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With defiance and resistance
I burn the bridges and their names
Will I ever comprehend
My own spells and games?
Let me keep my world
Let me have my slaves
They all do wonders for me
So I can leave things be
Let me keep my world
As I'm too blind to see
When I lay in bed at night - Wishing well
When I pray for recovery - Feeling hell
Suffocating in my own filth
With no fresh air to inhale
Born treacherous!
Insanity keeps me away and free
From the core of responsibility
But once the pace quickens
I'll be derived from myself
In total mind captivity
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The core principle of freedom
Is the only notion to obey
This door will allow evolution of sins
Bringing new way
The rebirth is the year of completion
As we slowly awaken from slumber
As we slowly awaken from slumber
The men break this and the spirit ends
Gateways
While the gift is hard to get acclaimed
Gateways
No rules are restraints on our new planet
Gateways
While the ancient future is reclaimed
Gateways
No rules are restraints on our new planet
Gateways
While the ancient future is reclaimed
Gateways
Its all there for the eyes that can see
The blind ones will always suffer in secrecy
Praise the omen oh what lies submerged
Untouched within us
The core principle of freedom
Is the only notion to obey
This door will allow evolution of sins
Bringing new way
The rebirth is the year of completion
As we slowly awaken from slumber
Till we see the light that shines in darkness
The light that shines forever more
Forever more
Be the broken or the breaker
Be the giver or the undertaker
Unlock and open the door
Be the healer or the faker
The keys are in your hands
Realize you are your own sole creator
Of your own master plan
Be the broken or the breaker
Be the giver or the undertaker
Unlock and open the door
Be the healer or the faker
The keys are in your hands
Realize you are your own sole creator
Of your own master plan
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Old dreams return
Disillusioned I yearn
Am I buried beneath sand and clay?
The caress of cold soil
With limbs crippled to the coil
Locked inside a nightmare womb
Tarnished and grief stricken
Emptiness within a void
Longing for the sun to shine
To discourage the demonoid
Salvation!
Darkness reborn!
We seem to keep fading away
Holding on to that last final sway
A doctrine of self salvation
Darkness reborn on resurrection day
Stagnating in dead waters
While circling above the surface
Of the deep pale desert sea
Cutting that other life of lines
Salvation!
Wish we'd never met
Salvation!
And rather gone our seperate ways
Salvation!
All times spent together
Salvation!
Are the darkest of days
Salvation!
Darkness reborn!
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Forces of the northern light - Assemble
Forces of the northern night - Call to arms
Summoned by the secrets of sacrifice
Meeting destiny on the road we took to avoid it
As we only compete with ourselves
Left is that of a confident union
What bridge to cross and what bridge to burn
Deceit is everywhere you turn
We weed out the weak and their weep
Evolving - Compulsively
Behaving - Inconsistently
Yet the pulse is pounding
Restoration is the name
For those who are left in the game
Invocation in the name of our flame
Dimmu Borgir!
The deviants seek but one place
Dimmu Borgir!
Forward onward march!
Forgive we shall not
Forget we shall not
With trickery and treat
Enemies will face defeat
No place for dreamers
As our formation is lava
Fire is with or against you
And so it burns
Constant retribution calling
From the shadows of three consecutive sixes
Merging with the cold dark vacuum
Talent is worthless unless excercised
"When the world is turning
You'll find your true nature
When the first is last and the last is first
You'll be where you choose to be"
Forgive we shall not
Forget we shall not
Fire is with or against you
And so it burns
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Shedding the old skin
Procreating new sin
Incubation and isolation
A new storm is brewing
Ritualist!
Shedding the old skin
Ritualist!
Procreating new sin
Ritualist!
Incubation and isolation
Ritualist!
A new storm is brewing
Away with obstacles to progress
Those deficient in ambition to prosperity
Yearning but what already is gone
The remains digress
And start anew
Ritualist!
Aligned with the continuum
Ritualist!
Expanding the source at hand
Aligned with the continuum
Expanding the source at hand
Altering the past and the present
The future changes the chain of command
Transfusion of new blood
Congregation of the true blood
With no chains attached
We're letting the past rest
And things will never quite be the same
Transfusion of new blood
Mobilization of true blood
What's leaving is already left behind
What's leaving is already left behind
With no chains attached
We're letting the past rest
Things will never quite be the same
When we are in charge of the game
Dispatching the chained ones
While being watched by the eyes of time
Everything is clearer now
The search is on for the next horizon
Ritualist!
Moving forward with silence and rapid pace
Ritualist!
Since the horror dawned upon our immediate race
Ritualist!
The veil has once again been extracted
Ritualist!
From the mist that dimmed our eyes
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Synthetic residue touched upon
Scars and wounds frown upon
While other wounds are closing
Stars and losers reassemble
Within thy own abyss
Sought through internal pyre and wind
Not ready to remember where to begin
For another day is yet to come
Before the night takes us home
What will remain
What will leave trace
While travelling through
Time and space
Arcane perfection
Arcane illumination
Arcane perfection
Sweeps away darkness of the old ways
Arcane illumination
Welcomes the birth of another
Haunting visions dawn upon me
While time is standing still
Lost far beyond the imaginary
Out of reach for the soul
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Through moors and mists of deception
The uninitiated are conjoined
Illusive bliss feeds obsession
A feeble orientation is provoked
Inflammatory bonds will be broken
Being the shepherd no more
Yearning for that ever glowing token
In ongoing lore
Images appear before my eyes
At any given time
Burdened bearing all their lies
Leaping laughter and secret smiles
Inflammatory bonds will be broken
Being the shepherd no more
Yearning for that ever glowing token
In ongoing lore
The treasure lies not in regression
But in reaching the levels of becoming
That harboured within us for centuries
Centuries of long lost knowing
Spirit and matter defined
Spirit and matter refined
The upper planes accessed
Insight and co-alliance addressed
Spirit and matter defined
Spirit and matter refined
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Dare not to inflict upon my wishes
Dare not to obstruct upon my path
Dare not to pretend to lick my wounds
When all it means is opening another
Purity comes with rebirth
Reassigned through the slit
Spawned out of the shadows
The light is once again lit
False regrets
Deepest of despair
False visions
Reservoir of grief
False regrets
Whatever presence
False visions
That graced my spirit
Whiffs of clarity
And universal understanding
Come and go
I'm too young and too old
To continue this worthless fight
I've seen through the darkness
To understand the value of light
Though I seek validity
From the Ides of March
I watch the darkness
Open its jaws
Whatever presence
That graced my spirit
Is for whomever
I choose to inherit
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Ages of the past
Abrahadabra!
Forever to last
Enter the supreme unknown
From within the chambers
Comes expansion of thy own free will
From the outer rooms
Comes extensions of thy own free will
Through the confines of tomorrow
We reappear still
Timeless and elemental
From the ancient future
Comes the seamless and the endless
Ages of the past
Energies eternal
Forever to last
Seeing - Evolving
Willing - Achieving
Beyond the next worlds
Flee the cage of insecurity
Enter the supreme unknown
Expand the inner and outer horizon
For it is as obvious as it is shown
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