ULFHETHNAR LYRICS

1. War Triumphant

2. Dirlewanger

3. Black Banner Of Pride

Where summits collide and streams turn to ice
Where night drips damp blood and thick clouds wage war
Where lands are aghast and shades spread afar
There we erect our black banner of pride.
Where soil is too low and mist covers all
Where foul corpses pile and life turns to dust
Where mankind is scum and pestilence reigns
There we still fight under our banner of pride.
Where a base stinking race holds the reins of all ours
Where weak dogmas stretch their domes to the skies
And vile social thoughts trample hierarchies down
There war shall wield our black banner of pride.
Battle for those of us who are still proud men
Triumph for those who hold the black standard high.

4. Closing The Circle

Closing the circle and all which to it belongs
Hurting, wounding, trucidating
Fountain of dark, damned feelings
Begotten in noctambulant trances
And suffered by day in weak humiliated souls
By beings worthy of selfishness and coldness
A coldness to act and to show the covenant
Closing the circle arises
The most somber seduction and an inner satisfaction
Inculcated eternally, for ever, in a continual ecstasy,
Fecundated amid the mists,
Sole dawn allowed in the immensity of these shadows
Bringing a virginal blood-red, desirable,
Which the circle takes
Offering it to its innermost feelings
Rejuvenating the darkest pleasure of belonging
Only this is comprehensible intimately
Closing the circle, thus
Mortals in their purest cycle
Disturbing the slumber of ancient powerTo complete the circle.

5. Crush The Red

The empire of the clouds has fallen down
New lies are handled so to survive
Shaking hands with the pigs they seem to hate
From decadence is rising up the socialist State.
A fertile soil of democratic mire
A progressive counter-culture of values vile
Merchant masses imbecilized by medias' spell
From pity and lies the power is now red.
A foul metamorphosis into a lamb
Low speeches wrung from misery and plants
Drowning human strength in basest decadence
Achieving the goal of changing the owners of the same.
They buy the bright lies sold by themselves
Using of propaganda and masses' ignorance
Of periodism, schools and the culture of the State
We have to crush the red before it is too late.

6. Elite Militia

In search of a force to gain the power to dominate
I just can find around weak slaves of vice
Which humiliate and prostitute their pride
Miserable beings just worthy a crown of thorns.
I just think of destroying them
To let them burn in frost
I just think of destroying them
To let them burn in frost.
I shall purify the blood, I shall cleanse my land
Sin search of a pure mind and a pure strength
To ennoble the militia and to exterminate the mediocre scum
For the return of the ancient hierarchies.

7. Dim Light

With my inner self full of arrogance
I disdain my future in the summit of the mountain
Amid the coldest solitude
I have learned to die, I have learned to die
To die in the deepest sense
The fear of the end is the source of all want of hate
And that fear is born just when hate itself begins to vanish.
I replaced the dim light of day
By the shining of the nameless, profane night.
I have learned to die, I have learned to die
To die in the deepest sense
The fear of the end is the source of all want of hate
And that fear is born just when hate itself begins to vanish.

8. The Evil In The Deepest Of The Winds

Devoted to the pleasures of coldness and darkness
To the somber powers of sublime honours and praises
It's the hate in the deepest of the whipping night
It's the evil in the deepest of the winds
Satisfying the hunger for murders
Which incites a desire of clemency in the enemies
Under the frozen sword, offerings to the stormy
Dreadful deity of the ages
Harden my soul with your wrath
Granting me your offspring
Proud of its majestic hate and might
Leaning at my feet are the incredulous in pain
Barren lands entreating for bloodand for your beating strength
Unholy coldness reigning now and forever, source of all my pleasures
Eternally at my grace lie the kings of the forbidden
It's the hate in the deepest of the whipping night
It's the evil in the deepest of the winds.







ULFHETHNAR LYRICS