Primordial
(<em>Instrumental</em>)
Submitted by Finntroll — Jun 22, 2026
Is this life... or death? There is nothing between me and you Only the abyss divides my mind From the bastard subhuman race Nothing... This synthetic coma called life Where my soul awaits... in oblivion And I feel only hate... and indifference There is nothing between me and you Only the abyss divides my mind from the bastard subhuman race In cold dimness the primordial essence is still alive... I'm totally black! With hate I paint my life I'm totally black! With hate I paint my life I'm not under the leadership of a God I'm the poison in the blood of your Christ And the fingers in your sores The tumor in your brain In cold dimness the primordial essence is still alive I'm totally black! With hate I paint my death!!! I'm totally black! Hate, hate, hate I'm alone as an old owl, but I'll never be white inside The owls are not what they seem Forever black inside In cold dimness the primordial essence is still alive Forever black!
Submitted by Finntroll — Jun 22, 2026
A soaring vibe of death is growing depth... We are the demonic souls left in oblivion We are not under the leadership of a God The world is ruined by christian legacy But something is changing now The heart of christian's filth will be stopped And christian scum will be deleted The black mass has infected the world with unholy pollution Pulling the strings of fate around, crawling in the underground Every night we live the witching hour Soaring blackfire, waiting for our preys to die, soaring blackfire! We are the bastard sons of nature We burn scum with angelic human torches We are the twisted dreams of a madman We dominate human souls with despotic wrath Pulling the strings of fate around, crawling in the underground Every night we live the witching hour Soaring blackfire, waiting for our preys to die, soaring blackfire! Listen the army of rebellion, eliminate the forces of light Their march is even pace... their hammer is cold... Their hunger is sharp... their work is done! The blood of millions flows through my veins The power of millions pumps in my nerves The knowledge of millions burns in my mind The memories of our ancestors are at my side Their scream dearen... their power is strong... Their will is blood... their work is done! Pulling the strings of fate around Crawling in the underground Every night we live the witching hour! Soaring blackfire, waiting for our preys to die Soaring blackfire!
Submitted by Finntroll — Jun 22, 2026
From the tower of hate I await for my dream Total extermination Utopia Your life is nothing Your pain is my seed Seed for my mind Where humanity is no more How delightful is to see Your body slowly going down to the end Your mind suddenly forsake the path Your eyes become empty The gate is closed for you... ...forever! Honour... glory... pride...heroism... I scorn holy symbols I scorn humanity I want mankind incineration Don't pray for and end Because will be your death I'll see you behind this fence 'till the moment of your death Oppression! Persecution! Humiliation! You will turn into dust Annihilated by the wind of hate Utopia
Submitted by Finntroll — Jun 22, 2026
Non mi stancherò mai di ricordarti Che tutto quello che hai E' governato dalle redini di qualcosa che non esiste La falsità più grande che l'uomo abbia mai creato Palcoscenico obsoleto della rappresentazione cristiana Tu parli Le pecore ti seguono Tu parli Io ti odio Dietro quella mascehera di compassione Si nasconde l'essenza della perdizione Nel vosto pantheon angelico Regna la violazione dell'integrità umana Interi libri pieni di leggi e falsa moralità Ma mentre le pecore eseguono il tuo compito La fiamma della lussuria brucia i tuoi occhi Tu comandi Le pecore eseguono Tu comandi Io ti odio Tu comandi Le pecore eseguono Tu parli Io ti odio E il tuo essere uomo si accende di depravazione Le tue mani non puntano il cielo Ma accarezzano la purezza Di chi ancora non sa la verità E Dio nel suo ennesimo giorno di riposo Chiude gli occhi e non osserva le tue mani Che distruggono la verità E il tuo seme che cola dal vulcano dello scandalo Tu comandi Io ti odio Con le mie mani prenderò il tuo corpo E lo aprirò come il corpo di Cristo I tuoi organi saranno cibo per cani Il tuo sangue sputerò sulla croce La tua sessualità sarà la candela Con cui brucerò le tue chiese Tu urli Le pecore pregano per te Tu piangi Io ti uccido Tu urli Le pecore pregano per te Tu piangi Io ti uccido
Submitted by Finntroll — Jun 22, 2026
As a serpent creeping in your stomach Climbing up 'till the mouth In the illusion of life I see the badness Emotions, tearing the strings of the puppets We can laugh or cry But the quintessence of spirit we cannot reach! Hatred for the world, hatred for the flesh Hatred for the civilization, hatred for the love Hatred for the life, hatred for the pain Hatred for the humanity Hatred for the feelings that only hurts me I take a look over and I see only ruins I crawl in my disease I spit on the God's seven days creation I vomit my blackest puke, I cut off my heart Only I want to burn And to destroy all the world No beauty in being a human...
Submitted by Finntroll — Jun 22, 2026
The days has come, cold and grey as the pest Nobody is here, only the few ones Tears will not cross their faces Because this is my will The sky is like the ash, all painted in black and white The rain slowly touches the naked sand Slowly as the end, like a black vortex The procession is coming, coming from the grey sky Where the wind of death is singing They are coming to idolize me, the one Never clean inside, in my hand there is still chaos The funeral procession is coming, coming from the grey sky Here, at the top of the hill, where the day is forgotten The procession is a cold cloak of this funeral song I'm wrapped in plastic but I can still hear them Cry at my funeral, through the wind and the ash The crepuscolar breath whipers me the path To the black house, where I will be forever The funeral procession has arrived, come from the grey sky I'm wrapped in plastic but they are still with me Cry at my funeral through the wind and the ash They are taking me to the path To the black house, where I will be forever
Submitted by Finntroll — Jun 22, 2026
While we may believe our world - our reality to be that is - is but one manifestation of the essence Other planes lie beyond the reach of normal sense and common roads But they are no less real than what we see or touch or feel Denied by the blind church 'cause these are not the words of God - the same God that burnt the knowing
Submitted by Finntroll — Jun 22, 2026