Interpret:

Satyricon

Album:

Ten Horns Ten Diadems

Filthgrinder, No-love machine, Cleaner 
Unknown to remorse and pity 
Cynical, Electrical fucking murderer 
What a scenery, The heavy pulsebeat of the 
Unholy Alliance and the white fear 
Take a look around and understand, (That) your days are Numbered 
The demon on the Wall and the ticking clock 
Closing in (On that final) grasp for air, Do you still believe? 
The future beast is rising and tyranny has come for 777 years 
Reach out for mercy, It's just a bygone anyway 
Filthgrinder - Practice aggression 
Filthgrinder - Protect the wealth of the Elite 
Filthgrinder - Tremble upon the ugly 
Trueborn creature, Twist that Firm grasp of yours 
Like in days of old 
He can feel it, He knows they can't 
To be in league with the underworld can't be mistaken 
You don't believe, You know! 
He chants a primitive gospel, So very hard 
Yeah! 
The mechanisms of destructive behaviour can be an artform In itself 
The beast risen represents no so called dark mercy 
Evil knows no good, Good knows no evil 
But a saviour he is in all forms, But religious 
A Grand engine carrying years of built up Hatred and Powers 
You know that, Isn't that why I can smell your fear? 
Your heart trying to rip its way through your chest 
Fitlhgrinder a beastified being risen from the collective 
Hatred of an oppressed people 
A people representing Pride, Dignity and Honour!