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Mactätus
Album • 1997
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Mactätus
Album • 1997
From the frozen woods of Norway. The spirit from the old trees. The carisma of thousand frozen lakes. And the mountains are so dark and cold. Where the old man was in the early days and wrote his Black Poetry. Days are so cold and time does not help it, we are those who was living for our father, who created this mighty landscape. The Black Poetry from ancient time before the christian intruders. Some days the christian men will be slaughtered, and our father of man will come. From the frozen woods of Norway. The spirit from the old trees. The carisma of thousand frozen lakes. And the mountains are so dark and cold. Where the old man was in his ealy days and wrote his Black Poetry.
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 25, 2025
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Tidens far har sluket alt lys tomhet intet kristent liv er igjen. Den tomme luften fyller alle svake sjelers følelser. Hans haand tar rundt ditt skald og laaser dine fortapte tanker. Intet liv slippes fri du er hans sjel. Og naar alt lys er forsvunnet og mørket slippes fri og det vil for alltid vaere mørkt la ondskapen herje over de døde kristne. Og naar alt lys er forsvunnet og det ikke finnes liv igjen vil jorden vaere et samelt rike av ondskap og pest.
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 25, 2025
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