic
The wolfpack

Black Crown On A Tombstone

Hidden under it's wings
The darkness you wish to hide
Bearer of ugly truths

Grey...
Somber morning
Through blurry glass
The black crow

Here comes the messenger
Found bringer of dark days
Here comes the messenger
Black crow on a tombstone

Stare
That reeks of death
The posture
Makes you tremble

Here comes the messenger
Found bringer of dark days
Here comes the messenger
Black crow on a tombstone

(She'll) seek
And find you
Make you remember

Here comes the messenger
Found bringer of dark days
Here comes the messenger
Black crow on a tombstone

Hidden under it's wings
The darkness you wish to hide
Bearer of ugly truths

On a grey
Somber morning
Through blurry glass
The black crow

Here comes the messenger
Found bringer of dark days
Here comes the messenger
Black crow on a tombstone

Die by My Hand

They ride the winds
Avoiding resistance
Choosing not to fight
Wanting to live
To lie another day
Pale figures in life

And so in death...
A painful existence
Wanting so much
Yearning to be
You know you lose
And I know it hurts

Die by my hand
As close as you'll ever get
Die by my hand
Accept defeat and find peace

You seek the truth
That you define
Waving the flag
Of the pitiful (kind)
You could never prepare
For my battle cry

Die by my hand
As close as you'll ever get
Die by my hand
Accept defeat and find peace

My Skin Is Cold

My skin is cold and the birds fly free
Over my head, where winter grows
A heathens call, stand up or fall
This world is yours, for you to rule

This, the blood of sin
Flows freely
This, unstoppable force
In the naked flesh
My skin is cold - your skin is cold

Black metal rock and a scent of leather
And bloodstained gold
With rain and wind come times of change,
and dream come true
I go with you, on the path we make

This, the blood of sin
Flows freely
This, unstoppable force
In the naked flesh
My skin is cold - your skin is cold

Snow covered mountain
I gaze in awe
Wondering who and what was here before
I made my mark on that sacred soil
This phoenix rose from a pit of pain

This, the blood of sin
Flows freely
This, unstoppable force
In the naked flesh
My skin is cold - your skin is cold

One nations man carrying the weight,
of a peoples disgrace
This is the turnaround!
Driven by birthright and godsent will
The time has come for you to rule

This, the blood of sin
Flows freely
This, unstoppable force
In the naked flesh
My skin is cold - your skin is cold

The Sign Of The Trident

Axis of faith
Raw, and untamed in spirit
To do and undo...
We chew this world
And Spit it out

Opinions rise and opinions fall
At the end of days
The trident stands tall
With limitless range
Illuminates all

Answers to no one
Certain and bold
It makes us
Stick to the cause

The wear and tear
Of agony stretched
It makes us...
It makes us stick to the cause

The dustcloud left
From a charging bull
Broken bones and bridges burnt
Fuck them all - It never stops

The Sign of the Trident
Stands paramount, eternal and tall
With tears in our eyes
Above them all

Answers to no one
Certain and bold
It makes us
Stick to the cause

The wear and tear
Of agony stretched
It makes us...
It makes us stick to the cause

Nothing, no nothing can challenge this call
Larger than life, soul and sound
Of undying tribal war

The cracking whip
Held by and iron fist
Determined and loyal
A constellation of bright shining stars

Answers to no one
Certain and bold
It makes us
Stick to the cause

The wear and tear
Of agony stretched
It makes us...
It makes us stick to the cause

Last Man Standing

Death's raw warrior
Enslaver of youth
High-bound sorcerer
Celebrated overlord

Solidly...
Monstrously...
Last Man Standing!

Unmasked emperor
Scavenger and bait
Wrathful conqueror
Reverend and overlord

Consciously...
Destiny...
Last Man Standing!

Death's new warrior
Powerful, not vain
Newborn, not blind
Celebrated overlord

Victory...
Proudly...
Last Man Standing!

Unmasked emperor
Ready for more
Shadowlain wanderer
Reverend and overlord

Den Siste

I det stille Rom
I det klare sinn
Et nakent lerret
Foran han
En urørt mark

Allmektighet
Av riket stort
Den siste var

Allmektighet
Endelig
Vår siste stund
En kjempes slag

Det bor i han
Et storslått hjerte
Den siste kriger
Som aldri ga seg
Som skulle frem

Den siste stund
I naken drakt
Nå står vi her

På avgrunds mark
Den siste dag
Vi visste kom
På moder jord

Fordervet sjel
Vrir sitt indre
Fordømte barn
Av Satans sol

Du skynker
For eget seil
Forbannet vaere
Ditt daue sinn

Herre...
Makt...
Sett dem fri
I storsinns tegn

En langsom ferd
For en herdet sjel
Det ville seg
Det måtte skje
Naturens gang

Allmektighet
Av rike stort
Den siste vår

Allmektighet
Endelig
Vår siste stund
En Kjempes slag

Et skjaer av lys
Som kaster håp
På en fattig mann

Som ikke vet
Hva bor i han
Et salig tegn
På undergang

Den siste stund
I naken drakt
Nå står vi her

På avgrunds mark
Den siste dag
Naturens gang
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