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Disc 1
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01.
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The Sun Turns Black as Night
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02.
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The Funeral Seemed to Be Endless
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03.
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Darkness Breeds Immortality
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04.
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A Sculpture of the Night
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05.
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Untrodden Paths (Wolves, Part 2)
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06.
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The Sun Has Failed
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07.
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Deathride
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08.
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Earth AD
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09.
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Beyond the Grace of God
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10.
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Glorification
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11.
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Black Tormentor / Shadow of Our Infernal King
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12.
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Infernal Eternal / Towards the Land of the Damned
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Disc 2
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01.
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Bloodletting
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02.
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Todeskessel Kurland
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03.
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Paint It Black
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04.
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Macabre
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05.
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Baptism by Fire (live)
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06.
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Funeral Bitch (live)
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07.
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Dracole Wayda (live)
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08.
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Sulphur Souls
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09.
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Materialized in Stone
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10.
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Opus Nocturne
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11.
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Autumnal Reaper
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12.
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Samhain
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13.
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Hellchild
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Disc 3
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01.
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Panzer Division Marduk (Hamburg, Germany, 1999)
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02.
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Burn My Coffin (Hamburg, Germany, 1999)
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03.
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Baptism by Fire (Hamburg, Germany, 1999)
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04.
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The Sun Turns Black as Night (Hamburg, Germany, 1999)
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05.
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Wolves (Norrkoping, Sweden, 1993)
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06.
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Holy Inquisition (Norrkoping, Sweden, 1993)
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07.
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Still Fucking Dead (Krokek, Sweden, 1992)
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08.
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Within the Abyss (Krokek, Sweden, 1992)
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09.
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Dark Endless (Hengelo, Holland, 1997)
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10.
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The Sun Has Failed (Heidenheim, Germany, 1995)
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11.
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Burn My Coffin (Lossnitz, Germany, 1994)
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12.
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Materialized in Stone (Bradford, England, 1996)
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13.
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The Black… (Dynamo Open Air, Holland, 1999)
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14.
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Azrael (San Francisco, USA, 2001)
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15.
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Beyond the Grace of God (San Francisco, USA, 2001)
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16.
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Those of the Unlight (Essen, Germany, 1999)
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17.
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Sulphur Souls (Essen, Germany, 1999)
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This ghastly skeleton, bone bare on ghostly nag
Gallops through space
No spurs, no whips
And yet his steed pants towards apocalyps
Nostrils a-snort in epeleptic fit
Headlong they rush, athwart the infinite
With rash and trampling hoof
The cavalier, his flashing sword aflame
Glashes - now here, now there
Amongst the nameless slaughtered horde
Then goes inspecting like some manor-lord
The charnel ground, chill and unbound where
Under a bleak suns pallid leaden glare
Histories great sepulchered masses lie
From the ages near
And the ages long gone by
Death can on both black and white horses ride
Across the threshold of infinity he you guide
Death can step along smiling within the dance
And as a pawn in a game of chess you stand no chance
Death can also beat a drum
He drums hard and he drums soft
The time has come for you to leave the mortal croft
All your dreams he beats into dust
Die, die, die you must
I svangen latta i dansens ringar
I stigen yra i nojets lag
Och myrten blommar och lyran klingar
Men over troskeln stiger jag
Då stannar dansen
Då sankas ljuden
Då vissnar kransen
Då bleknar bruden
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