Marduk je švédská black metalová kapela založená v roce 1990 v Norrköpingu. Kapelu založil Morgan Steinmeyer Håkansson. Jeho cílem bylo vytvořit tu nejsataničtější kapelu, která kdy existovala. To se mu v podstatě skoro povedlo. Marduk jsou...

Píseň: Nightwing

Interpret:
Marduk
Album:
Nightwing
Nightwing fly across the sky 
And cast your shadow over those who before dawn die 
Beyond a great vast forest lies in desolate land 
Ruled by men controlled by Satans hand 
Haunted by the vultures which are the devils own 
Craving for the everblood dripping saints stone 
And with dark rites in nights blackest hour 
Nightmares strife for the darksides blessing and the higher power 


And the mantel of power should be sholdered by the firstborn 
The one who crave evil and all kinds of human feeling scorn 
He who drank his blood and leaves his foes ripped and torn 
And which the king halls up high since long forlorn 


Have you ever wondered what's beyond the human sphere 
To behold life through deaths dark veils from the demons lair 
To stand above the eternal rest and every rest night rise up from your tomb 
And behold life like the ones who with was born from their mothers womb 


For I am death and so shall be 
When on the nightwing you ride with me 


The warlocks deople, enchanter of ghouls 
With exposed fangs from which blood drouls 


Nightwing - storm throughout eternity 
And rip asunder those who fall for the human mockery 
Witchin the massive castwalls lurks the evil now again 
Which with wise men made a truse by giving the blood of gods best men 
He who possesses the gift which send shivers down the spine 
And awaken people who step away from the mortal worlds decline 


He is the fierce creature which the angels fear to chase 
Who see pain as passion and lives at war with the mortal race 


His tomb is for any horse to cross like a mountain step 
He has come to awake the devil from his sleep 


The warlocks deciple, enchanter of ghouls 
Witch exposed fangs from which the blood drouls 


Pulled from our frail existence by the claws of death 
To defy the scythe and feel the reapers breath 
To walk the tunnel backwards when you first life has been slain 
And when all mortal feelings has ceased to cause you pain 
For I am darkness and so you shall be 
As on the nightwing you ride with me