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Ophthalamia - Via Dolorosa / My Springnight's Sacrifice lyrics

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[Poem translation]



Spring colour my world

and its soulless body with this hate for life of death

From the dying snow

I feel the dripping water reborn my breath

The first flight of the butterfly

reminds me about my hate for life

Stronger death is than love

for that your destiny is my knife



Oak, popular, pine and birch,

alder hear my immortality demand

leafy white bearded woods

Hungry I am for his majestic king of the hillsides has



Grown green again



Under this rock, under that cliff

The sparkling frozen burnt

Mandrake rise now 'cause the beheaded sing



The heartbeat of the fungus and the anemony

Will be liquitated

Earthworms chill in the lichen foggy ground and the

Insects breathe, evil sprout



This is the nightfall of the wolf

Howling blasphemes in the

Night just like in the past



I am Megalomania the Diabolic,

a stormruler of the southern borns

And I command generation of legions

in my ultimate magnificence

I do have no tears, I do have no funcken fear

On this battle my princess I will be your berseck



Undress my bride and let us feed upon lust

My precious whore I'm delighted by your pain

Oh beloved, trust you must never do

Your scream is heard but nothing they can do



Lie upon this mossgrown altar

and the dewdrops wet will feel your heat

Be my Bathori, my Nosferatu, my black evil witch

My delighted disciple



In your arms I will love

In your arms I will hate

Daughter, this sacrifice is for you



A black shape of Satan

watches our darkened desires, join him

As a bat on the black sky

the shadow of Evil spreads over this world



Sun won't set you free

Heading for the dark

Detta er upprum vonsku



"Pi engar si grona, under himlen si mork

Ute I det skona, vid nyvakinad bjork

Virnattens sista timma, for med sig ditt namn

Pi detta felt av dimma, forenas vi I gronskans famn

Endast mine och stjernor, mitt onda beger vet



Sisom eldens vilda ternor, k+rleken falsk gor dig het

Mitt viroffer du er, blodet frin ditt vita skote

Din sjel slits iser, doden dig har kommit til motes"
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