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Dimmu Borgir - Stormblåst - Kings of the Carnival Creation
StormblÄst
Disc 1
01. Alt lys er svunnet hen
02. Broderskapets ring
03. Når sjelen hentes til helvete
04. Sorgens kammer, del II
05. Da den kristne satte livet til
06. Stormblåst
07. Dødsferd
08. Antikrist
09. Vinder fra en ensom grav
10. Guds fortapelse – Åpenbaring av dommedag
11. Avmaktslave
Disc 2
01. Spellbound (by the Devil)
02. Vredesbyrd
03. Kings of the Carnival Creation
04. Progenies of the Great Apocalypse
05. Mourning Palace
Incarnated marvels simplefied
Effects from such a disconsalate kind
Impotence of the once so perfect living
Erase and rewind

Stand rigid for the next battle
Peace means reloading your guns
The love for life is all hatred in disguise
A carnival creation with masks undone

In search for the guideliness to the gateways of sin
Through mires of misanthropy with wrath in mind
Sophistication as cruelty and perfection as virulent truth
Confidently dawned, to pick the best of enemies

An abyss womb strech wide open, exposed to retaliate

With the stigma feasting on your flesh as I wish you well
Thorns from the fountains of faith licking lepered skin
Worshipped by anyone's mass on your planet hell
What on earth possessed you?

Consuming illusions made from hysteria and swallowed tongues

Devoured by doubt, conducting arts of misconception
Testimonial suffiency declaring numbess of all perceptions

Glance into the blackness hidden beneath your surface
And enjoy the suffering, sanity drained in disrespect
With such bedevilled faith in good, subsequently trusting evil
Next step for mankind will be the last seasons in sin

With the stigma feasting on your flesh as I wish you well
Thorns from the fountains of faith licking lepered skin
Worshipped by anyone's mass on your planet hell
What on earth possessed you?

Consuming illusions made from hysteria and swallowed tongues

Left are the kings of the carnival
Creation, carrying out of the echoes of the fallen

Sense the withering eternity as it fades away
The ultimate graceskess voyage of all times
Only death will be guarding your angels, silently
Cripples joining arms in clamour,
Institionalized for the rebirth, the herd will be hunted