Volcano-Satyricon Lyrics

With Ravenous Hunger

On my signal, unleash HellWho made deceit into the ultimate award?Who told you, you're not poisoned?I see the snake coiling inside youI see the venom in your eyesYou can't stab me, or even touch meYou can't betray me, it's just an illusionI built the pain inside youI spawned the snakeIt will gradually tear you apartIt will eat you from insideNo longer sweet revengeNo longer emotional triumphPity you, led to believe (in own willpower)Pity you, (resting) on withered laurelsCan't you see, the world's on fire...Can't you feel, you're getting burnt!There's a day coming, for me to rip and to rapeThere's a winter coming, for you to be swallowedSwallowed by emotional coldSwallowed by a power much greater than yourselfWho made deceit into the ultimate award?Who told you, you're not poisoned?I see the snake coiling inside youI see the venom in your eyesYou can't stab me, or even touch meYou can't betray me, it's just an illusionI built the pain inside youI spawned the snake

Angstridden

Born into a field of flowers, to slowly wilt awaySheltered by wings, delicately smothered by blindnessReleased among the wolves, thus molded by resistanceRidden by the clawed hoofs of tyrantsThe fruit of other worlds, but grown by lonelinessConcealing a black soul, and but sensing the beyondUniquely grown from withinShimmered by a darker night, but left to solitudeHow can one disclose a darker night,If one but rests?Or evidence the suffering,By wordly gauge?Or comprehend the long-drawn agonyWhen pain and evil never trod one downLike a warring sun, from a better kingdomBeautiful, free, of different steel!Dearly prized, and equally brokenHe should have gone free of you!An emotional tumour, gnaws from insideOf heartless, spineless treasonThe darkest night now weaves its loomSoon to release its spawn

Fuel For Hatred

Scornful, relentless memoryRipped of all but driveUndressed by betrayalZero tolerance for the souldeadWish I was the violence,Inflicted upon youFuel for Hatred, air raid siren to mankindLittle you,Still like a claw in my eyePulsating organic rageI should have let you off of the hookMind driftsInto dynamic painUniversal onslaughtI'm on my own (One soul, one hate)Fuel for Hatred, air raid siren to mankindDamnation, holocaustDevil horns for you to rideTime for the angelTo spread his wings and flyWorld opponent,Wishmaster of gruesome painStormtroops' frantic fury,Demoniac spitfire!Abortion of religious life, distinguish the rotI hate youTo a level of intoxicationDon't feel alone,I've got enoughI wish you slow death,Slow death by grindingFuel for Hatred, air raid siren to mankind

Suffering The Tyrants

Crawling down the road of lifeAnother hopeless speechGruesome soul numbnessPeople stare, do they knowI am suffering the tyrantsEvery gesture is a malicious attackA firm fist of miseryBut it shall not coincideWith the Lion's downfallThere are no tearsNo feeling of guiltNowhere to channel the angerNowhere to leave the painHow can they feast upon the Lion without knowing?...He will eventually rise againHunt him down (when He is at his weakest)Tempt him down (on His knees if you can)Stronger than all (so it's futile)All there is left (right now) is personal prideEnough to return with rays of light

Possessed

Mourning the decayBitter ungodly enemyCast into heavy woeLeft in the corner of the world (we are possessed)Out of the maze, with clearsight - at the brink of one's abyssOut of the maze, with clearsight - cold eyes at the worldOut of the maze, with clearsight - disbelief and scornOut of the maze, with clearsight - not poisoned by your fraud (we are possessed)The realisation of the positionNo longer vulnerableHaving played the music no one could understandSerenade to the devil's den - He, the final frontier!Defaming judgementUpon the starving soulsMourning self-made pestilenceCannon fodder for theApocalypseA haunt for every unclean spiritLord of the flies or kingdom of deathCircle the prey, show them your eyes,They bear witness of centuries of mightPredecessor who blessed us with graceIn sempiternal fightExcessive aggression -Fire is the definite sign of rebirth!The elders' electrons channelled through youCarried by thy night SupremacyBorn to win this battle, defeat is the tongueOf the whore

Repined Bastard Nation

Do we need another bastard nation...Another force-fed disgustDo we need another bastard nation...Aiming at us clinicallyLike an insect-swarmTowards the shapeless mouthOf a dead whoreWe need the spirit, the voice, the angel of lightArising from melted massWe need the spirit, the voice, the angel of lightTaking invincible shapeTo standing ovationRepossessing night and her hand's godly touchThe unbearable feeling of hitting thatDark wall is a scene that must come to an endEartly decay in front of our eyesNow, now it's killing for a livingNo more repined bastard nationA generous gesture to a people so blindNo more repined bastard nationFumbling, descending, away from the lightIt takes a non-poisoned creatureTo withstand a monster that has grown and spawned,A darkness, I can not tolerateA darkness we must buryDo they feel, do they absorb our pain...The search to justify one truthDo they feel, do they absorb our pain...The greater understandingIt takes a non-poisoned creatureTo defeat and destroy a monster,That has grown and spawnedA darkness, a darkness we can not tolerate