Existential Fear-Quetions - Satyricon

In the mist of the shadows by the river of the fogpalace Two great spears and a flag of dominion and hate Over the chasm riders of doom And sometimes the water

In grey depressive autumn times I wander the woods to eternity searchingfor him trying toremember while the same sky still rules the night. We knew then. That t

From beyond come the storms Landscapes turn to ash before my pressured eyes Nothingness turns to nothingness And my imagination fades like dustclouds over This

Langt inn I mellom hoye fjell og dype daler Gjennom norske skoger og morke huler Bak her en drom for over lysen aar siden Til hordaland kom pesta og bragte dod

My Skin Is Cold - Satyricon My skin is cold and the birds fly free 我的皮肤冰冷 小鸟自由飞翔 Over my head where winter grows 在我的头顶 那是冬天存在的地方 A he