Interpret:

Dimmu Borgir

Album:

Death Cult Armageddon

Cuddled through a cold womb he was 
Pitch black and without sunshine rays 
Hell patiently awaiting him on blood spilled soil 
A noble grief stirred heart, always ready to die 


In sinister systematisation, submission is golden 
As an apprentice to violence, slaughter and bloodshed 
He was like an object that is being processed 
A force-fed destructor ready for abomination 


The vast solitude in him witnessed it all 
Those self afflicting eyes 
And their fear painted faces 
Made out of utter discipline, failure unacceptable 
Hosts to oblivion 
Exploring the darkest of places 
Stench of rotten flesh breathing down his neck 


Every day seemed like an endless night 
When would he ever wake from this void 
No other voice than his own will ever tell 
What was real and where he had been 
What he had done 


Did you bleed for the cause 
Like the rest of his men 
Did you capture the euphoria 
How it was like to kill 
Such a necromantic force behind it all 
They sure did battle till the end 


But when came all the glory 
And who got spared to carry his body 
Just pure death and too profound to be shared 
Was it all a fabricated vision in his memory 
To serve the wastelands of insanity 
At the front 


Life forever lost its innocence 
Never to see the light of day again 
He pondered his last few steps 
Into the realms of death 
With his hands bloodstained 


Courage and consistency 
Bravery and valor 
Honor and pride 
For what was it all worth 
[repeat] 


[Music by Shagrath/Galder/Mustis] 
[Lyrics by Silenoz]